Draco Phineas Malfoy ([info]dmalfoy_purbld) wrote,
@ 2008-02-08 20:05:00
Previous Entry  Add to memories!  Tell a Friend  Next Entry
Fenrir Attacks! - Prewritten
Characters: Fenrir Greyback, Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Remus Lupin, Dean Thomas, Ginevra Weasley
Date/Time: March 23, 2002 early afternoon
Location: Hogsmeade
Rating: R!/NC-17 - violence


Draco had spent the day wandering Hogsmeade, shopping for quills and a few books. He headed towards the edge of town, pulling his cloak around himself a bit tighter. The afternoon chill was setting in and he needed to return to the house soon. The wind picked up and he headed a bit further to the edge of town, momentarily distracted by something flashing in the dim light. Metal.

He stepped towards it, glancing around, there wasn't any one around who could have dropped it. Still, he headed to the spot, and bent down to pick up a galleon. He frowned, dropping it. No one dropped a galleon. He spun around looking for who had set him up.


(75 comments) - (Post a new comment)


[info]fi_admin
2008-02-09 04:14 am UTC (link)
It would be nearly impossible to see the dark shape hidden several feet back into the shadows of the trees unless one shared the enhanced eyesight of the creature there. It stood motionless, barely stirring the newly budding leaves on nearby branches. The only real clue that something was wrong was the deafening silence in the surrounding woods, smaller animals having fled in the face of an unknown predator they nonetheless feared encountering.

All too easily it's prey moved closer into it's trap. A shiny object, pretty mirage, and dinner came to the beast.

Quick as the growth of the shadows concealing it the hunter grabbed a thick tree limb and silently pulled it's massive body up into the trees. Pulling a large stone from a pouch at its side, it heaved the stone so it sailed over its prey's head to land with a thud in the direction of the man village from whence the prey came. Then, it moved quietly to the next tree, patiently working it's way closer to it's prey, not quite ready to spring before toying with it.

At least a little before the kill.

(Reply to this) (Thread)

[info]dmalfoy_purbld
2008-02-09 04:24 am UTC (link)
Draco's attention shot to the side as he heard something thump. He spun around, books and quills forgotten as he reached for his wand. Part of his mind ran down his body to the tracking device at his leg, but the rest took in his position, outside of Hogsmeade, outside of the Manor wards. He was relatively defenseless.

"Show yourself, coward!" he called out, hoping to both draw attention and draw out his opponent.

He glanced around, trying to back himself towards the town while trying to focus on the darkness, hoping to find who was there.

He cursed his lapse in judgment and only hoped he could get back to civilization unscathed.

(Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

[info]fi_admin
2008-02-12 04:11 am UTC (link)
Oh, how sweet the loss of innocence, even so small a loss as the sudden clamour of danger in the mind. It was almost as heady as the warm rush of blood over lips parched with too long an absence of that sweet nectar.

The scent of fear rolling off the whelp below over powered everying, even the burgeoning scents of spring and new life. The scent of fear and awaiting death called to him.

He lobbed a second stone through the air to land behind the pale figure below, swinging across to a new branch overhead that would put him just above and to the right of his goal.

"Coward, is it, boy?" The gravelly voice echoed slightly in the near emptiness of the newly budding trees. Gathering his legs beneath him, he pushed off into one great leap, landing just in front of and to the left of his quarry.

"Is that any way to speak to your elders," Fenrir growled, a manic grin doing nothing to add joviality to his countenance.

(Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

[info]dmalfoy_purbld
2008-02-12 04:42 am UTC (link)
Draco nearly jumped when the next rock hit, spinning around, then nearly falling over as he heard Fenrir taunt him.

He spun around again, then stumbled backwards as Fenrir landed before him.

Draco knew his face was paling, and with the spinning he'd done, he didn't have quite as tight a reign on his bearings as he'd like his opponent to believe.

"Fenrir Greyback," he said low, with far more confidence than he felt. Inside, he was quaking. He tried to breathe slower, tried to ease the fear from his body, knowing the man-wolf in front of him could feel it.

His wand was out, and defensive spells were running through his head. He was only distantly aware of being proud that curses the Ministry would care about weren't his first choice.

"What are you doing here? I have no business with you."

(Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)
(no subject) - [info]fi_admin, 2008-02-12 05:27 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]dmalfoy_purbld, 2008-02-12 05:01 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]fi_admin, 2008-02-13 04:26 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]dmalfoy_purbld, 2008-02-13 04:33 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]fi_admin, 2008-02-13 05:33 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]dmalfoy_purbld, 2008-02-13 05:40 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]fi_admin, 2008-02-13 06:01 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]dmalfoy_purbld, 2008-02-13 04:10 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]fi_admin, 2008-02-13 08:50 pm UTC
OOC - Do you want to have Severus' patronus come now? - [info]dmalfoy_purbld, 2008-02-13 09:29 pm UTC
OOC: I can edit if he's too close to the face for the bruising the grip on his throat will cause. - [info]fi_admin, 2008-02-16 09:10 pm UTC
OOC: All good. Just don't want scars there. ;-) - [info]dmalfoy_purbld, 2008-02-16 11:00 pm UTC
Patronuses
[info]dmalfoy_purbld
2008-02-13 05:21 am UTC (link)
Two white panthers split from Draco's wand and began charging separately. They were following the castor's wishes, finding solace in the two men who had protected and guided him throughout his life. One raced towards Malfoy Manor. The other raced towards Hogwarts.

