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A night that will live in infamy
Jan. 17th, 2022 07:27 pmThe war has been slowly raging, building so the point it is nearly reaching the muggle world. But that night, something wasn't right. The pall of magic hung heavy over the city, almost like a darkness that those that knew magic could sense. And that night, as they made their way through the darkness of London, Remus was sure he could see it.
Blotchy and viscous, almost as if it is reaching out for them. Overhead the moon was but a waxing crescent, not that he needed to look to know. He knew exactly how many days from the last moon, and how many to the next.
Nothing was right in the world after they had felt that blast of magic that was unlike anything they had ever known, and they were moving so fast to get to the Potter house. Something was wrong and they had to get to their friends and their son.
Coming up the lane, Remus kept pace with Sirius' long legged gait, feeling almost dwarfed by the energy radiating off of the other wizard. Sirius paused at the gate, pushing it open for Remus. Glancing back to watch that no one was following them as Remus headed up the path and through the open door.
The entire room felt like it was radiated, heat and magic swirling in the very air. Acidic and cold at the same time, and he nearly gagged. For a moment his eyes couldn't even make sense of everything before him.
James laying on his back, eyes open and unseeing and his usually smiling face caught in a moment of terror so raw it hurt to see. There's a flash of red behind the black, hunched figure as Harry screams from his crib, reaching for his mother. His mother who was obviously dead, being held by that slimy git.
Remus didn't even think, drawing his wand and jabbing it toward the other wizard. "Stupefy!"
In his grief Snape didn't even know they were there, slumping over with Lily still in his arms.
Blotchy and viscous, almost as if it is reaching out for them. Overhead the moon was but a waxing crescent, not that he needed to look to know. He knew exactly how many days from the last moon, and how many to the next.
Nothing was right in the world after they had felt that blast of magic that was unlike anything they had ever known, and they were moving so fast to get to the Potter house. Something was wrong and they had to get to their friends and their son.
Coming up the lane, Remus kept pace with Sirius' long legged gait, feeling almost dwarfed by the energy radiating off of the other wizard. Sirius paused at the gate, pushing it open for Remus. Glancing back to watch that no one was following them as Remus headed up the path and through the open door.
The entire room felt like it was radiated, heat and magic swirling in the very air. Acidic and cold at the same time, and he nearly gagged. For a moment his eyes couldn't even make sense of everything before him.
James laying on his back, eyes open and unseeing and his usually smiling face caught in a moment of terror so raw it hurt to see. There's a flash of red behind the black, hunched figure as Harry screams from his crib, reaching for his mother. His mother who was obviously dead, being held by that slimy git.
Remus didn't even think, drawing his wand and jabbing it toward the other wizard. "Stupefy!"
In his grief Snape didn't even know they were there, slumping over with Lily still in his arms.
