Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Freedom Bound in Chains	By : TaintedSensibly Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58477 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Harry Potter characters. I did not make money from this story.

Chapter List
- 22
- 23
- 24
A/N: WARNING! This chapter contains religious themes/ exorcism. It is based on fact. Everything that the characters experience in this chapter has been experienced by real life people during misguided exorcisms. If this topic is upsetting to you, please do not read this chapter. Please do not read this chapter if you feel it will influence you to replicate in any way what is depicted. Seriously. Don't. However, it is something I felt I had to explore.
Evil
Draco arched with a gasp. Vision blurred. The room was swaying. The Hold? Sluggish fear.
"Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino per caelum, caelum antiquos, glori Patri..."
A slurred moan escaped him as his head rolled to the side, trying to see, trying to understand. Brick walls. Dark. Candles. So many little flames. No windows. Shadows of men. Soft bed, cold chains around wrists, ankles. Naked against coarse sheets. Familiar...
"Kingdoms of the earth, sing unto God. Sing praises to the Lord by way of heaven, the heaven of the ancients, and the glory of the Father..."
This feeling... It was familiar... Draco groaned and moved his mouth, but words wouldn't come. He churned his chained limbs restlessly but hardly moved. He knew this feeling. Knew it... "Special K" or "Vitamin K"... Drugged. He was drugged. Remembered the injections the few times he'd just snapped, became violent. And the kids in the Hold... docile, vacant after the shots. But his thoughts were moving again, sluggishly connecting things...
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica...”
Harry... He couldn't feel Harry, but was it the drugs? Or was Harry gone... Remus's blank dead eyes... “Whaaa...?” He forced the shape of the word, eyes swinging from shape to shape. “Wha?”
A figure moved forward. Brown cape, hood raised to hide his face, but it was a he. Draco would know a male's shape in any state. Threat! Draco flinched as a meaty hand violently lifted a golden cross and thrust it out to him.
“If the soul of this child can hear me past the Demon, know we will try to win you free! If the Demon's hold is too great, we will free thee unto Heaven! Your time of suffering is near over!”
Draco growled. Demon? He pulled weakly at the chains holding him spread eagle on the bed.
"We exorcise you! Every impure spirit! Every satanic power! Every incursion of the infernal adversary! Every legion! Every congregation and diabolical sect!”
6 hours
Harry sobbed weakly, tears drenching his face. He couldn't see, just blurs of color, but the sound of the constant chanting terrified him. Arms out, legs out, naked, terrified. Draco. Want Draco! He didn't know where he was, how he got here. Didn't remember anything really, just a certainty that Draco should be there. Not even quite sure who exactly Draco was, just knew they should be together.
“Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare.”
The sound never stopped. Sometimes in that weird jumble of unfamiliar words. Sometimes in English saying things he didn't understand. He wept and wept. A snap and he cried out. Pain across his chest burned him to the bone. Another snap and he screamed.
“Diabolical legions, we adjure you! Cease to deceive human creatures and to give to them the poison of eternal damnation!”
The lashes came again and again. He jerked at his arms and legs, trying to flee, trying to cover himself. But they kept coming! He screamed until he lost his voice. Dizzy, sick, heart pounding so hard it almost felt bruised against his bones, he began to pass out.
A man was screaming, “Do you repent your desire? Do you repent laying your lips on a boy? Will you turn away from temptation and return to the Holy Light of God? DO YOU REPENT?”
'Draco, Draco, Draco...' Harry mouthed the word through his tears, unable to speak.
“He calls for the Devil!”
The snap came harder this time. Hard enough to steal his breath, lock his lungs, and stop his heart for an agonizing moment.
“Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis! Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine... quem inferi tremunt...”
12 hours
“Where do they hide?” a cold voice demanded.
Remus gasped as another bucket of ice cold water was thrown violently in his face. Chained against a brick wall, his arms were painfully stretched above him. He was naked. His skin bore lacerations from a flogger and bruises from a cane. His eyes were long since gold. Wet, shivering, he bared his teeth at his attackers.
“WHERE ARE THE WITCHES?”
The waterfall torrent hit his face, choking him. The burn of the ice water; the gasping, painful hitch of his breath. Cold down to his bones; shaking so hard his chains rattled, the sound filling the room and underscoring the chants.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas omnis incursio infernalis adversarii. Omnis legio! Omnis con... potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii. Omnis legio! Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica!”