Each carried a very broken missive: Fenrir Hogsmeade Help

(Reply to this) (Thread)
Patronuses
[info]subtle_simmer
2008-02-13 05:29 pm UTC (link)
There was something quite satisfying about these increasingly frequent 'quiet evenings at home'. For a man who had lived more than half his life in some form of isolation (self-induced or otherwise) or fear, the idea of such a thing as a 'quiet evening at home' being pleasant had been utterly and completely foreign to him.

Now, however, he had even taken to arranging his detentions in such a way as to leave him plenty of time to enjoy said evenings, which he was now preparing to do. Sunday afternoon was just reaching the prime of its long, lazy middle, and already Severus was anticipating finishing his Marking early enough to enjoy a game of chess and a sample of a very good bottle of Cognac he had just recently acquired.

Another long, red gash appeared across the parchment presently resting on his knees. His newest favourite Marking spot had become their sitting room sofa, with himself sitting sideways, knobby knees drawn up to support whatever he was working on against his lap, stockinged feet resting entangled with Remus' bare ones on the sofa between them.

Ridiculously cozy and relaxed. Who would have ever expected him capable of such normality?

Normality which was instantly and savagely shattered as the moon-bright panther swept through the stone wall of their private chambers.

Severus was on his feet before the message was conveyed. Essays, ink and quills fell into a pooling mess of blood-red liquid as he stared, horror-struck, at the Patronus, its life-shattering message in Draco's broken voice ringing in his ears like a death knell.

He positively staggered. Worse than staggered. The weight falling on him was too much to bear. His knees buckled, and had Remus not jumped to his feet as well, and been right there to catch him, Severus would have actually fallen to the ground in horror.

As it was, he leaned against the other man, gasping as though all the air had been sucked from his body.

Draco! Greyback! NO! No! NO!!

But he was a war-veteran and a man of action. Personal horror and angst could wait until damage was assessed and Draco was rescued.

"I'm going," he gasped out, his voice ragged and broken. Pushing away from Remus, using the other man's body as support, he regained his equilibrium and his footing. His own wand flicked and summoned the bag he had long since begun keeping well-stocked with an assortment of lycanthropic-specific remedies. His feet were in his boots and bag was in his hand before the dark, stained, misty after-image of the panther had completely left his retina.

Another flick of his wand and his own Patronus - still the Phoenix - was soaring around them. This, too, separated into two.

One, to Draco - perhaps the mere sound of his voice, The Executioner, would give Fenrir pause.

"I am coming."

The second, to Ginevra Weasley.

"There has been an attack. Greyback. Prepare the clinic for injuries. Do not leave the safety of the building."

And then he was running, flat out, heedless of anything but getting to the edge of those blasted Antiapparition Wards and getting to Draco.

Edited at 2008-02-13 05:42 pm UTC

(Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)
Re: Patronuses
[info]m4moony
2008-02-13 09:07 pm UTC (link)
Someday, they would not find their calm, quiet shattered just as they were settling in and beginning to trust it.

At Severus' sudden movement, Remus was on his feet as well, sharp reflexes reaching to catch his lover before Remus had even fully registered what was going on.

Greyback.

Three silver wolves -- real wolves, not were -- followed swiftly after Severus' phoenixes: the first heading further into the castle towards the Headmistress' office an explanation as to where her two professors were running to so suddenly and to advise that she and Hermione may have to watch the houses if things went sour, the second to Glamis with instructions to make the pack stay put, and the third to Charlie with a plea to be ready in case he was needed but to stay put for now until the situation could be assessed.

Then Remus was fast on Severus' heels, his own shoes ignored in the moment as Hogwarts' Potions Master nearly outran him despite his own preternatural speed as a result of the moon's nearing fullness.

He couldn't stop Severus from going. He knew the other man felt as strongly about Malfoy's heir as he, Remus, did about Harry. Asking Severus not to go would be as futile as Harry trying to convince Remus someone else could teach him how to cast the unforgivables. But there was no way Remus was about to stay behind and give Greyback a chance to take Severus from him. In any case, when he had time to rationalize it later, he would state that, as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and resident werewolf, it was basically his duty to investigate when a dangerous Dark Creature attacked an innocent boy so close to the school.

But in that moment, his only thoughts as he flew after his lover were the hope they weren't too late, and the dark anger still smoldering inside after all these months that wished heartily for a chance to remove the threat of Greyback from their lives once and for all.

