Remus Lupin (nihowlist) wrote in disorderic, @ 2017-09-05 12:19:00 |
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WHO: Remus Lupin
WHEN: 5 September; morning
WHERE: A nice, secluded lane in Scotland.
SUMMARY: Remus meets a few Snatchers.
WARNINGS: Well, it gets a little rough, but not overly crazy.
With the full moon coming in a day and a baby to consider, Remus had no intention of phasing anywhere near Tonks, even if that meant going far afield and warding himself up while he drank his potion and waited for the moon to have its way with him. Already wan, sweat pooling on his brow as he took in the surroundings, there had been a few mild looks of surprise from the sparse passers-by to see the tweeded and patched, professorial-type out and about (and about to keel over, it seemed). But Remus soldiered on. There had been a few thickets, an old hunter's lodge over beyond a windbreak he knew many of his pack associates had utilized when injured or unwilling to 'run' during the First War. Beyond anything, he'd simply wished for the days to end so that the full could pass and he could concentrate on the Order and upon his fledgling family. So, of course, he didn't see the Stunner coming. He was sent sprawling into the leaves. Two sets of rough hands took him by the collar and Apparated with him quickly. Apparation, having an appropriately restorative affect, brought him round quickly and he found his face pressed into a bank of dirt and rock with a boot heel upon his neck. The voices that went on, however, didn't seem to realize he'd yet woken. "It's that wolf, though. The one with the mouth that Boss is always rolling his eyes at." "Gilly, he's always been Undesirable but he ain't that kinda Undesirable." A snort and the boot moved aside. "Stupid cunt, though. To go walkin' without any protection. Bet we'd at least shut him up by taking him back to the Ministry. Can't be up on his Registration with a mouth like that." "Boss turned him. Now who's the stupid cunt? Mayhap Boss want to talk to him and we make nice, you see? He'll come back from his hunt and say 'top marks to Gilly and Sal'. They all think he's one of those Bird freaks, by virtue of where he been on the battle days - the Ministry, and Hogwarts. We might not get galleons out of him, like the Mudbloods, but we'll get the prestige, won't we?" In addition to all the moon-sickness (and all the barely tamped-upon rage, terror, hunger), Remus still wasn't right after his duel with Rabastan Lestrange. His ribs weren't fully healed, lung function not fully normal. So he gave it another moment as slowly, he clenched his wand in his fist. The Snatchers certainly forgot one key requirement to bring him in. "Either that or we send him back to that wife of his in little pieces and make her give us the galleons for each one. I don't believe for a second even those deposed Blacks aren't sitting on gold. And the one associate from the Hospital is a Mudblood. Ted Tonks, she stitched up my nose once. Bet its why I can't smell nothing today." A few sniffs for good measure. "All right, Gilly, all right. You done talked me into it." Sal reached down, grasping Remus' shoulder roughly to pull him onto his back. But Sal got himself a blasting curse to the face for his trouble. Gilly, on the other hand, dove on Remus with nails ready for clawing. They grappled; she attempting to gain the upper hand by grabbing at his wand while he was otherwise occupied by her knees and her other hand, and he attempting to throw her off and keep the wand from her grip. Finally, the point of his wand found her neck. She froze on the spot as he slowly sat up and righted his spectacles, tapping at the hollow space between her clavicles. "Expelliarmus. Gilly, you're a naughty little Snatcher, and a foul one at that. Leave the job and give me your list, if you please." Gilly promptly brought her hand to her pocket, pulled the grubby parchment out and stuffed it in her mouth. She began to chew quickly and swallowed hard enough to dry heave a couple times on the way down. Remus' wand never left its mark, however. "One way or another, Gilly, you'll be done. But because you're of no more use to me now --" his torn lips found a crooked smile. "I'll be saying goodbye." Another Blasting Curse dropped Gilly in a heap with her Sal. And Remus Lupin, sagging hard against one of the boulders dotting the landscape, pooled all his strength into thinking of home. With a shower of rocks, he was gone. |