Fire in the Night
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Adult ++
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3
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Trees are not Good Beds
Crushing darkness.
Seamus struggled as the pressure increased. He was nowhere, and everywhere. There was no direction. He was drifting, forever, and there was no way out.
Merlin, why had he even tried to do this? Why had he even thought he could do it?
There had to be reality, somewhere. Seamus clung to the thought, and moved towards it. There had to be a place where he could leave the darkness, because otherwise how could he have entered it?
He fumbled around with one hand, and felt a hint of emptiness.
He pushed forward.
And then there was light, and falling, and sharp, pummelling wood.
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Dean blinked as he slowly woke up.
He was lying on his back, but he wasn't sure what he was lying on. It felt rather odd, as though there were gaps in the frame. There was also a searing pain in his shoulder, and his side felt wet.
Carefully, Dean turned his head to the left and looked at his shoulder.
He closed his eyes.
So that was what had happened. He felt more than a little sick. His stomach tightened. Fortunately, he had nothing to throw up.
Dean quickly realised that focusing on his missing arm would not be very productive, especially if the Death Eaters were around. Blinking away tears, he looked up, and saw branches. He looked around, and saw more branches. He also saw Seamus, slumped between two branches against the trunk of the tree, his eyes half-closed.
"Seamus?"
Seamus looked up, his face a mask of exhaustion. "Hey, Dean."
"Where are we, mate?" Dean asked. They surely hadn't been ten feet up in a tree last night, had they?
Seamus shook his head. "I don't know. A forest somewhere, but I've no idea which. How's your arm?"
Dean grimaced. "Hurts like hellfire."
"You were bleeding a lot," Seamus said, and Dean saw a hint of old fear in his face. "There was blood everywhere. I tried a Blood-Suppression spell, but I don't nkow how well it worked."
"I'm alive, anyway," Dean said, and frowned. "Hey --you cast a spell? But --"
"I got our wands," Seamus said, holding them up. "Lucky."
"Very," Dean agreed. "How'd we get here?"
"I...well, you looked awful, and I had a wand, and I thought, 'Why not?' so I grabbedd you and...I tried to Apparate."
Dean felt a pang of alarm. "But we haven't learned to Apparate."
"I know. I nearly killed us doing it, I could barely think to patch you up. I'm not even sure what I did. I think I must've tried to throw us halfway across the country using magic ithout knowing how. It worked, anyway."
Dean shook his head mutely. He'd heard of odd things happening when a wizard used magic instinctively. He himself had once ended up on top of a building with no idea how he got there. But to drag two people away from Death Eaters...
Dean glanced over his shoulder.
It was impressive. But they were still both ten feet up in a tree.
Seamus struggled as the pressure increased. He was nowhere, and everywhere. There was no direction. He was drifting, forever, and there was no way out.
Merlin, why had he even tried to do this? Why had he even thought he could do it?
There had to be reality, somewhere. Seamus clung to the thought, and moved towards it. There had to be a place where he could leave the darkness, because otherwise how could he have entered it?
He fumbled around with one hand, and felt a hint of emptiness.
He pushed forward.
And then there was light, and falling, and sharp, pummelling wood.
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Dean blinked as he slowly woke up.
He was lying on his back, but he wasn't sure what he was lying on. It felt rather odd, as though there were gaps in the frame. There was also a searing pain in his shoulder, and his side felt wet.
Carefully, Dean turned his head to the left and looked at his shoulder.
He closed his eyes.
So that was what had happened. He felt more than a little sick. His stomach tightened. Fortunately, he had nothing to throw up.
Dean quickly realised that focusing on his missing arm would not be very productive, especially if the Death Eaters were around. Blinking away tears, he looked up, and saw branches. He looked around, and saw more branches. He also saw Seamus, slumped between two branches against the trunk of the tree, his eyes half-closed.
"Seamus?"
Seamus looked up, his face a mask of exhaustion. "Hey, Dean."
"Where are we, mate?" Dean asked. They surely hadn't been ten feet up in a tree last night, had they?
Seamus shook his head. "I don't know. A forest somewhere, but I've no idea which. How's your arm?"
Dean grimaced. "Hurts like hellfire."
"You were bleeding a lot," Seamus said, and Dean saw a hint of old fear in his face. "There was blood everywhere. I tried a Blood-Suppression spell, but I don't nkow how well it worked."
"I'm alive, anyway," Dean said, and frowned. "Hey --you cast a spell? But --"
"I got our wands," Seamus said, holding them up. "Lucky."
"Very," Dean agreed. "How'd we get here?"
"I...well, you looked awful, and I had a wand, and I thought, 'Why not?' so I grabbedd you and...I tried to Apparate."
Dean felt a pang of alarm. "But we haven't learned to Apparate."
"I know. I nearly killed us doing it, I could barely think to patch you up. I'm not even sure what I did. I think I must've tried to throw us halfway across the country using magic ithout knowing how. It worked, anyway."
Dean shook his head mutely. He'd heard of odd things happening when a wizard used magic instinctively. He himself had once ended up on top of a building with no idea how he got there. But to drag two people away from Death Eaters...
Dean glanced over his shoulder.
It was impressive. But they were still both ten feet up in a tree.