(Reply to this) (Parent)
Patronuses
[info]vincere_aut_mor
2008-02-14 10:25 am UTC (link)
It was an unusually quiet and peaceful day. In the morning he and Narcissa had apparated to the Somerset coast, taking a long and unhurried walk along part of the 630 mile path. Having been suitably exercised, and having enjoyed a warming meal in a small wizard pub aptop a cliff, he was very contented to spend the rest of the day in his chair reading.

His book was soon resting on his lap. Thankful that sleep had found him, Lucius dreamed of the sea.

He neither saw nor heard the patronus enter the sitting room. The white panther raced around his chair, until it spoke. Lucius' eyes shot open.

"What?" he breathed.

The message was repeated.

Lucius stood and lifted his wand. The Manor gave a gentle, understanding clunk. It would allow him to disapparate. He cast the spell where he stood. There was no time to delay with cloaks, or anything else.

He hoped fervently that there was some misunderstanding, that Draco was not in danger, but the voice that had come from the patronus seemed to deny his hope.

He was going to kill Greyback. He was going to rip his head off. This must be because of their meeting, it must be...and if Lucius didn't get there in time...

But for now he just wanted his son.

"I'm coming Draco," he said aloud.

(Reply to this) (Parent)

[info]gryffndean
2008-02-14 12:30 am UTC (link)
Dean had been having a rather frustrating day- he couldn't seem to focus on studying, on drawing, on the telly, or on anything else. By the middle of the afternoon he was sick of all this, and decided he needed to get out of the house. Since he spent every day in Diagon Alley, Dean decided to head up to Hogsmeade.

Exiting Honeydukes, Dean turned to walk along the path that led towards the edge of town- it was a nice evening for a walk, if a bit cool-when he heard the sound of a struggle.

His heart immediately started pounding as he debated, for a split second, whether to approach the sounds of what was obviously an attack of some sort. There was always the possibility it was just animals- but then Dean heard a distinctively human scream, and his Gryffindor instincts took over. Someone was being hurt, what else could he do but attempt to help?

Moving cautiously, his old DA and Defense lessons swimming to the front of his mind, Dean held his wand at the ready as he moved towards the noises as silently as possible. The screams and cries of pain became louder, until Dean could see with his own eyes what had been causing them.

The sight before him stopped Dean dead in his tracks. Although he had never seen him in person, Dean knew that there was only one possibility as to the identity of the attacker.

Fenrir Greyback.

A surge of anger rushed through Dean. Greyback had set up Mandy, had effectively killed her, even though it had been the Ministry who had injected the silver. And here he was, attacking someone in broad daylight! Knowing he would only have one chance at surprise, Dean edged a bit closer, relieved that all of Greyback's focus seemed to be on his victim- whom, at the moment, Dean could not identify.

Taking one last silent breath, Dean strode forward, his wand ahead of him.

"Stupefy!"

(Reply to this) (Thread)

[info]dmalfoy_purbld
2008-02-14 03:15 am UTC (link)
Draco heard the curse and gave a silent cheer. Someone had come to his aid. Someone was going to help.

It wasn't Severus, wasn't his father, but they were both on their way as well. Maybe he wouldn't die today. Oh blessed Merlin.

He tried to pull away, hoping that the spell would startle Greyback enough for him to drag himself away, limp, run, anything to get to safety.

Unable to fully dislodge the beast, Draco groaned loudly with the effort.

(Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

[info]fi_admin
2008-02-17 05:51 am UTC (link)
The sound of twigs breaking should have warned him they were no longer alone. Should have, but Fenrir was too far gone into the haze of heat and blood as he continued to gnaw and lap at the fragile wrist held within his hand.

It was the spell that got his attention -- or, rather, it was the sudden loss of balance when the spell hit him that got his attention.

The force of the curse hit him full in the back, pushing him forward and forcing him to lose his grip on the boy's wrist in order to catch himself on his elbows. The grip on his prey's throat loosened as well, but that was neither here no there when the boy was pinned to the ground by Fenrir's weight atop him.

Rolling to his side, he slipped his arm under and around the whelp's throat once more, pulling the boy up as he, himself, stood to face this opponent who thought he could take on Fenrir Greyback and win. He used Malfoy's get as a shield, holding him up by the arm around his throat.

"Is this what you want?" he sneered. "Or were you lining up to be next when I'm done with this one?"

(Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

[info]gryffndean
2008-02-17 06:15 am UTC (link)
FUCK! Was Dean's only thought when the stunner he'd sent off did little more than knock Greyback down for a moment. Dean's mind was already racing as to what spell to do next when Greyback stood up, using his victim as a shield.

Draco Malfoy.

Draco bloody Malfoy.

Except in this case he was, literally, covered in blood. After momentarily cursing himself for getting into this situation to save Malfoy's ass, Dean met Greyback's eyes.

