Blurred Lines Mods (blurred_mods) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-09-14 01:29:00 |
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BFOB - Group Log Part 8
Who: A fuckload of people
Where: Hogwarts & environs
When: 11p-1a 13 September
What: A fight
Rating: R
Status: Mostly complete
PART 8 OF 8
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When the curse hit, Remus doubled over in pain, and Aeneas' plan had worked wonders -- the pain in his arm was long forgotten, replaced by the overwhelming, nauseating agony that exploded from his stomach, as that is exactly what had happened. The curse had burst open his abdomen, a deep gash straight across his torso that cut through flesh and muscle. Blood oozed from the wide wound, and he stared down at himself, eyes wide in shock. He was struggling to breathe, the sight of his own intestine hanging outside of his body making him feel dizzy, and Remus collapsed onto his side like dead weight, gasping in short, quick breaths and unable to even manage the strength to keep screaming. His eyes glazed over, unfocused, skin pale and body trembling as a pool of blood mixed in with the dirt quickly formed beneath him. He felt as if he might vomit, the pain was so severe and acute, but the next thing Remus knew, his eyes rolled back in his head and then there was nothing but blissful, empty darkness.
Peter had hit the dirt in many sense of the word. After dodging through several more curses and hexes, casting jinxes, charms, and curses that he could think of which would disable or delay rather than cause any lasting harm, Peter ended up being caught by a jelly legs jinx and tumbled into the dirt. Rolling over in order to cast the counter spell, his eyes ended up falling on something that turned his stomach and chilled his blood. He had thought that the others had retreated, that they had made it back up the tunnel, since he'd lost track of them in the enclosing crowd. But there was Remus laying in the dirt, arm twisted, bones splintered and protruding from some areas of skin, stomach torn open and guts visible, skin pale from blood and likely pain, and no sign of consciousness about him.
"Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead," Peter murmured as he crossed over to Remus, reaching out and feeling for his pulse. It was thankfully present. Not strong and weakening, but it was still there. Swallowing over the lump that had formed in his throat, Peter turned his hands, scourgifying the cake on dirt off of them as he reached out and carefully replaced the intestines that were dangling from Remus's gut into the gash, silently praying that a proper healer would be able to repair the damage as soon as they were safe. Pinching the wound together, Peter cast the strongest healing spell that he could recall, providing at least a temporary seal to the wound. There was nothing that he could do about Remus's arm. He didn't have the kind of knowledge or skill to be able to fix it, so the most her could do was remove his belt, looping it over Remus's neck and securing his arm in it like a sling so that getting him out of there didn't do more harm.
Casting a paranoid glance over his shoulder was he stood, Peter issued a silent prayer as he cast Locomotor Corpus on Remus. He could only hope that this was the end of it. If anyone attacked now, they were both as good as dead. Maybe... Maybe they'd be lucky enough to be ignored.
Sirius heard what was going on before he saw it. With the Death Eater -- with his brother on the retreat, it had seemed like the opportune time to make sure James wasn't going to die if he apparated him. Somehow or other, the one thing that didn't seem to be a bloody mess were his glasses. How was it possible that he got the shit kicked out of him and his glasses were the one thing that tended to survive?
Not liking to have his back turned from the battle, despite the fact he understood how to duck and not wanting to get hurt worse than the blood already soaking one of his t-shirts. He did what he could with his limited healing abilities for James, after finally picking up his wand and remembering how to counter such a stupid spell (had he been going soft on him?) while all hell broke loose around him.
Looking around, he saw Peter, Remus and what looked suspiciously like Remus' wand on the ground. It was time to get the hell out of this. He threw up a shield charm with a wince before yelling at the pair, "PETER! GET HIS WAND AND GET THE FUCK OUT!" He'd be fine with Remus and they could get back to Godrics Hollow and decide what to do from there. He took James from where he was, pulling him up so they'd have a smoother landing and with that, apparated out, trusting that Peter and Remus would be right behind him.
Wand. His wand. Fuck. Peter had forgotten all about that. Turning at Sirius's exclamation, Peter caught them just in time to see them apparate out of the tunnel. With the shape that James was in, Peter was surprised that Sirius was willing to risk such a move, but it was likely better to risk splinching than to get cut off trying to get all the way back out of the tunnel. Settling Remus lightly back on the ground, Peter summoned his wand from where it was laying on the ground, pocketing it and turning back to his friend. He wasn't nearly as strong as Sirius so holding Remus up fully wasn't much of an option. All he could do was attempt to make sure that they were both upright enough that they wouldn't end up in a broken pile upon arriving.
Squeezing his eyes closed and concentrating as clearly as he could on their destination, Peter apparated away with Remus in tow.