𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊

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Circe's hands are bound behind her back, rendering her unable to do anything. The shackles clamped around her wrist are suppressing her magic, so she is quite literally powerless as she watches the scene unfold. Dried blood and dirt cling to every inch of her skin, but that is the least of her problems.

His pained screams are all she can think about, all that she can concentrate on.

"Crucio!" The masked Deatheater hisses once more, watching with glee as Remus writhes in pain on the ground.

How many times had it been now. Three? Four?

"Stop it! Please... Stop it!" She pleads.

When Remus' body stops seizing, his faded eyes meet hers. "It's... okay." He tries to reassure her, but with his voice clearly becoming more and more lifeless as the torture continues the less confident she is. "I can take it."

Circe frowns at him, all of her emotional turmoil written all over her face. "No you can't." She argues.

"She's right, you can't." The Deatheater agrees in a sadistic tone. He crouches down next to Remus and pokes the man with his wand. "Although for curiosities sake, I'd love to see how long it takes for you to finally snap."

This is all her fault. She should never have told him about her being a seer. No- she should never have gone to look for him. Circe should have stayed far away from him, none of this would have happened if she had thought about someone else for once. She had been far too selfish when she sought him out all those years ago.

"Cr-" The Deatheater goes to cast the unforgivable once more but he's interrupted by Circe, who is finally agreeing to his request.

This is all her fault. Remus wouldn't be in this position if it wasn't for her. She was wrong to think that being a seer could be a blessing. That it could help her save her friends. Being a seer is what puts them in danger in the first place. "Okay! Okay!" Circe relents. "I'll talk."

"Don't be ridiculous-" Remus tries to argue, however due to the extent of his injuries there's not much he can do. The man only watches as the Deatheater drags the woman he loves out of the cell.

-

Remus bounces his leg up and down impatiently in the transfiguration classroom. Circe hadn't shown up for breakfast and whilst the lesson hasn't begun yet she's still running much later than usual.

For the last two weeks the two of them have only grown closer. They spend most of the day together- which isn't all too different from before, however they do make sure that they get some alone time. Wherever he is so is Circe, which is why it's so worrying to him that he hasn't seen her at all today.

The last time Circe had missed breakfast he had found her unconscious in the hospital wing. "Padfoot, give me the map." Remus tells his friend, holding out his hand expectantly towards the boy in front of him.

"Worried about Hellcat?" Sirius chuckles, pulling the crumpled piece of parchment from his bag and handing it over.

Remus rolls his eyes. "You know how much she hates that nickname." He responds half heartedly as he desperately begins searching for his girlfriend's name on the map.

Although before he can actually find her name, in she walks. Large bags rest under her eyes and her skin is pale. The brunette slumps down into her usual seat, which is next to him, in a daze. Circe doesn't even spare him a glance as she pulls out her stationary from her bag.

"Circe, are you-" He starts, but he is quickly cut off by Professor McGonagall entering the room. The whole class falls silent, and so does he, but the boy can't help but glance over at her every couple of seconds in worry. By the time the lessons over, he absolutely no notes, nor does her recall what the lesson was about.