"Attacking people in broad daylight, are you now?" Dean asked, his voice amazingly level for the amount of adrenaline that was coursing through his system. "Not waiting for the Ministry to execute people for you?" As Dean spoke, his mind was racing, trying to figure out his next move. He obviously could not just start hurling curses at Greyback- Malfoy looked to be in bad shape already, and a misaimed spell would only cause more damage.

Finally, an idea appeared in Dean's mind- one that, if it worked, would hinder Greyback quite a bit and, if it didn't, would not injure Malfoy all that much.

At least, that's what Dean was hoping.

"Incarcerous!" Dean yelled, aiming the magical ropes at Greyback's ankles. If he had misaimed, Dean was sure that binding Draco's ankles would surely be the least of his worries.

(Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)
(no subject) - [info]dmalfoy_purbld, 2008-02-17 06:25 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]fi_admin, 2008-02-17 06:38 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]dmalfoy_purbld, 2008-02-17 06:43 am UTC

[info]vincere_aut_mor
2008-02-17 11:09 am UTC (link)
Lucius arrived, looking frantically about him for a sign of his son.

As Draco's screaming rent the air, he ran in the direction of the noise, his heart giving horrible jolts of fear. If he's screaming he's alive. Hurt but alive. Lucius stumbled as he ran, pushing his legs to run faster than they'd had to in some time.

When he came upon them his eyes moved quickly over the situation. A boy he didn't know. Draco...His stomach flopped at the sight of his son, angry bile rising in his throat. Draco looked awful, there was blood everywhere, he was curled up, eyes fighting to stay open.

Lucius moved to him, a hand on his head gently, he didn't want to hurt him further.

"I'm here Draco," he said.

Lucius looked up to ask the boy where Greyback was, but the struggling figure caught his eye. Wand in his hand already, Lucius stalked forward.

"The boy might have bound you, but I'm going to fucking kill you" he shouted at the figure on the ground.

He lifted his wand, angry as he'd ever been in his life.

"AVADA--"

(Reply to this) (Thread)

[info]subtle_simmer
2008-02-17 05:19 pm UTC (link)
Not Draco! Not Draco! Not Draco!

As he ran and ran and ran, his mind whirled with horrible possible scenarios. Draco dead, Fenrir feasting gruesomely on the body. As a war veteran, even in the midst of his fear and terror, his own possible actions were also playing through his panic-stricken thoughts.

He would get there in time. Draco would live. And he, Severus, would not give the Ministry another prisoner for Azkaban. (Or two, if Remus did something rash as well!)

His own Sectum Sempra spell could be nicely fatal if properly directed. More than once Severus had cleanly sliced through carotid arteries with the slightest flick of that spell. Granted, it was very Dark Magic, but it was not among the Unforgiveables. He was willing to face Ministry questioning and possible sanctions in exchange for the death of Fenrir.

All that mattered was getting there in time!

And then he was through the gates, past the Apparation wards, drawing his magic around him even as his legs continued to pump like tireless pistons. He'd followed Patronus signatures for Apparation before. Very imprecise, but not much worse than following the pull of the Dark Mark. Reaching out his hand, he pulled Remus with him, relying on experience and instinct as much as the faint, lingering magical signature to guide him.

He hit the ground still running when they reappeared. Sounds of screaming and combat were easy to follow.

Draco was alive! Horribly, Severus recognised his pain and terror filled screams, having heard the sound much, much too often during the war before Draco's escape.

But he was alive!

Then he saw them, arriving from one direction just as Lucius appeared a few yards ahead and to the side. Fenrir was just as Severus had feared in his tormented imagination - all but bathed in Draco's blood! Only the ability to suppress his emotions when action was needed saved him from simply diving into the pile to rip at the beast with his bare hands in blind, insane fury.

Logic must prevail until the danger was over.

"You die, now, Greyback!" he shouted, trying to draw the monster's attention away from his grisly play.

He raised his wand, Sectum Sempra ready to fly, a clear shot to the lifeblood of the monster's neck . . . And then Lucius raised his wand and uttered the beginning syllables of his own spell and Severus' mind kicked into over-drive.

Lucius must not use an Unforgivable! Draco needed his father!

"Lucius! NO!!"

Closing the distance between himself and Draco's father, he slammed his shoulder against Lucius', trying to knock him aside. "No! Don't let him WIN!"

But the action necessarily twisted his own shot at the attacker. He flicked his wand, wordlessly, hatred and fury feeding into the delicious swirl of Dark Magic within him, an addict tasting the forbidden thrill of his long-denied obsession. The spell would cut hot and deep, difficult to heal because only he knew the counter-curse . . .

(Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

[info]gryffndean
2008-02-17 06:00 pm UTC (link)
Dean had been unprepared for the possibility that Greyback would simply toss Malfoy off to the side. However, as the ropes bound Greyback's ankles, Dean found himself only caring that his spell had worked, and that the monster was at least subdued for the moment.