The drugs only dulled his senses slightly, but add in complete exhaustion... Any hope of wandless magic was impossible. Remus had been chained to this wall and tormented for what felt like weeks, but that couldn't be true. Had to be only days. He'd have transformed by now if it'd been weeks. He threw his head back and howled at the thought. These chains would not hold him then.
One of the lunatics strode forward and backhanded him viciously across the face. “Demon!” He grabbed Remus by the hair and forced his face up. “You will tell us where your coven meets! Or we will make Hell look like Heaven in comparison!”
“Wh-wh-where ar-r-r-re th-h-he b-boys-s-s?” he demanded as he had a hundred times before.
A man stepped forward from the shadows. He was thinner than the others and shorter. Remus watched him unblinkingly through golden eyes as his body quaked and shivered.
“They are going through Holy exorcisms. We always try to save the children. It's been nearly twelve hours. We should see signs soon if they are salvageable.”
Twelve hours? Twelve hours! Remus went limp in the chains, knees bent. Only twelve hours? It felt like years.
A slender hand grabbed his face, forcing his jaws open. Blue eyes burned into him. “But you, demon, have possessed this body too long to be evicted. You've consumed this poor man's soul long ago.We usually kill your kind on sight, but we are tired of fighting this losing battle.”
Sharp nails broke Remus's skin, made him bleed. He stared dumbly, in shock, numb.
“We are sick of your kind possessing our children and stealing them away to propagate evil. We will have the location of the Demon Nest from you.” His fingers punctured through the skin of Remus's cheeks, reached through them and touched his teeth.
Remus's tongue writhed as he screamed, blood filling his mouth and spilling down his throat. A thick wooden cross was shoved into his mouth, further choking him. Remus thrashed his head, terrified, but the arms of the cross were forced through the tears made in his flesh, ripping his skin further apart.
Sobbing, screaming, Remus hardly felt the leather strap that they secured around his head, holding the cross in place, but he definitely felt it when the long end was shoved against the back of his throat. His screams transformed into gags, and then he was vomiting the blood he'd swallowed. Suffocating; he could hardly breathe!
“Look at how he writhes at the touch of the Cross!” the man screamed hysterically. “See how Evil suffers at the touch of the Holy!”
Chained like an animal, blood and vomit coating his naked skin, eyes bugged as he choked, Remus thrashed his head in terrified panic.
“Suffer, filthy Demon! We'll see if you're ready to talk in an hour!”
18 hours
A thready scream rose from Draco's tortured throat as hot oil splashed over his chest. He was drenched in sweat from the pain and heat, and the salt only further irritated his scarred and grotesquely blistering skin. Near exhaustion and complete black-out, Draco clenched his jaws and endured.
“I don't think there will be salvation for you, foul beast,” his tormentor spoke, resting against the wall as more oil was heated to a boil. He was brown all over, the man. Brown hair and eyes, tan skin, brown hooded cloak. Draco hated him with everything he was.
“Oh, yes. We know all about your vile game. Know how you seduced men to your form, tainting them with new appetites to unleash on the innocent children of the world. Know all about the ones you fed on, sending your vile poison into their bodies to hide the fact that you had consumed their souls. You may look the victim, Devil, but we see through your insidious deception.”
“Don't... know... what... yer... talkin... 'bout...” Draco panted hatefully.
The man brushed Draco's sweat-soaked hair off his face. “That's how we learned of your existence. Raymond's men were all too eager to tell tales of Raymond's pet monster. It took a while, but we were able to track you to O'Shea. Luongo insisted on fetching his property, thought it'd give him a reputation among the Family. He did not listen to us when we told him he was dealing with forces not of Earth but of Hell.”
Draco grimaced as the man's hand wandered down to his neck where his skin oozed painfully.
“But you were more powerful than he. Killed them all in the space of an hour. Lost your trail after that, until you returned to the club. Couldn't leave that playground in the basement, could you? It's perfect for you, Demon, isn't it?” The man's nails scrapped down the raw flesh of Draco's chest and he whimpered. “We would have killed you then, but it was decided to use you as bait. To see if other Demons would gather around you.”
With a hot glare, Draco rasped a demand, “Har... ry?”
