damnation - r.j.lupin

scars like constellations

moonlight sonata, 3rd movement - beethoven

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Everyone gets up in the quiet little living room when Remus and Tonks appear from the fireplace. And everyone tensed when they don't see Olivia's brown head with them.

Molly sits back and puts her hand to her mouth, holding back tears. "Remus, where is she?"

He runs a hand through his hair. "I need two people in Diagon Alley, two here with the kids, and I need the address of Mona Vaxey's parents."

Bill and Fleur nod and stand up at the same time, hand in hand. "We can go back to Diagon Alley," says the French woman. Remus nods.

"I just sent a patronus to Minerva," adds Kingsley. "She probably knows the address or she could check at Hogwarts."

"Remus, were you the one who sent a patronus here?" Tonks asks, her eyebrows furrowed as the blue light fills the room. Everybody gets up.

Remus' heart skips a beat when he sees the animal coming to deliver a message.

A wolf.

"Fuck, it's her."

He approaches the animal.

Help. Probably at the Vaxey's. O.D.M.

He shivers and turns back to the others. "Bill and Fleur, you're coming with us. Kinglsey, do you have the address?"

He nods and the five disappear into the fireplace. Despite everything, he can't stop his heart from racing. Her patronus. She did it. A wolf.

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Olivia was having trouble keeping her eyes open. Lying on a marble table, the cold had taken possession of her entire body. She didn't even have the strength to ask herself why she wasn't wearing her sweater or jacket anymore. Her entire body contracted from the cold and pain.

She could feel presence around her. Bodies. Voices. Shouts. Laughs.

She gathers what little strength she has left and opens her eyes fully, and is met with Roger's head in front of her.

Was she dreaming? What was he doing here ?

"Oh, look who finally decided to wake up," she could recognize Lestrange's voice among others. Sometimes, at night, she still hears her laughter and sees the lifeless body of Sirius Black.

She tries to stand up but a firm hand on her shoulder stops her. "Don't even try, doll."

Achille Nott's father. A taste of bile filled her mouth.

"Come on, Davies. Let's not waste any more time."

Roger, wand pointing at Olivia, was trembling. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead and his breathing became difficult.

"Tell us what you know," the words come out with difficulty from his mouth. "Who are you working with ? Where is your headquarters?"

Olivia frowns. Roger? Death Eaters? Yes, his family were purebloods, but she never thought they would have joined Voldemort's cause.

She didn't take her eyes off him, and didn't respond. She couldn't do it anyway.

What a funny way to see him again.

"Go ahead." Lucius Malfoy was clearly the one in charge right now. Behind him, Olivia can see her son's blond head. He seemed disturbed, afraid.

Olivia was waiting for something to happen. But nothing. Roger was still looking at her, trembling, but now a tear ran down his cheek.