#fractuscantus

With the tiniest tap on the door, Alice glanced over her shoulder, praying that nobody was watching her. She was aware that the Weasleys had children; Tiny children who were probably sleeping, unaware of the horrors that were happening outside of their window, so she didn’t want to frantically bang on their front door and wake them.

Yet when nobody answered, she was forced to take a deep breath and knock a little louder.

“Molly? Arthur? Its me. Open the door. Please.”

With one hand on her stomach, her baby bump beginning to protrude ever so slightly, she just hoped that they were inside. Alice couldn’t go home. Not after what had happened earlier today, with Death Eaters waiting around every corner.

“Its me. Alice.”

          their victory is as HOLLOW as the space beneath his ribs where a dull ache ebbs and flows with each beat of his heart — he cannot bring himself to REJOICE at the triumph of good over evil when his entire being had been CLEAVED so suddenly in two.

          silence greets the words spoken, fingers toying with the pine cone end of his brother’s wand in a bid to DISTRACT from the harsh lump that sits unmoving at the back of his throat; lip is drawn between teeth, pressure applied to no avail as singular tear marks its lonely path down dirtied cheek, ❛ it could’ve been me, dad             ❜ nails curl into wood, tips stilling as heavy breath shakes bowed frame,  ❛ it could’ve been both of us. ❜

          it takes a few seconds for ELABORATION to fall, unfocused eyes fixated on a point in the distance as memories are dredged to the surface, ❛ just before he called the ceasefire, i was disarmed. i thought i was a goner, i thought             ❜ breath catches painfully, a humourless bark of laughter peeled from within, the sound grating in the quiet of the great hall, ❛ i was going to tell him. thought he’d probably’ve called me a FOOL. ❜ 

      Anthony set down the book he had been reading for Charms class, glancing down the watch on his wrist as he checked the time before realizing that it was very nearly almost noon, and therefore it was time to leave for Hogsmeade. Their very last first Hogsmeade trip of the year. The seventeen year old grinned as he stood up and stretched, before making his way up into the Gryffindor dorms where Arthur was still likely sound asleep. 

              Lupin panted as he ran away from his perusing captors. His mind raced as he tried to think of a plan and stopping to gather his thoughts wasn’t an option that was on the table at the moment. He had managed to escape them and now they were after him and firing spells in his direction and he didn’t want to lead them back to the Burrow where he had been heading. They were Death Eaters, that much he knew, but he wondered how they might know of his location to begin with. Then a terrifying thought occurred to him.

              They KNEW that he was transporting something.

              Or that he would be. He didn’t have whatever it was Dumbledore was wanting yet, but he had been on his way to get it. The Death Eaters, whoever they must have thought that he was on the return trip back to Dumbledore when they jumped him. But if they knew, that meant that they had a mole.

              He shook his head to himself, knowing that this was a problem that would have to be dealt with later. Lupin brought himself to a halt and just listened. The shots that had been fired at him earlier had come to an abrupt halt and now there was nothing but silence. He took the moment to stand still and focus on the Burrow to apparate there, knowing that this was a risky thing for him to do in such a state, but he needed to get out of there and soon.

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       Sirius knew that coming into the Hogwarts grounds was dangerous—with the Dementors, witch and wizard alike keeping an eye out for the notorious Sirius Black it was like a target painted on his back. But he wasn't Sirius Black right now, he was merely a shaggy black dog sitting on one of the walls that surrounded the grounds. No one paid him any mind—apart from the occasional headpat and the hex thrown at him by a Syltherin after he'd stolen their chocolate frog. They missed of course—Sirius had been around the block one too many times to let that hit him.

He was obviously waiting for someone rather adamantly as he had been for the past few days.

“Ruff.” a deep gruff noise left him as he spotted the very man he wanted to see—but probably didn't want to see him. After all he was not suppose to be on Hogwarts grounds.

Sirius and Dumbledore needed to have a little chat concerning his Godson.