He also knew, however, that it would not last long.

Raising his wand to throw another binding spell at Greyback's wrists, Dean paused when he heard the sound of feet running towards them. Sparing a moment to glance backwards, he caught sight of white-blonde hair, and, for the first time in his life, was actually glad to see Lucius Malfoy.

Deciding that one Death Eater was better suited to dealing with another, Dean made his way towards Draco, trying to gently pull him backwards, away from Greyback's struggling form. He quickly tried to take stock of Draco's injuries, though he was sure that most of them were beyond his means to heal.

"Stay with me, Malfoy," Dean said, conjuring some towels to try and sop up some of the blood, almost unbelieving that he was actually trying to comfort Draco Malfoy. "Your father is here, and-" more running footsteps, more people Dean was definitely happy to see.

"Snape and Lupin. Stay with me."

(Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

[info]m4moony
2008-02-17 07:19 pm UTC (link)
Panic and chaos were never the best situations to arrive in.

When Severus grabbed for his hand, the world around Remus seemed to shatter into confusion as he was Apparated to the site of the attack. Apparation this close to the Full was always more disorientating because of his changing senses. In this case, that disorientation probably saved him from being hit with his lover's curse!

Being the Head of the Brash House of Gryffindor, Severus' fears that Remus would do something rash were entirely well-founded. And he had every intention of doing so -- without using a wand that would trigger the collar around his throat to alert the damned Ministry of his rather murderous intents. The air was thick with the smell of blood and fear, edging Remus' own inner wolf toward the fore.

But it took a second to clear his mind enough to attack -- just long enough for Severus' curse to fly past him, striking Greyback across the legs, where he struggled on the ground. Unfortunately, despite the sudden gushing of blood, the spell also sliced through the bindings around Greyback's ankles, freeing him.

Remus tensed, ready to spring at the slightest move from Greyback, but the older werewolf had apparently decided the odds had suddenly fallen out of his favor. With a low growl -- "Be seeing ya!" -- he vanished, leaving Remus to spring uselessly toward empty space, a frustrated growl of his own rumbling through his chest as he turned to survey the damage.

"Dean! Stop!"

Trusting that Severus was best equipped to deal with an enraged Lucius Malfoy at that moment, Remus sought out Draco, intent on investigating the extent of the young man's injuries beyond what he could already tell from the putrid stench of carnage in the air. He spotted the surprisingly still pure shock of pale blonde hair just as Dean was moving to deal with the steady flow of blood running from out the pale boy's torn body.

In all truth, it was probably safe enough for Dean to touch, but in the aftermath of adrenaline and fear, Remus' own paranoias about lycanthropic infection rose to the fore. Rushing forward, he knelt alongside Dean and moved to take the bloody cloth from Dean.

"Let me," he said more gently, not wanting to startle or frighten Draco any more than the young man likely already was. "It'll be safer if I'm the only one to touch the blood, just in case. I'm already infected. We can take him to Ginny. He'll need a trained healer to close these wounds."

(Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)
(no subject) - [info]dmalfoy_purbld, 2008-02-17 08:39 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]vincere_aut_mor, 2008-02-18 10:02 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]subtle_simmer, 2008-02-18 09:14 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]gryffndean, 2008-02-19 03:15 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]m4moony, 2008-02-19 04:44 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]dmalfoy_purbld, 2008-02-19 05:24 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]vincere_aut_mor, 2008-02-19 07:36 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]subtle_simmer, 2008-02-19 11:34 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]gryffndean, 2008-02-20 11:08 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]m4moony, 2008-02-21 03:52 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]dmalfoy_purbld, 2008-02-21 04:02 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]littlest_weasel, 2008-02-21 04:27 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]vincere_aut_mor, 2008-02-21 09:46 am UTC

[info]subtle_simmer
2008-02-21 10:02 pm UTC (link)
"Draco needs his father here, Ginevra," Severus said firmly at almost the same moment Lucius spoke. "He is likely to be in shock; disoriented and confused. A familiar voice will be invaluable in keeping him calm."

So. Much. Blood.

Even as he spoke to the girl, he was looking at Draco properly for the first time. His clothing was in shreds and there was scarcely an inch of it that wasn't soaked in blood. From the appearance of the clothing, most of the damage seemed to come from behind.

Just like the filthy mongrel to attack while his opponent's back was turned!

Still, it would be impossible to evaluate Draco's wounds like this.

Summoning a thick blanket from a nearby cupboard, he draped it over Draco and then magically removed his clothing, which appeared in a bloody heap on a chair in the room. If anyone was curious as to why Severus didn't just banish the lot, he quickly explained.

"If any of that blood is Greyback's rather than Draco's - it might be an invaluable sample for our research to for optimal treatment." His voice was hoarse with thinly veiled terror, his face clammy with the sort of foul perspiration brought on by extreme duress. "Don't wash any of it. Remus and I will examine it later."