“There is hope yet for the one you tempted.” The man took his hand away and leaned close, their faces inches apart. “Were the souls of men no longer enough, Demon? You had to seduce an innocent child and taint him with your evil? Is it more satisfying for you when they are children? To see their innocent eyes get wide as you tease and tempt their body. I bet sweet little Harry was delicious.”
Draco would have spat in his face if he had enough moisture in his mouth.
The man gave a cruel smile and rose. Two others approached with the oil. “Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine! Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos...”
The hot oil splashed down over his chest, neck, penis. Draco writhed in pain so great it wiped out who he was, wiped out every memory, until all he was, was this one moment. Forever.
Eventually the pain ebbed and he could breathe and think again. Eyes silver with hate, face twisted in agony, he pulled hard against his restraints, straining his joints as he lifted his head and shoulders as much as he could off the bed.
Violently shaking, strung tight as a bow, he spoke in a voice hoarse and guttural from endless hours of screaming, “Evil mother fuckers! I'll fucking kill you all! Sadistic assholes! Go to hell, you bastards!”
“See how the demon comes forth! He's losing hold! We must pry him away from the child!”
They rushed him. A dozen hands swung down, heavy with crosses, and battered at his already blistered and oozing skin and muscle. The blows felt like hammers!
“Be gone, Satan, inventor and master of all deceit, enemy of man's salvation! Be humble under the mighty hand of God! Tremble and flee when we invoke the Holy and Terrible Name at which those down below tremble!”
Draco howled as he felt something crack and give way in his chest. Blood filled his throat. Terrified, near out of his mind with pain, his magic lashed out.
The hooded men slammed against the walls. The bed jerked one way and then the next, the metal screaming. The door to his prison shattered. Two men died as stakes of wood impaled one in the throat, another in the chest. Candles exploded in a burst of blinding, white fire, and then the room was plunged into darkness.
Weak, struggling to breathe, Draco choked out a hysterical laugh.
The men were screaming, yelling orders. Candles were relit. His arms were unchained and he was dragged off the bed nearly unconscious. He blacked out for a second as bones grated, then he was bent over a cold metal rim and plunged face first into a small tub of ice cold water.
24 hours
“From the snares of the devil, deliver us, O Lord. That Thy Church may serve Thee in peace and liberty, we ask Thee, hear us."
Harry gasped and choked as he wept dryly, too dehydrated to make tears. The room was filled with smoke. The scent stung his nose. Head pounding, barely conscious, he begged weakly, “... sorry Ack! …sorry cough please... wheeze!”
“Should we help?” a tentative voice asked as Harry struggled to breathe.
“Don't let the Devil deceive you!”
A man grabbed Harry's sweat-soaked hair and pulled his head off the bed, pain spasmed through his shoulders and neck. A photo was shoved into his face, close enough that Harry could see it fairly clearly, even as delirious as he was. It was an 8x10 photo of Draco, eyes closed, blond hair fanning out across the pillow under his head, pink lips slightly parted.
“Do you reject evil in all it's guises, boy?”
Harry, wheezing, stared at the picture desperately. Draco!
“Do you reject him? Do you reject the Devil?”
He flinched, but he couldn't look away. Draco was real! He was real!
“See the desire in his face! The Devil has him still!”
"Exorcizamus te, Omnis Immundus Spiritus, Omnis Satanica Potestas, Omnis Incursio Infernalis Adversarii, Omnis Congregatio et Secta Diabolica, Ergo Draco Maledicte, Ut Ecclesiam Tuam Servire, Tibi Facias Libertate Secura, Te Rogamus, Audi Nos!"
Three cups – three for the Trinity – of a purifying salt and vinegar concoction mixed with frankincense and myrrh was poured into Harry's mouth with a funnel. His eyes bugged. The liquid burned his mouth, tasting vile, but ducted tape was slammed across his lips before he could spew it out.
He went rigid in confused terror. Forced to swallow, it bounced immediately and vomit seared his sinuses and sprayed from his nose. He couldn’t breathe! His chains jerked and rattled as he thrashed with the last of his strength, fighting for life.
Sudden cracks exploded through the walls and ceiling, sounding like gun shots. The smoke-fogged room filled with dust as Harry, blind and terrified, slowly choked to death, his abdomen cramping and spasming from their toxic mixture.
