Edge Of Gravity

Frightened blue eyes squinted into the moonlight, trying to ignore the magic pressing down on his chest. The change had taken Lupin, causing the surge of magic to shift within with cell. It was not drawn to the werewolf, as it was to his counterpart. Leaving his muggle body to be battered by it till dawn came. Body tingling more with every hour that passed; his lower back and shoulders already tender from the short amount of time.



He wasn’t sure which would be worst, killed by Lupin or magical exposure. A common torture method by several of the wizard guards; supernatural pressure bearing down till you submit to oblivion. Butchering organs, reflexes, and vision on its path; pain being your only cushion to death. Each guard’s wand had slain at least one in such a way, most of them having more then five filling their plate.



The moon had dragged it’s silvery glow across the cell, leaving him to bathe in it. Illumining the small freckles of crystal scattered across the cell ground; a reminder of the torture last week. Lupin had taken the brunt of the crystals, his skin ate away from muscle. Each guards face coloring with anticipation, till the crystals power faulted. They would of probably killed him, more thrilled about their new toy then following orders. A fact that made his stomach clench emptily.



Exhaustion fogged his mind, his arms throbbing from holding the stick at ready for so long. He couldn’t concentrate on the torments of last week, especially since this week’s experiments had not even taken place. The hours of dreamless sleep were useless if he allowed himself to linger on thoughts ahead or behind. Tonight had to be lived in the now, or else he would die by the light of tomorrow.



Dark sounds of licking, growling and slobber, dripping onto the puddle of drool already form on the ground. Metal clanks growing less, while the astute beast prepared for escape. For it was only a matter of five or six more violent pulls, and the blocks would release its wrath. A fact that the wolf probably already knew. It was waiting for the moment, the second when he was to weak to protect himself.



It would jump on him from the shadows with no warning, ripping out his throat. Of course, if the hunger of the animal was robust enough he would not even have the pleasure of a quick death. Devouring him from the meatiest part of his body, till he either bleed out or the creature got tired of his crying.



The helplessness reminding him of times seeming more a lifetime ago, rather then the fleeting four years. The screaming that would echo through his mind, sobs of begging for life, and the finality of flesh hitting carpet. His mind only uncasing the memories when weakness devoured his soul.



Lupin had been his savor that night, pulling his pathetically crushed body away. He wouldn’t have survived, finding his fate with his mother and father. Only a memory, a lump lying on a expensive Persian rug.



Remus had took care of him, cradling him in warmth till he found his voice again. Forcing food into his mouth, bathing away the bed grime, making it okay that he didn’t die. He was his sanity, his rock, and his only family. The only thing he lived for anymore.