We Were Bound | james potter

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chapter 1

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i solemnly swear i am up to no good.
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Faeryn was unable to process any intelligible thoughts. Only one thing was invading her mind, gripping her thoughts from her head and tearing them away as if they never existed to her in the first place.

All she could think about was the pain.

The horrible, indescribable pain of her bones shattering, and then mending back together. The feeling of her shattered bones melting back into shape, pulling uncontrolled sobs out of her mouth. All of the pain of the mending, just for her bones to snap again, creating new joints, more bones, and more areas for the ache to latch onto.

And then it was the stretching of her skin, the pull becoming overbearing until the pressure became too much, and her skin snapped. The feeling of all her nerves being ripped in half, the pain coming in waves, growing, pulling loud sobs out of her mouth. But she couldn't decide if they were coming from her mouth, or someone else's.

Based on the horrible dryness of her throat, she decided it was her screams echoing off of the walls. She didn't have enough energy to care, or to stop them, because now scolding heat was flowing through her veins, horrible, boiling lava gushing throughout her body.

And she screamed louder, and louder. She latched onto the sound of her voice, poured all of her focus into the pained yells. Maybe if she focused on something else the hurt would go away.

Much to Faeryn's dismay, it did not.

Although the pain began to dull, which as good as it may sound, was a curse to her. Because now her senses were coming back, the numbness of the pain was fading, and she was able to process the pain sober. Instead of experiencing the indescribable agony through a dark tunnel, she was awake, and aware, and she felt all of it.

And then it stopped, and all that was left was a dull ache, and the sound of her sobs.

Now she could process everything, the feeling of hands running through her hair soothingly, the sweet nothings being whispered kindly in her ear.

Her eyes were squeezed shut painfully, to the point that the muscles were tensed enough to allow stars to overtake her vision. But she could now process that her head was laid in someone's lap, that she was being cradled lovingly.

She reluctantly peeled open one of her eyes, causing a whimper to come out of her mouth. Her sobs had now been drowned to a quiet cry, tears still wetting her cheeks.

"It's okay, shh, shh, it's over now, it's okay." came a soothing voice.

Lily Evans.

And then she remembered, where she was, what she was doing, what was happening, why she was in pain. And suddenly her pain didn't matter. The agony she went through was pushed the the back of her mind, it was not important.

Because Remus was in way more pain than her.

He was stuck up in some shack, his mind was overtaken by something else, something he never asked for. Although, you could say she didn't ask for this either. But she wasn't one to complain, because now he was clawing at himself, mind begging to be released into the forrest. And when that release couldn't be found, he'd tear at his skin, try to take the anger and need out on himself.

She had no right to complain. Because it was a full moon, and Remus was in his wolf form, in a shack. And Faeryn was still human, and she would stay human, and she was in her bed. In the warm comforting arms of a friend. And he was out there all alone.

So she had no right to complain.