The men continued to scream and thrust their crosses at him. "We exorcise you! Every impure spirit! Every satanic power! Every incursion of the infernal Devil, every congregation and diabolical sect, therefore you also, Cursed Dragon! So that your Church can serve Thee in secure liberty. We beseech Thee as we pray, hear us!"
“Ergo, Draco maledicte et omnis... legio diabolica, adiuramus te! Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii. Omnis legio! Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica!"
The door slammed open. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. The chanting stopped, but somehow the flood of words still echoed and echoed in Harry's brain as everything grew dark.
...“Draco maledicte et omnis...”
… Draco ...
…
Liam stepped over the bodies blindly, eyes only on Harry. He shoved his gun into the back of his pants, moving quickly to the battered child's side. He tore the tape from Harry's face and forced him onto his side as much as his chained arms and legs would allow. The boy's lips had gone blue, his face purple from suffocation.
Liam hit his back several times to help him expel the vomit. It smelled horrid, of vinegar and spicy herbs. Harry struggled desperately to clear his lungs, to take even one clear breath. Hacking and coughing, he fought to breathe, but it was clear he was utterly exhausted and only semi-conscious.
Liam curled close, putting his forehead to the child's, completely uncaring about the filth and blood. “I'm here, Harry. It's over. You're safe. I've got you, honey. It's okay now. That's it.” Eyes cold as death, he took in the horrific damage.
Sweat-soaked hair was plastered to Harry's head, making him look small and sickly. He had welts and bleeding lashes across his chest. Deep black-purple bruising covered his torso and spread up his arms and down his legs. His hands and ankles were swollen and discolored from the tight cuffs, looking nearly deformed. Urine and feces had soaked into the mattress and was smeared across the sheets. Liam could see the skin of Harry's thighs and genitals red and irritated with a rash from being left to lie in his own waste. Rosaries were corded around the child's arms and balls, tight enough to cut off circulation.
With shaking hands, Liam began to carefully unravel them. “I've got you, Harry. I'm here. I'm here.”
…
Drey and Jess knew Liam could handle himself and rushed toward the next room. The next door over was in tatters, and Drey barreled through hardly stopping, her combat boot shattering what was left. The muffled sound of Liam firing was echoed as she shot a man who stood at the foot of a twin bed. Blood splattered gorily against the wall of the chamber. The other – the one praying in the chair next to the bed – she held the gun steady, aimed dead center of his chest.
“Go!” she barked, voice a growl. Jess left her back, heading further down the hallway.
Tossing her tangled ponytail off her shoulder, Drey stepped further into the room, gun still trained on the man even as her eyes rested on the little boy lying broken in the bed.
Draco was unconscious and naked. The chains at the headboard and footboard lay loose and his arms rested gently at his sides, but the deep bruising around ankles and wrists told her that the cuffs hadn't always been empty. His torso looked like raw meat, like a package of steak at the grocery, oozing and bloody. It stank, like cooked meat, piss, and shit. It was a scene from Hell.
Pillows propped him up in an almost sitting position. His face was ghostly pale, lips and eyelids blue, his raw and disgusting chest hardly moved. One side was completely compressed, the other barely rose and fell. A steady trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, shockingly bright against his deathly white skin.
Drey looked in the eyes of the cloaked man and said calmly. “You're about to die. Anything to say, scum?” The heavy metal lock that hung from a thick chain and rested on her breasts felt even heavier as her finger rested on the trigger. She'd locked it there as a promise of vengeance to her younger brother, a promise to kill. Every life she took made it feel heavier.
Lifting his chin with haughty arrogance, the man looked her in the eye and had the balls to say, “We are the Scourers of Evil. The boy was possessed by the Devil and had to be cleansed.”
“You psychotic son of a bitch,” she whispered hatefully and pulled the trigger, shooting him in the chest.
The man gargled a scream as he collapsed backward, blood spraying outward. Drey hoped it took him several minutes to die, hoped he suffocated slowly, so that he felt a small portion of what Draco had endured at his hands.
Stepping close, she put her free hand protectively on Draco's head before spinning and sprinting from the room, yelling to Liam, “I'm calling an ambulance! I'll be back.”
