the gentle moon / george weasley

how could there be a world without its moon

"OW!" August yelled, dropping the cup, "This fucker is made out of silver."

She looked around, it wasn't the quidditch pitch, she didn't hear cheers, and she didn't see George's face.

"Harry where are we?" she asked, helping Harry up. He shook his head, and they looked around. They had left the Hogwarts grounds completely; they had obviously traveled miles, perhaps hundreds of miles, for even the mountains surrounding the castle were gone. They were standing instead in a dark and overgrown graveyard; the black outline of a small church was visible beyond a large yew tree to their right. A hill rose above them to their left.

August looked down at the cup on the ground and then up at Harry.

"Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey?" she asked.

"Nope," said Harry. He was looking around the graveyard. It was completely silent and slightly eerie. "Is this supposed to be part of the task?"

"I dunno," said August. She sounded slightly nervous. "Wands out, d'you reckon?"

"Yeah," said Harry.

They pulled out their wands. She had this weird feeling she was being watched, "Harr-"

"Someone's coming," he said suddenly, interrupting her thought and pushing her behind him.

Squinting tensely through the darkness, they watched the figure drawing nearer, walking steadily toward them between the graves.

"Who is that Harry?" She whispered, stepping close to him.

"I dunno."

August couldn't make out a face, but from the way it was walking and holding its arms, she could tell that it was carrying something. Whoever it was, he was short, and wearing a hooded cloak pulled up over his head to obscure his face.

Harry lowered his wand slightly and glanced sideways at August. August shot him a quizzical look. They both turned back to watch the approaching figure. And then, without warning, Harry's scar exploded with pain and his knees buckled, and he fell to the ground.

"Harry?!" August fell to her knees to Harry.

"Get back to the cup," he groaned, "go, please Moon! Go!"

"I'm not leaving you." She tried to pull him up, when the two of them heard a high, cold voice say, "Take care of the spare."

She got up and pointed her wand at the man who was walking towards her, then she saw him.

"Peter?" She choked

"I'm really sorry, little moon." He lifted his wand, slowly. Hesitantly? Maybe.

"Peter, no." she begged, "Please. Don't do this... Think of dad. Think of your Moony."

"I am so sorry." He straightens his arm at her,

"Peter, ple-"

"Incarcerous" she was immediately wrapped in tight, very tight thick ropes that felt like they were digging into her skin. It felt like payback, for what she did to him. The ropes twisted and tightened, almost like how a snake wrapped itself around a branch. She could feel her ribs breaking under the pressure.

"Peter." She sobbed, choking. "Please, it's me, it's little mo-"

"Crucio!" The words she feared came out of his mouth. As the red light collided with her body she couldn't help it, but her screams came again, louder than ever. Maybe because the hedges weren't blocking the sound in, or maybe because the ropes made it more painful. It took several minutes of intense pain; it felt like she was being burned from the inside out and like all her bones were being snapped in half one by one. A full moon never felt this painful. She finally passed out from the pain. The ropes still were tight and digging into her, choking her a bit. Even her unconscious body still twitched painfully.