Post by dean on Feb 6, 2012 1:14:10 GMT -5
...and I watched helplessly--
...as the world round me turned into shades of grey--
"Pusillanimous!"
Ted stood on a snow-filled alley in Moscow, his wand arm outstretched in the wake of his spell. The magic erupted out of the tip of his wand, a wave of pure will nearly invisible to the naked eye crashing over the four men rounding the corner. To his pursuers, the wave coalesced into a large, fang filled mouth. A thick roar, too loud to be anything but a Lion's klaxoned at the group, knocking them off of their feet. The Snatchers didn't get up, giving Ted the opportunity to turn and continue his retreat. He assumed they where Snatchers, but to fair, their had been all kinds of people things chasing after him since his rather...abrupt departure from Astor Delacroix’s good graces. For all he knew, he had just knocked four Auor's on their asses. While it shouldn't of made a difference, to Ted it did.
It made it more fun.
Lupin knew that he shouldn't have been enjoyed knocking his would-be-captors off their toes, but victories had been scarce now days and he would take what triumph that came his way. As such, he was too preoccupied with the four men behind him to notice the fifth flanking him from a rooftop. Moreover, he didn't even see the threat until he heard a shout of "
Fulminaris!", followed by a burst of dark crimson light.
Ted shouted in surprise, throwing his arms up in useless reflex, trying to summon any type of magical defense that he could muster. His wand lit up briefly, a pale white half dome of a shield beginning to form around his forearms. The man's spell reached Ted before the shield had time to spread to his torso though, the blunt of the blast striking his exposed left side. This time Ted's yell was of pain, and he fell, his half-realized shield breaking as he hit the ground.
He heard someone-probably the wizard on the roof-call back to his comrades back at the mouth of the alley, who Ted figured where starting to regain their composure. Not that he could do anything about it. He clutched at his wounded side, pressing gingerly at his ribs, checking for any breaks. After a quick test resulting in lots of flashes of white-hot pain, Ted confirmed at least three ribs broken. Shit!, Ted thought numbly, berating himself. Stupid stupid stupid! Rookie mistake Lupin! He churned his brain-pan, trying desperately to think of a way out. It was hard to focus though, the pain was growing and things where getting blurry. Ted pulled his hand away from his side, bringing it up to eye-level. It was hard to tell what with the entire alley spinning and all, but he was pretty sure that his palm was covered in blood. ...Oh no.... He was fading fast, and he could now see the blurry forms of what could only be the Snatcher/Aurors. In a drunken panic, Ted though of the last time he had been safe-happy.
Hogwarts....
Magic-the very essence and force of life in the world, poured out of him, his vision fading, and just as the five men reached out to him, Ted apparated away.
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When Ted came to, he was laying in the snow, half of his face down in the cold. It hurt to move, but he managed to lift his head enough to catch a glimpse of the skyline:
Faded green towers and terraces pierced the sky, and a long bell toll sounded in a tell-tell confirmation.
Ted's heart leaped in hope, well it sped up a little. His heart was running a little low on juice to pump at the moment, as evidenced by the small amount of stained snow underneath him. Lucky for Ted though, he had been trained by one of the best Aurors. Which meant only that he could form coherent thoughts for maybe one minute more than the average wizard with his current wounds. With his last, fading act of conciousness, he raised his wand-which he had somehow managed to hold onto even with his wounded retreating-and thought of one of the only people left in this world he could trust at the school. Her face and voice locked clearly in his foggy head, he spoke "Expecto...Patronum...", the latin a whisper.
The last thing Ted saw before he faded away was a silver lion, thick mane flowing like a cloud, running towards the castle...
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