…
Jess swung open the next door, quickly moving to the side and bracing her gun with both hands. The room was empty. She could hear screams coming from the last door in the hallway, and she took a deep breath before swinging it open. Three men had their backs to her. They were yelling Latin at a man chained against the wall. The poor bastard was screaming as a six-inch metal cross, heated until it glowed hot, was pressed into his skin.
They didn't even turn to face her, so caught up were they in their ritual. She shot two in the back of the head and the last in the forehead as he turned. The poor bastard hanging on the wall still screamed even though the brand was no longer pressing against his flesh.
His body was a canvas of torment. They had been at this awhile. Four crosses of red and blackened, gooey flesh went across his torso in a straight line at nipple height. Two more were seared into his skin one on top of the other under his throat and on his sternum. The last three completed the line going down his stomach so that the burns created a massive connect-the-dots cross.
Then there was his face. It was mutilated; the cheeks torn open and dribbling blood and spit, and she could see the white gleam of teeth through the rips, but that wasn't even the worst part. His face was in such a rictus of agony that he hardly looked human.
“Hey! Can you hear me?” She had no idea where to touch him without hurting him further, but she laid her hand atop his head. “It's over. It's over now. It's okay.”
Slowly the screams turned into weak sobbing. The man hung limp, unhearing. She left him reluctantly and searched the men on the floor. She finally found keys. Her head snapped up as she heard the scuff of feet on the floor only to relax as Liam appeared. She felt cold to her very core at his expression.
Voice completely flat and lacking any intonation, he said, “Need keys. Drey's calling an ambulance from upstairs.”
With a nod, she stood. “Help me with him first.”
Without a word, Liam came into the room and grabbed the man around the chest carefully, but the poor bastard still cried out in agony. Jess freed him and Liam lowered him to the floor, then she handed him the keys. He disappeared without another word.
“God help us,” she rasped, terror nearly stealing her breath.
She wanted to go to Harry and Draco with everything that was in her, but Liam said this guy was important. She couldn't leave him alone. What if something happened? What if he needed CPR and she wasn't there? Dammit! Lifting the man's head as gently as she could, she tried to force eye contact.
“Hey. Can you hear me? An ambulance is on the way. You're safe now.”
Understanding slowly trickled into his expression. Still crying, he lifted his hand and she grabbed it firmly. He tried to speak, but the rips in his cheeks made it difficult. She tried to sooth him, but he was insistent and became upset.
“Okay. Take it slow. What are you trying to say?” she asked, holding his eyes and trying to exude calm for his sake.
“Pock. Ket. Pans. Pock. Ket!”
“Hold on.”
She carefully lifted her hands away from his shoulders, making sure he wouldn't just tip over. There was nothing in this room. She quickly moved to the door. The empty room she'd passed earlier, it'd had food and other things in there. Maybe the man's clothes were being stored there, too.
After throwing open cupboards and tossing everything onto the floor in her desperate search, she found a bag of clothes. Draco's and Harry's clothes were there, too. As well as a ziplock of odds and ends: fancy silver pen, bubble gum wrapper, zoo ticket stub, watch, and wallet. She hurried back to the man with the bag with no idea why he needed it so badly. She found him lying on his side. It looked like he'd tried to crawl only to collapse.
Turning him over onto his back, she showed him the ziplock. “This what you need?”
“Pleez,” he begged desperately, pointing to his wallet.
She took the wallet out of the bag. Then she opened it for him, holding it up so he could see. She expected to see family pictures. Maybe the guy thought he was dying? Hell, maybe he was dying, and he just wanted to see his family one last time, but it was practically empty: drivers license, one credit card, and a business card. The man pointed weakly at the white business card.
She tugged it free and handed it to him. She could hear the sound of an ambulance coming closer. It'd be there in less than a minute. With violently trembling hands, the man tore the card in half. She was truly baffled. Maybe it was incriminating?
Before she could really react though, there was a series of two pops. Spinning on her knees, gun lifting as she aimed, she toppled sideways unconscious before she even saw her attacker.
…
Betty was a trouble maker. Everyone knew that. In fact, she was famous for it. That's why she got stuck with International Portkey security so often. But she'd lose hand's down to this British guy. She whistled as she took in the damage he'd suffered, the three dead Scourers, and the pretty Asian who'd clearly been rescuing him. And she was a looker. Even in the black pants, tight black sweater, and her hair pulled back into a severe bun, Betty could tell she was gorgeous.