Remus would probably be able to tell by scent whether there was any trace of the monster's blood present, but that was the least of their concerns at the moment.

Blood continued to flow freely, already seeping through portions of the blanket. Severus grabbed Lucius by the shoulders and physically stationed him near Draco's head. There, he was least likely to be in the way while he, Ginevra and Remus worked, while not being shunted from the room.

"Talk to him if he rouses," he ordered. "Tell him he is safe and will be fine."

Looking around the room, Severus realised there was another triviality that must still be addressed, and quickly. There were four individuals wearing Ministry tracking-devices here, and the Dark Magic performed by his own wand a short while ago was sure to be setting off every alarm-bell in existence at the Ministry.

"Mr Thomas, Bingley must be contacted at once. I will make nice with Ministry thugs only after Draco has been treated. See how much he can stall for us."

Action. Do something. Give orders. These things were all that held his panic at bay.

Ginevra did not need his orders or instructions to do her job. She would be better at assessing which injuries were the most life-threatening than he could do.

He went to another large store cupboard, this one being filled with potions brewed at his hand, all of them carrying the weight of his years of Lycanthropic research. He began pulling out various healing ointments, potions, Essence of Dittany and Murtlap, blood replenishers and pain relievers. His hands shook, violently, as he set these supplies along with gauze bandages and wraps on a wheeled table near Ginevra.

"Remus - it would be helpful to know which wounds are bites," he said hoarsely. "We have disinfectants with aconite which might prevent . . . complications."

Might. Maybe.

And still the blood flowed and fear twisted like a knife in his chest.

(Reply to this) (Thread)

[info]gryffndean
2008-02-21 11:28 pm UTC (link)
When Lupin had finally given him permission to drop the charm, and as soon as he'd heard the name 'Ginny', it hadn't taken long for Dean to figure out where this secret clinic was located. After all, they hadn't walked all that far, and knowing that the youngest Weasley was involved let Dean know there was only one possible place they could be- Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

Dean nodded silently when Ginny ordered him out of the room, knowing that she would need to focus. At Snape's order Dean nodded again, understanding the importance of the request.

It didn't take long for him to find his way up to the shop and quickly ask Ron if he could use the Floo.

Bingley hadn't yet received notification of Snape's illegal spell, and tensed visibly when Dean quickly related what had happened. Bingley agreed that when he was contacted he would go down to the ministry himself and stall as much as possible. That errand done, Dean returned to the clinic, waiting just outside the room, listening as they worked.

(Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

[info]m4moony
2008-02-22 05:02 am UTC (link)
Remus' hands were nearly as bloody as Draco's back from trying to keep the young man from bleeding to death. Years of war and iron-willed control were the only things keeping him from climbing up the walls with the agitation the scent of all that blood was creating. As Severus explained in detail why to the others, Remus added the blood-soaked cloth he'd been using to keep light pressure on Draco's wounds to the pile of bloody clothes Severus tossed into a chair.

The reminder of Severus' actions and the likelihood of Ministry reprisals had his attention, though. He'd not thought about it in heat of the moment, but he knew the spell that had been used. The last thing they needed right now was for a team of Aurors to come down upon the area and start asking questions, possibly locating the clinic and all that would mean.

Thank goodness Dean had been there!

Heaven help them if Nevin was amoung those who answered the call. And it was a possibility if his own presence brought the WCU into this mess.

"Ginny, I'll need gloves if anything with aconite is going to be applied to the wounds. And both of you should wear them as well." He fixed Severus with a meaningful stare. "Humor me."

Remus barely noticed Malfoy where he stood just as Severus had placed him, or Dean's discrete exit to ensure they were not visited by the Ministry before they had a chance to tend to the tortured blonde on the table before them. His awareness narrowed to focus on what he could learn from the scents of blood and fear already threatening to overwhelm his senses.

"Claws," he stated quietly, pointing to the long gashes on the backs of Draco's thighs. He'd already determined those as they had come. The wounds on his back required visual investigation as well as his nose. There were subtle differences in the way claws and teeth ripped through the flesh. "Claws here...teeth...more claws...claws...teeth..."

He methodically searched out and identified each wound, almost holding his breath with the need to calm his own reactions in order to tend to Draco's needs.

(Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)
(no subject) - [info]dmalfoy_purbld, 2008-02-22 05:24 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]littlest_weasel, 2008-02-22 05:45 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]vincere_aut_mor, 2008-02-24 12:50 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]subtle_simmer, 2008-02-24 04:28 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]gryffndean, 2008-02-24 11:14 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]m4moony, 2008-02-25 03:33 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]dmalfoy_purbld, 2008-02-25 10:40 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]littlest_weasel, 2008-02-25 11:14 pm UTC

[info]vincere_aut_mor
2008-02-29 03:07 pm UTC (link)
Lucius turned to look for the potions Severus had named, trying not to think too much about the suggestion of infection. Draco should become well again, that was the important thing. Anything else, they would deal with afterwards.

