Love and Understanding
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,049
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Love and Understanding
Author: Aurora Braelin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Aurora is beaten in the line of duty and is taken to St. Mungos where she is care for by someone she had once rejected.
Disclaimer: Anything Harry Potter is not mine. other characters from Virtual Hogwarts also are not mine except for Aurora Braelin. Spells taken from DE/Dueling spells list from Virtual Hogwarts as well.
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Everything was dark. All dark. Just black. A void. Empty. There were voices echoing in all directions, yelling different things that it was hard to make out what was being said, what was directed to her and what wasn’t. She remembered a little bit before this darkness enveloped her. She remembered the pain coursing through her body while under the Cruciatus Curse.
The pain is unimaginable, but this wasn’t the first time she had been caught of guard with it. She had a funny feeling it wouldn’t be the last. The curse never relented. Her brain felt like it was exploding and being poked with a white, hot fire poker right in her very core and spreading in all directions through her body.
She had been writhing on the ground, collecting dirt, shooting it away absently. She gave a distant cry but there was no one to help. In a deserted forest in London, the fight for her very life was at hand and she was losing – losing her mind, faith and the very essence that was her soul.
They had been cutting her open with magic. Tearing apart her veins. Holding her to the ground while she twitched uncontrollably in an attempt to escape the invisible blinding pain that moved through her because of a curse unforgivable. She cried out as deep cuts appeared on her chest and stomach. Blood seeped out and stained her sky blue robes – official wear for the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic.
Her neck was twisting, her breath was slowing and her chest constricting. She didn’t think she could hold on to her life. “Obscondo Acies,” was said and her vision turned to darkness, a void with only pain. She vaguely remembered the confundus charm, but she couldn’t be sure. These Dark Lord followers were pulling out all the stops, desperate to put an end to Aurora Braelin, Auror for the Ministry of Magic and the one with all the evidence to send them away to Azkaban for life.
She was confused. Was she feeling pain? Or was she floating outside her body now? It felt like both, she realized as she crawled away in an attempt to save her life. She looked up, but saw nothing. If only someone were there. Help. She should call for help.
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out aside from a whimper and a pitched scratching sound her throat made as slowly, the air was being choked out of her. So painful. She crawled, her hands pulling her broken legs. She clawed the dirt; now was not a time to be worried about her nails, which she just got done yesterday.
Help.
She let out a low groan as the air was returning to her, mixed with airborne dust. She coughed, overwhelmed that her silent cry for air had been granted, but still twitched under the Cruciatus Curse.
The two men behind her were cheering each other on. She could feel the vibrations along the ground as one stepped closer to her, laughing as she continued trying to crawl away. “Incendio!”
On the ground by her arm, fire erupted and she flinched, rolling away, only to find more fire on that side, too. Every few inches she crawled, more fire grazed and burned her arms. She cried out, but there was no voice in her. She couldn’t think anymore. Stop, drop and roll? Was she standing? She stopped and curled up as the fire burned next to her. Get away, get away, she silently cried.
Unknown tears streamed down her face leaving wet tracks along her dirty cheeks. So much blood, she could feel it on her. Her robes clung to her. Her sleeve caught fire, but instantly, it was put out with water from somewhere. “I’m bored,” she heard. Who was bored? She couldn’t remember. “Let’s just kill her.” Kill who? Me? What’d I ever do?
Do I know who I am? Aur….Brae…wha?
It was coming down to whether or not she could remember who she was. She was becoming numb and the fun was taken out of their game. The curse was lifted and Aurora let out a sigh of relief that didn’t please her captors any. She felt a blow to her stomach. The fine Italian boot came away with blood all over, which angered the man severely. Several more blows came in quick succession, but she didn’t know if it was from one man or both. Some felt like they hit impossibly at the same time.
She groaned and felt a different kind of darkness gracing her. Unconsciousness. Finally. She welcomed it. Before she drifted off, she heard muffled voices that were familiar to her somehow.
Let this night end.
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She awoke to the feeling of being moved around. Painfully so. Whoever was moving her needed to stop. Now. Stop. Stop now! Stop! She groaned and then it happened. They stopped. She was lying on something more comfortable that the forest ground. A bed? She looked around but remembered instantly she was blind. “Aurora!”
Someone was calling her. It was a voice she didn’t recognize. She felt exhausted and just wanted to curl up, but nothing was ever so easy. “Aurora! How many fingers – fingers – fingers – fingers…” it was like an echo continuing on in her mind. She winced at how loud it was and was vaguely aware that there were people standing all around her now. Go away, she thought. “…am I holding up – up – up – up?”
She tried to lift a hand to her temple, to rub the headache out of her, but it hurt too much to do that. Her hand didn’t exactly feel normal anymore. Her multicolored eyes opened, but they saw nothing. “She’s unresponsive,” she later heard someone exclaim. “Keep her moving – moving – moving.”
Shut up! It was all she could really do. Think and will these people to shut up and give her a moments peace to come to terms with what happened to her. Her breathing hitched in her throat and her heart stopped.