“Who gets rescued by beautiful ninjas nowadays?” she demanded as she knelt by Lupin, carefully feeling for a pulse as she simultaneously cast basic Healing spells to stabilize him for Apparation. Her partner Jake stood guard above them, staff rooted to the ground as he shielded. “Let's get you out of here.”
“No. NO!” Lupin struggled weakly against her. His voice was wrecked. “Boys. Boys!”
Her eyes shot up to Jake and understanding passing in a quick second between them: He'd stand guard, she was better at offense.
Popping her gum, Betty moved fluidly to the doorway. Chanting, she pressed her hands to the wall. She sensed four people maybe? Definitely in different locations, though. She should be able to handle them, but she had to be quick. The sounds of the ambulance siren was blaring. They were about to be overrun by Muggles!
Sprinting into the hallway, keeping low, she passed an empty room that looked to have been ransacked. She heard people above her head. They were heading toward what looked like stairs at the end of the hallway. She rolled through an open doorway, debris catching her painfully in her back and ass, and she came up in a crouch with her wand ready.
A woman with fierce eyes wearing a corset and leather nearly shot her in the head. The bullet instead nicked Betty's shoulder. A quick wanded Stupify and the woman crumpled next to the bed. There were more dead Scourers and a naked, tortured little boy about to take his last breath.
She ran forward, pulled a metal barrette out of her hair, and licked it before putting it in the kid's limp hand. Two seconds later he was portkeyed into an emergency hospital bed. Those hairpins were to be used in emergency situations only, but this had been beyond that. Eyes watering from the smells in the room and feeling a little shocky at what she'd seen before the kid had disappeared, she hurried to the door.
Paramedics were already descending the stairs. She bolted into the next room over, ignored the startled shouts to “Stop!” and “We're here to help!”, and came upon more dead bodies and a man with a gun pointed right at her head. Another dying child lay in the bed behind him.
“I don't have time to explain, but that kid's going to die if you don't let me help him,” she told him honestly, staring into his eyes and keeping her hands raised.
He stared at her, expression empty. Just as a paramedic came into the room, he put the gun down and gave a sharp nod.
“What's the situation here?” the medic demanded.
Betty popped her gum and rushed toward the bed. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Is he alright?” she asked loudly, feigning hysterics to disguise the fact that she'd pulled her last hair pin from her hair, letting the heavy blond locks fall to her shoulders. Another wild arm movement and she ran her tongue along the cold metal pin and tossed it on the kid's battered and lacerated chest.
The gunman's blue eyes missed nothing and he put his hand over the hairpin just as her saliva dried and her last emergency portkey activated. They disappeared. She mentally winced. Her boss was going to just love that! Sending a Muggle to the magical hospital... She groaned. She was going to be made security forever!
As the paramedics freaked out, she stunned them all. Quickly, she set up a memory wipe, drawing runes on their foreheads with a gelatinous potion. “You walked in on a gun fight. You took cover. The shots ended and you found everyone dead.”
The runes absorbed into their skin, and she hurried back into the hallway. She levitated the woman in leather and towed her into the room with her partner, Remus, and the ninja girl. “Clear and clean!” she reported.
Jake released the shield. “What are we going to do with them?” he asked quietly.
Betty popped her gum. “Pretty sure they were the ones who killed the Scourers. Don't want them here getting in trouble for murder when they did us a favor.” She crouched and drew the memory rune on both of their heads with the last of her ointment. “You couldn't find who you were looking for, but you killed all of the people who'd held them here.”
The ointment absorbed into their skin and Betty stood with a grin. “Best I could do. They have a chance now.” She took one of Remus's arms. “Come on. Help me.”
They'd been partners for years, so it took only a moment to reach out with their magic and link. Together they pair-Apparated, bringing Lupin as a side-a-long with them to the hospital. Just as they dissapeared, Betty cast a wandless Ennervate to wake the women.
Usually it was impossible to side-a-long an unconscious wizard, but it was doable by linking. They were going to have one hell of a headache when they landed, though, but that might be for the best. Maybe her headache would be bad enough that she'd forget some of the things she'd seen. She just knew she was going to have nightmares for weeks after this.
Chapter end.
A/N: Please let me know what you think. It was a very hard chapter to write.
- 22
- 23
- 24
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Freedom Bound in Chains