moon-bound ♤ wolfstar

chapter//eleven

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(just before anyone says anything, this may be modern era but the wolfsbane potion is not a thing! also, this one's p short, 1k-2k words less. yikes)

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Remus didn't know exactly what happened after he apparated. It was pain and then a big pit of darkness, nothing within it. He woke up on a floor, a concrete floor. His head was still throbbing, and he couldn't seem to open his eyes. Of course, he could, but it hurt to do it. He felt his pockets for his wand but it was gone. He should've expected as much, if you're kidnapped by other wizards then expect your wand to be stolen.

He wasn't too motivated to do anything until he felt a hand touch his shoulder, then his eyes shot open and he looked up at the person who had touched him. The familiar face made Remus feel a million more emotions and breathe a small sigh of relief. Sirius. He wasn't completely out of it, was he? Was Sirius some sort of hallucination his brain had made up because he'd been struck over the head?

"Siri?" Remus croaked. The boy nodded. He had a black eye and a bruised cheekbone, along with a bit of dried blood on his lip. "I'm sorry about your face."

"Ah- that bad, huh?" Remus nodded and managed to sit up, leaning heavily on Sirius. The older boy wrapped an arm around him to keep him steady, though Remus didn't like that much. "Marlene was a bitch, you were right." Remus resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "How the hell did you even... you know, find me?"

"Well I didn't, not exactly. I was pissed at you so I was chatting up some guy in a gay bar in St. Louis Missouri, said he worked with a Marlene McKinnon and James later told me a friend of the guy I spoke to was into drug and organ trafficking, so I got worried about you," Remus briefly explained with a shrug. "If I knew anything about Marlene it's that she's manipulative and vindictive."

"Yeah, well, I fall for it every time, huh?" Remus didn't share the humor Sirius found in that statement. "Organ trafficking, huh?" The werewolf nodded. "That explains a lot, I guess." Remus pulled away and looked back at Sirius, who was wearing a very weak smile.

"What? That explains what?" Remus pushed his eyes properly scanning Sirius. He was clothed, but not by much. A torn shirt and boxers, bruises crossed his chest, and he wore a couple new scars... he looked positively horrid. Remus scanned his eyes up and down Sirius again, trying to make some mind of what exactly had happened to him.

"I woke up the first time in new clothes, pretty okay, right? The second time I was dragged out I had a small scar on my back. I swear it felt like something was missing... I think they took my kidney." 

"What?" Remus gasped. "Turn around, let me see." Sirius complied and turned around so Remus could see his back, and pulled up the right side of his shirt. Sure enough, the scar looked like a proper incision made by professionals, it wasn't sloppy and it was stitched up very nicely. None of his other cuts had stitches, so it made sense to Remus. "Fucking hell, Sirius. We need to get out of here, now."

"You think I haven't tried?" He motioned to himself and sighed heavily. "They have anti-apparition wards up in this godforsaken place, and I've tried to attack people when they came in but it did more harm than good. I think they're also doing human trafficking because there have been children and women coming and going and they all have tags that say different things and when I saw you tossed in here I just... I didn't know what to do."

"Human trafficking... Merlin, I began to wonder if I was overthinking things right before I came here, this is... so much bigger." Sirius snorted and gave a short nod.

"Yeah, to put it lightly." 

"We have to get out," Remus repeated. He sounded more certain than he had before.