Theodore couldn't remember how, for the love of all things Slytherin, he and Draco had ended back at headquarters. All he could remember was a bright blinding pain, which he couldn't tell of it was from hiding his baby sister in the back deepest parts of his brain or from the curse being cast upon his person.
Theodore seemed to remember Draco being cursed just as badly as he was, so that definitely wasn't option on how he got back. Had he or Draco hit their emergency port key? Or had someone tossed them through the floo—
That could be bad. Very bad.
Theodore did not have the answer to any of his question, but he did have answers to Moody's.
"Nott! Malfoy! Reports!"
"Oh for the love of fucking Merlin, Moody," Draco cursed, trying to sit up. He looked pale, unusually pale.
Theodore brought a shaky hand to his face, wiped it, and glarred at the one eyed man, "We all had a tea party and sang happy songs about butterflies and unicorns," Theodore said, narrowing his eyes.
"Really?" Moody drawled, "I don't need the sarcasm, Lads."
"Yeah well, I didn't need to be bloody crucio'd on my bloody drawing room floor on a fucking Wednesday, but here we are," Draco snapped, "Sorry to break it you, lad, but I'm about thirty seconds from knocking out, and not the good kind-"
Draco had barely finished his sentence before he started tripping over, Sirius being by his side instantly. "More like 27 seconds, but i'll give you the 30," Sirius joked, winking at the blonde boy.
"Are you serious?" Draco muttered, "Is he serious?" He asked looking up at everyone.
"Yes." Molly.
"I'm pretty sure Walburga did name him so, yeah." Remus.
"Sadly." Moody
"About to become dead serious in a second." Theodore.
"I hate you," Draco slurred, "Bloody hero's with your bloody badly timed jokes."
His body slumped into his cousins, finally giving in to the pain and exhaustion. Theodore, not far behind, made sure to get the last word out, "Fuck you, you bloody Gryffindors."
His body too slumped, right into Molly, who caught him with careful hands.
"Well hurry up, levitate them upstairs they'll need medical care and some food," Molly ushered, bustling back to the kitchen, probably to fight with Kreacher once again.
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Theodore woke up to a cold wet cloth being brushed across his forehead. The sensation was almost enough to make him let out an embarrassing noise. The cooling sensation numbed the pain crashing into his head.
He was alive.
He was alive.
He was alive.
It continued on repeat in his head until he remembered his best friend had been on that floor with him, withering in pain as curse after curse was shot at them.
He tried to shoot up into a sitting position but a hand on his shoulder stopped him from doing so. Theodore's eyes opened at an alarming rate. Everything around him was blurry. The light hurt his eyes and head.
"Shh," a voice whispered, "you're safe here."
A red headed women came into view as he blinked a few times. It must have been Molly Weasley or Tonks, as it sure as hell wasn't little Weasley.
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The Sanctuary of Yesterday
FanfictionBecause in the end, when you loose it all, the only thing thats left is the security of what you had yesterday. Every tear, every prayer won't make up for the fact that what was yesterday is not today. It won't make up for what was torn away from yo...
