sanctum

01| the letter

sanc·tum (n.)

1. a sacred place, especially a shrine within a temple or church.

2. a private place from which most people are excluded

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i. the letter

"What do you mean, they weren't there?" The robe-clad man whispered to his companions as they stood in the shadows of the trees. The early morning sunrise playing hide and seek with the clouds as the rays of sunshine flitted in through the gaps of the undergrowth.

The other man simply shook his head helplessly, "I don't know, one minute I had him and then the next thing I knew spells were flying everywhere and the majority of them disapparated."

"The wards were down Lion; of course the idiots took the chance to escape." agitated hands knotted themselves into hair; tugging at the roots.

"I know that, but I don't know where they disapparated too. I don't know where he went."

"Fuck! We have to find him, damn it!" The man roared as he slammed his fist down onto the bark of the tree; his companion jumped.

"Were looking. We're looking mate. Just calm down okay." Lion held his hands up trying to placate him.

"Fine." The man murmured, as he stared down at him.

"I'm not your friend." The declaration was loud in the silence. It was finite. The sounds of the Man's heavy breathing spoke volumes as he stared at 'Fox' in silent fury.

"I'm not your friend either, but were fighting for the same side, so that should count for something right mate." Fox said and the Man simply shook his head.

"Don't confuse me for being one of the good people alright. I can kill you right now and not even feel a thing." He said coolly as he watched Lion's brown eyes widened and his face pale as he watched the Man threaten Fox.

"You won't though. I know." Lion said with pseudo-confidence which would on anyone else look genuine enough but the Man knew better. The Man knew Lion better now and he loathed himself for it. They were not friends. And if either of them wanted to survive this war, they weren't anything and had never heard of one another.

I'm not on your side; I'm on no one's side." The Man said sharply. I'm only on my own side, was left unsaid.

But heard

And the Man had only a few seconds to feel some remorse as Lion's eyes filled with hurt before the faintest of pop's sounded and just like that, he too was gone, and the Man simply scoffed before he too disapparated.

Morning had dawned.

And he had an important call to make.

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Twilight fell upon the grounds of Malfoy Manor like a serpent slithering quietly within the shadows, it crept up out from within the unknown and up and through the walls of the estate like a silent killer; a warning for its owners. But the inhabitants of the house were no longer a boy and his parents. For now the manor had only one left; the boy who was now a man, just the boy and his servants for company.

The man, who despite the protests of his stomach, was nursing a fire whiskey as he starred bleakly into the night sky, it was pitch black, for even the stars seemed to have hidden themselves away in fear. The Man however felt no fear, for his fear died a long time ago, bit by bit, little by little till he was left with only the portraits and memories left.