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[lameutedemccall]

Scott lay motionless on his bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling of his bedroom even though he didn’t particularly see much at the moment. He was exhausted, weak and worn out, as had been the plan of his captors. How long exactly he’d been in their grasp, he had no idea, he just knew it had felt like eternity and at one point he had been certain he would die there, chained to their wall. 

When he’d seen the glowing eyes of his fellow werewolves, and heard Chris’ voice calling out to him, he had been certain it was a dream, an illusion his mind had come up with to ease his pain, maybe even ease his passing on. He hadn’t expected the chains to be taken of his wrists, the wires to be disconnected and Chris to carry him home to his mother, even if by the time they got there he had already passed out again. 

A soft growl left his lips at the stinging of the spell Lyra cast on him. “I-it’s fine ...” He muttered softly, his voice hoarse. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply before coughing violently. “F-fuck!”

Recovery

@lameutedemccall

The state the young man was in was awful. Despite seeing several victims of torture before him, Lyra still empathised and felt terribly for him. It made her stomach churn as her wand worked over him, slowly addressing each wound.

He had been found the day prior, but she was only one healer. She had tried her best to stitch him up, keeping his condition at the very least stable. At least now he was conscious and able to tell them what happened but before that, Lyra still needed to heal him.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, “I know it hurts. I’ve run out of pain relieving potion. You’re doing so well.”

[tenaciousxtainted]

🧥 be found wearing your muse’s sweater/coat/article of clothing

“  Why are you wearing my sweatshirt?  ” 

Silver eye’s laced with a bruised blue galaxy lingered on the green and white no-maj university sweatshirt. The letters M S U aged and cracked. 

“  I’ve been looking for that all week.  “

[tenaciousxtainted]

“  Euryphaessa do you kiss your Mom with that mouth?! Santa puts kids on the Naughty List for cursing, and frankly you've got a mouth like a Sailor! Naughty List for you.  ”

”  Considering I got this mouth from her, she never minded. So, fuck you and your stupid fucking list  ” 

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During the war, when Meddy is stuck at the manor, stuck running death eater errands, and completely lost in the darkness of it all Lyra is one of the few she seeks comfort in, who keeps her from losing herself completely. Their relationship isn’t a maternal one, it’s more like sisters – a mentor.

[blueeyedslytherin]

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a familiar new home

Lyra was sat in an interrogation room, head on the cold metal desk, staring at the door, waiting for it to open again.

She had been there all night, slept there on the floor with a blanket thrown over her whilst the aurora discussed what to do with her just beyond that door. They had interrogated her, ask her questions about exactly what her parents were doing, why they tortured the Longbottom couple, but Lyra refused to answer. It wasn’t until she had taken their food and drink laced with Veritaserum that she began to spill all the secrets. She had done so reluctantly, crying and trying to resist the potion but failing.

Her face was red and puffy from crying all night, knowing that she might never see her parents again. Who knew what’d happen to her now?

The door open and Lyra shot up as she saw her Aunt standing there.

@blueeyedslytherin

     Interrogating a child?! Were they out of their minds? She had been at home with her husband when they recieved work by owl from another supporter of The Dark Lord that Bellatrix and Rodolphus had been captured by Aurors from The Ministry. Her heart had instantly stopped, she had screamed as Lucius read her the letter. Bellatrix was the closest person in the world to her, was the only sister she had left, and she had been taken. How could this have happened? Bella was never sloppy, neither wad Rod for that matter. It didn’t matter how it had happened, what mattered was that it happened. And what mattered even more was the part of the letter that mentioned her niece had been brought in for questioning. 

     Voldemort himself would not have been able to stop Narcissa from finding her niece in the state that she was in. She had burst into The Ministry like she might kill everyone in sight, very much a mother on a war path. Lucius was sprinting after her in an attempt to catch up with her quick pace. She would leave the logistics to him, but either way she was taking Lyra home and that was the end of it. 

     When she found out what room they were keeping Lyra in she pushed by the Auror at the door who tried to stop her, physically pushing him out of her way with more strength than she knew she had. She ripped the door open to find her niece sitting at a table, obvious having been crying, and her heart sank. “Lyra” she said, rushing over to the table and dropping to her knees beside her niece and wrapping her in a tight hug without hesitation.