remus lupin is not a pawn (atamewerewolf) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-04-07 23:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: can: nymphadora tonks, ch: knap: remus lupin, p: amy aliana, p: emmy |
Who: knap!Remus and canon!Tonks
What: Tonks gets to meet Teddy's father from another world, and Remus mistakes her for the Dora from 8700. Awkwardness perhaps will ensue.
When: Saturday, after the compound reopens
Where: Outside the hospital
Warnings: Anger, cursing, etc?
Status: Threaded, incomplete
On other mornings following the full moon, Remus would have been woken by James with a cuppa and his robe before heading back to his bedroom for a day spent in bed, burowed under blankets. He would have also spent his day of the full moon, and likely the preceeding few days, in a bit more comfort then on a cave floor eating at scraps of unidentified possible dinosaurs roasted days before. Yet, this wasn't a normal transformation for him. Nor was anything anymore strictly considered normal.
When he woke, he was back in the cave, with Bill Weasley, Fleur Delacour, and his James. The headache was instant and there would be no potions to aid it this time. No, he was roughing it, unable to return to the compound. He had considered, briefly, returning after the incident with Kappa; but only to grab as many supplies as necessary as well as his children. He had it in his mind that they could manage in the wild ala Land of the Lost. It was not meant to be and the thunderous screams he heard off in the distance, coupled with the messages upon the journal, were proof of that. He had warning before the villagers found the cave and he and his company were driven out. They at least had warning, unlike so many.
He discovered Harry was hurt. Even if James wasn't by him, frantic about finding their son, he would have done the same. With the aid of his son's future in laws, they rushed out to the scene of what he could only describe as pure carnage. The villagers had turned upon the guests from the compound. Fire was everywhere in sight, people were covered in blood, and the villagers had death in their eyes. It had been imparitive that they fight off the villagers and keep those injured as steady as they could; including his Harry.
Hours went by and it all seemed a blur. All that he could think of was ensuring no one died. He was full of adreneline, which prevented him from feeling the pain of such heavy exersion after the full, or the extent of his own injuries. The way he turned on himself when the experiment with the sound began was still evident, and the usual afflictions from his transformation, were all present in his apperance. Then the time spent living in the wilderness, fighting for food and shelter, and now fighting for his life and the lives around him. He looked rough when the compound finally opened itself to the dejected experiment subjects. Not as rough as others, of course.
James was gone in a flash, carrying Harry to the compound. Gone was the thoughts of never returning. Of fending for themselves. No, parental instincts had taken over them both. They would do anything to get Harry safe and mended; regardless of their feelings for the place. Remus had swooped up another who needed help, a girl who had been thrashing at the villagers with what he could have sworn was the sword of Godric Gryffindor, and he had ran; ran with more gusto then he could remember using in a long time.
Once inside, in a whirl, Harry was taken from James and she was taken from him. They were being taken towards the hospital wing, and attendents were trying to mend himself and James, yet his eyes were following the figures who had his son. He needed to follow them. He didn't care about his own injuries and he pushed past an attentdent, intent on following, but could not get past the door. His hands clenched into fists and words were not formed but a infuriated scream burst from him as he slammed them agaisnt the hospital wing. His body was shaking, and his head bowed, terrified that they wouldn't help Harry. What if they were going to just let him fade into death? Wouldn't that fit in line with their fucking experiments?
He pushed his body away from the door, eyes locking on an attendent. "Are they fixing him?" He asked, as the attendent reached out to mend his injuries once again. Of course they were. No, they weren't going to just let them die. That would end their suffering. No, that seemed to go against what they wanted. The fact that they were so keen on healing him proved that alone. His eyes remained latched on the attendent, letting the healing calm him down a bit, but he grew antsy. Once the salves had been applied to his newest wounds, as well as the ones from his self destruction in a fit of pain, he yanked from the attendent, his hands slipping up into his hair, eyes moving around now to see who else was waiting for any word on those inside the hospital.