Who: Teddy Lupin, Hermione Granger, and possibly more? What: Teddy arrives in the midst of chaos and finds poor, trapped Hermione. Where: Somewhere. Definitely not London, that's all he really knows! When: Evening. Rating: PG-13 at most if Teddy slips a bit in language. Minimum: Free! Status: Incomplete.
What type of emerald green potion creates mustard yellow gas? was the first thought that entered Teddy Lupin's mind as he slowly came back to consciousness. This was rather quickly followed by, And why am I wet? His mind was whirling with its attempts to try to figure out what was going on around him, and as he thought about exactly what that potion could have done to him, he began to wiggle his fingers, toes, nose - All appeared to be in working order. He patted his stomach and chest tenderly, only groaning when he realized that something was underneath him and digging very painfully into his lower spine. Not dead, he thought gratefully as he rolled off of whatever the offending object was. He rubbed at his lower back, trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head, as he tried to remember all of the different experiments that had been going on in the lab he had been situated in during the "explosion," but he only new the status of his very own project at the moment. Everything else could have been baby burping solution for all he knew.
He blinked through the blurriness in his vision to find himself staring down at a patch of soaked grass that was getting wetter by the minute from the falling rain. He turned to look upward, noticing that it wasn't just rain. An all out storm was raging around him as angry clouds loomed overhead. And there - as he moved his gaze downward - was the signs of a building that had perhaps once stood there but was now demolished by the gale force winds that were whipping around him, making the seemingly innocent rain sting against his face and skin. Teddy had no idea how long he had been laying out here - or even how he got here - but he was already soaked down to the bone.
"Oh, hell," he muttered, his hand immediately going for his wand - Still in my pocket, that's a good sign - as he leaped to his feet brandished it defensively in front of him.
The offending object that had been digging into his back had been a piece of debris from the looks of it, and as Teddy stood there, his eyes darting side to side in an alert almost frantic way, he slowly recognized an unfamiliar weight in his other robe pocket, resting against his left thigh. He reached into his pocket almost apprehensively before he pulled out a little journal. He turned it over, studying it for a moment. A brief memory of Harry telling him about Tom Riddle's diary popped into his head, and he almost just tossed the book into the mud before his curiosity got the better of him and he let it fall open in his hand. As if reading his mind, it landed on a page with... very familiar handwriting.
He blinked. And there, above the "entry" - if that was what it was - was a name that he definitely recognized: Hermione Granger. And the entry itself was talking about how she was hurt, somewhere, with a broken leg. Snapping the book shut, he lit his wand and began to trudge through the island. For all he knew, she wasn't even here; she could be halfway across the world and he'd never know. But he wasn't going to just stand there and assume that she wasn't when she could be ten feet in front of him, hurt, and he wasn't doing anything about it.
"Hermione!?" he called through the wind. "Hermione!?"