He turned back as Draco began to scream, the sound pulling the air out of his lungs. He almost dropped the vials, but managed to balance them on the table.

"Can't you sedate him?" he asked them. Surely it wasn't necssary to put Draco through this, surely it would be best to let him sleep. He held his hands firmly on Draco's shoulders until the noise subsided. It dawned on him, it wasn't infection at all that concerned him. It wasn't Draco's physicl state on recovery, far from it. It was a new brand of mental anguish for his son.

Lucius vowed he'd kill Fenrir Greyback if it would cost him his own life.

He retrieved the vials that Severus had wanted him to give, pulling the stopper on the first.

"Draco, you must drink this for me," he said firmly, lifting Draco's head and holding the potion to his lips so that he wouldn't choke.

(Reply to this) (Thread)

[info]subtle_simmer
2008-03-01 02:49 am UTC (link)
"He must remain conscious to consume the potions," Severus said to Lucius' agonised question. "But give him the green liquid in the glass phial next. It is a pain reliever and should help without sedating him."

They worked quickly. Severus was almost as worried about Remus' exposure to the Aconite as he was about Draco's injuries, casting his lover frequent worried glances even as he daubed potions and applied poultices and dressings after Ginevra treated the wounds.

The concern about Hogwarts was a valid one, but Severus could not bring himself to worry about anything so vague and distant when Draco seemed to be barely clinging to life before him. He followed the path of the wounds as Remus pointed them out. As soon as the deep gashes all up and down Draco's back were treated, they carefully turned him. Severus held his breath in fear - if the peritoneal cavity was punctured, infection would be assured - St. Mungo's would be their only option.

Thankfully, though the claw marks were deep, even werewolf strength could not make human fingernails pierce strong abdominal muscles and tendons deep enough to injure internal organs.

By now, though, even though it had only been a few short minutes, Severus could clearly see the vivid redness rimming Remus' eyes and hear the occasional sniffle he was trying to stifle. His nasal passages must be burning like sin.

"Remus - we've got it from here," he said, lifting his worried gaze back to his lover. "Ginevra and I can handle this. Thank you." His voice quavered slightly, his emotions running high and intense. "Perhaps you should do as you said and alert Minerva?"

It was one of the hardest things he'd done tonight, to suggest Remus go out - alone - with Fenrir who knows where.

"Be careful," he said urgently, the same horrible weakness to his voice. "And come back . . ." Whole. "Soon."

He let Ginevra work on closing the abdominal wounds while he peered at Draco's pale face. His hands joined with Lucius' in trying to urge the young man to take his next potion. Severus ran a bloody, gloved hand through the white-blond locks.

"Come on, Draco. Almost done here, stay with us."

(Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

[info]m4moony
2008-03-01 07:16 am UTC (link)
Time began to blur a bit as they worked...or at least Remus' eyesight did. By the time Severus told him they could take it from there, the aconite in the air was beginning to become an issue.

At least the worstof the injuries had already been identified. The claw marks continued around to the young man's chest and stomach, but no further bites. The twisted limbs and limp wrist were worrisome, but there was really little Remus could do from there to help. He had a warrior's medical training, battlefield first aid learned as neccessity demanded. Severus and Ginny knew better than he what needed to be done from here.

Dangerous as it may be, Remus' place was at Hogwarts now, seeing to the safety of their students. Minerva needed warning. The grounds needed to be secured. And he wanted to make sure there was no way for Greyback to stumble onto the grounds through the Shack, either.

Most of all, Remus needed to be doing something...but away from the aconite threatening to burn it's way through his nose to his brain and far away from the scents of blood, fear, and pain still making his own inner wolf anxious and restless.

"I'll warn Minerva and make sure the school is secure. Then I'll come back," he promised, stripping off his gloves and reaching out to squeeze Severus' shoulder reassuringly -- "public displays" be damned. Remus was not any more anxious to be separated while Greyback was loose in the area. But, Severus' place was here with Draco and his father. Remus' was at the school for the time being. Except for maybe Hagrid, there was no one else adept enough to track the renegade werewolf.

Nodding at Dean on his way out, Remus slipped out the door cautiously into the night. The cool night air was a balm to abused sinuses and irritated eyes. He leaned momentarily against the closed door at his back and let the breeze sooth the beast inside before checking there was no one else around and apparating to the Hogwarts' gate where he set off on another barefoot run across the grounds to warn the Headmistress of the nearby danger.

(Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)
(no subject) - [info]dmalfoy_purbld, 2008-03-02 09:41 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]littlest_weasel, 2008-03-02 10:23 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]vincere_aut_mor, 2008-03-02 10:49 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]subtle_simmer, 2008-03-04 01:20 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]dmalfoy_purbld, 2008-03-04 04:19 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]littlest_weasel, 2008-03-04 05:55 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]vincere_aut_mor, 2008-03-05 07:38 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]littlest_weasel, 2008-03-06 01:16 am UTC

[info]subtle_simmer
2008-03-05 03:55 pm UTC (link)
Even now, he fancied he could feel the warmth on his shoulder where Remus had clasped it before leaving to tend to the needs of the school. He, too, had obligations to the school. He was Head of Slytherin House and soon to be Deputy Headmaster! How could he, Severus Snape, he of the cold-hearted bastard-dom, be literally all but crippled beneath the crushing weight of Draco's near fatal injuries?

How very, profoundly wonderful, in the most humbling, reverential ways, to know without shred of doubt that Remus would tend to those things he 'ought' to be doing, to free him of those burdens and allow him to focus where his heart needed to be.

What a gift, to be able to lean on someone so fully in a time of need.

Severus had always disdained such weakness, insisting on going it 'alone'. Much as he cared for Draco and was warily fond of Lucius, the closest people he had ever known as 'friends' since he first disdained the term when he was only fifteen, he had never leaned on them or trusted them as much as he did Remus.

The knowledge gave him reassurance, like being lashed safely to a sturdy, immovable tree in the midst of a hurricane. Even separated by distance as they were now, Remus was his pillar of strength that would get him through this.

It was but an instant to get to the Manor. Narcissa ought to have received his Patronus long ago. Doubtless she would be frantic. Realising he was covered in blood - Draco's blood - Severus performed a quick cleansing charm. It would do nothing to obliterate the stench of the sick room, but at least it did not appear as though her son had bled to death in his arms.

He banged on the door insistently, though it opened instantly to reveal an anxious appearing house-elf.

"Where is she? We must leave at once. Narcissa!" he bellowed as he stepped into the entrance hall.

(Reply to this) (Thread)

[info]regal_narcissa
2008-03-05 07:41 pm UTC (link)
"I'm here. Severus, tell me Draco is alive. Tell me Lucius is alright. Take me to them, please, Severus! What's happened?"

Her voice was quiet, but as she moved out to meet Severus from the Drawing room, her hands shook as she wrung them together. Her face was pale, and the evidence of tears was clear on her face. But her head was up, and she was ready to face whatever she beheld.

The phoenix had surprised her, and the message had been minimal: something had happened to Draco. The patronus had communicated that Severus would be there soon to take her to her son. She had no idea what had happened to him; the necessity of the patronus made it clear that it was serious. But where was Lucius? Why hadn't he sent a patronus as well?

She began to imagine the worst; perhaps Lucius was injured. Was he dead? What had happened to the two of them? Her mind would not let it go; her boggart image of Draco lying bleeding and dying came to her. She had become frantic at that point, and had rushed to her room, to pull of her jewelry and tear off the inappropriate clothes she had worn. Her mind kept seeing her son, injured, and her husband, dead, and her tears had flooded her face as she grabbed something to wear. She had splashed some water on her face, to try to erase the evidence of her emotions. But while she paced from the Drawing Room to the Hall Entry, she couldn't shake her fear and her tears had come back.

She was so relieved to see Severus at last that she did not hesitate to walk over to him quickly; if Lucius was alright, she knew he had a good reason not to send for her.

(Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

[info]subtle_simmer
2008-03-05 11:28 pm UTC (link)
Now was not a time to be missish about physical contact. He grabbed her wringing hands and pulled her close so he could peer urgently into her face.

"Lucius is fine. He is with Draco. I will take you to them both at once - but you must be prepared. Draco has been . . . injured."

Understatement of the year. He attempted to explain while stepping backward, tugging her toward the door and the edge of the Antiapparation wards of the Manor.

"Draco was attacked, Narcissa. He's been badly injured. It was impossible to come for you until he was . . . stabilised. He is resting now."

Once outside, he lowered one of his hands to her waist, almost afraid he would have to support her weight once she heard the truth of it. If she swooned, he would bloody well carry her to her son!

"It was Fenrir Greyback."

Holding her as close as though they were dancing, he Apparated them away and back to Hogsmeade, using the night and her disorientation to get her to the concealed entrance of the clinic without realising their location enough to return here on her own.

Inside the clinic, he stopped just outside the treatment room to allow her to regain her feet and her bearings - if she could.

"Can you stand on your own?" he asked, his own fear-roughened voice as gentle as he could make it.

(Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)
(no subject) - [info]regal_narcissa, 2008-03-06 07:01 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]subtle_simmer, 2008-03-06 03:30 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]regal_narcissa, 2008-03-07 05:24 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]vincere_aut_mor, 2008-03-09 05:32 pm UTC
(no subject) - [info]regal_narcissa, 2008-03-10 12:57 am UTC
(no subject) - [info]vincere_aut_mor, 2008-03-12 08:23 am UTC

(75 comments) - (Post a new comment)

Create an Account
Forgot your login or password?
Login w/ OpenID
English • Español • Deutsch • Русский…