Gideon Prewett (broken_wing) wrote in legacy_past, @ 2007-12-11 02:29:00 |
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Who: Gideon and Molly (npc)
Where: St. Mungos
When: December 1978
Rating: R for content ??
Thank you to Lee, Elf, and Harleen for the hand-holding with this!
Breathing shallowly - he was too panicked to manage his air intake properly - he tried to slow it down, to control his wheezing. His lungs were constricting and he was barely able to force air from them through his nose. A thousand needles stabbed into his head, too many to see, to open his eyes or feel anything else.
Crucio!
I don't think he likes it, darling.
Should I try it again?
He's taking it better than the Auror. I say yes.
At least his voice didn't hurt any longer - he was sure he'd screamed himself hoarse hours ago.
Dear Merlin, if he hurt that much, poor Fabian… The last thing Gideon remembered was some spell - damn if he could remember the incantation for it - being cast on him. His leg and hand. It had felt as though someone was peeling his skin back with a dull knife.
But they hadn't tried it on him first. No, they had tested it on Fabian before touching Gideon…
Gideon! Help me. Oh my god… Gideon!
…and his mind shied away from that memory. His older brother, his protector, his shield throughout his entire life had screamed and cried for him, and Gideon had been unable to help. He remembered the manacles. Even now, Gideon's heart raced, but instead of moving, he twitched his fingers, unwilling to betray that he was awake, not quite certain where he was yet.
Panicked voices surrounding him… no… anger. Fury that they were interrupted before they were done with the brothers.
And then blessed Moody, his voice clearer than an angel's.
Come on, lad, hang in there. This is going to hurt but we've got to get you home.
Too many hands on his body, their touch fire to his skin, burning stubs of coal trying to hold him still, keep his secure as they transported him somewhere safe.
He's not going to make it.
Someone put him to sleep before we drop him!
There's so much blood…
The taste of copper in his mouth, flowing rust coloured as he was nailed with spikes through his leg, his wrist.
Staunch that blood flow or we'll lose him!
He needs a transfusion.
What about his brother?
Tainted from the curses.
Doesn't he have a sister?
Yeah… I think so.
Well then, go find out!
Song, music, the strings of a guitar, the voice of a child, singing softly. Sometimes with the guitar, sometimes without.
Mum? What's wrong with Gid?
He's healing, sweetheart.
Why's it taking so long?
He's in a lot of pain, we just have to wait for him to wake up.