“She’s flat-lined!” was the last thing she heard.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Aurora is beaten in the line of duty and is taken to St. Mungos where she is care for by someone she had once rejected.
Disclaimer: Anything Harry Potter is not mine. other characters from Virtual Hogwarts also are not mine except for Aurora Braelin. Spells taken from DE/Dueling spells list from Virtual Hogwarts as well.
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Everything was dark. All dark. Just black. A void. Empty. There were voices echoing in all directions, yelling different things that it was hard to make out what was being said, what was directed to her and what wasn’t. She remembered a little bit before this darkness enveloped her. She remembered the pain coursing through her body while under the Cruciatus Curse.
The pain is unimaginable, but this wasn’t the first time she had been caught of guard with it. She had a funny feeling it wouldn’t be the last. The curse never relented. Her brain felt like it was exploding and being poked with a white, hot fire poker right in her very core and spreading in all directions through her body.
She had been writhing on the ground, collecting dirt, shooting it away absently. She gave a distant cry but there was no one to help. In a deserted forest in London, the fight for her very life was at hand and she was losing – losing her mind, faith and the very essence that was her soul.
They had been cutting her open with magic. Tearing apart her veins. Holding her to the ground while she twitched uncontrollably in an attempt to escape the invisible blinding pain that moved through her because of a curse unforgivable. She cried out as deep cuts appeared on her chest and stomach. Blood seeped out and stained her sky blue robes – official wear for the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic.
Her neck was twisting, her breath was slowing and her chest constricting. She didn’t think she could hold on to her life. “Obscondo Acies,” was said and her vision turned to darkness, a void with only pain. She vaguely remembered the confundus charm, but she couldn’t be sure. These Dark Lord followers were pulling out all the stops, desperate to put an end to Aurora Braelin, Auror for the Ministry of Magic and the one with all the evidence to send them away to Azkaban for life.
She was confused. Was she feeling pain? Or was she floating outside her body now? It felt like both, she realized as she crawled away in an attempt to save her life. She looked up, but saw nothing. If only someone were there. Help. She should call for help.
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out aside from a whimper and a pitched scratching sound her throat made as slowly, the air was being choked out of her. So painful. She crawled, her hands pulling her broken legs. She clawed the dirt; now was not a time to be worried about her nails, which she just got done yesterday.
Help.
She let out a low groan as the air was returning to her, mixed with airborne dust. She coughed, overwhelmed that her silent cry for air had been granted, but still twitched under the Cruciatus Curse.
The two men behind her were cheering each other on. She could feel the vibrations along the ground as one stepped closer to her, laughing as she continued trying to crawl away. “Incendio!”
On the ground by her arm, fire erupted and she flinched, rolling away, only to find more fire on that side, too. Every few inches she crawled, more fire grazed and burned her arms. She cried out, but there was no voice in her. She couldn’t think anymore. Stop, drop and roll? Was she standing? She stopped and curled up as the fire burned next to her. Get away, get away, she silently cried.
Unknown tears streamed down her face leaving wet tracks along her dirty cheeks. So much blood, she could feel it on her. Her robes clung to her. Her sleeve caught fire, but instantly, it was put out with water from somewhere. “I’m bored,” she heard. Who was bored? She couldn’t remember. “Let’s just kill her.” Kill who? Me? What’d I ever do?
Do I know who I am? Aur….Brae…wha?
It was coming down to whether or not she could remember who she was. She was becoming numb and the fun was taken out of their game. The curse was lifted and Aurora let out a sigh of relief that didn’t please her captors any. She felt a blow to her stomach. The fine Italian boot came away with blood all over, which angered the man severely. Several more blows came in quick succession, but she didn’t know if it was from one man or both. Some felt like they hit impossibly at the same time.
She groaned and felt a different kind of darkness gracing her. Unconsciousness. Finally. She welcomed it. Before she drifted off, she heard muffled voices that were familiar to her somehow.
Let this night end.
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She awoke to the feeling of being moved around. Painfully so. Whoever was moving her needed to stop. Now. Stop. Stop now! Stop! She groaned and then it happened. They stopped. She was lying on something more comfortable that the forest ground. A bed? She looked around but remembered instantly she was blind. “Aurora!”
Someone was calling her. It was a voice she didn’t recognize. She felt exhausted and just wanted to curl up, but nothing was ever so easy. “Aurora! How many fingers – fingers – fingers – fingers…” it was like an echo continuing on in her mind. She winced at how loud it was and was vaguely aware that there were people standing all around her now. Go away, she thought. “…am I holding up – up – up – up?”
She tried to lift a hand to her temple, to rub the headache out of her, but it hurt too much to do that. Her hand didn’t exactly feel normal anymore. Her multicolored eyes opened, but they saw nothing. “She’s unresponsive,” she later heard someone exclaim. “Keep her moving – moving – moving.”
Shut up! It was all she could really do. Think and will these people to shut up and give her a moments peace to come to terms with what happened to her. Her breathing hitched in her throat and her heart stopped.
“She’s flat-lined!” was the last thing she heard.