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Tweak says, "Asbestos Fest"

_withoutacause (_withoutacause) wrote,
@ 2012-03-03 09:23:00

Entry tags:

peter pettigrew, remus lupin, sirius black

Who: Sirius, Peter, and Remus
What: Someone needs to stop him from making a really bad decision
When: ...... Before Lily comes back, I think? Not totally sure of the timeline atm
Where: Empty Potions Classroom
Rating: PG 13 for self harm
Status: Incomplete

Cut my life into pieces, this is my last

Sirius locked the door behind him, the satisfying snick signifying that he was finally alone. He could do this here, undisturbed. No one would ever look for him in the Dungeons. He hands were trembling, the wand clutched in his right unsteady but sure. He didn't have a choice anymore, not after what he did to Lily. It could be Peter he hurt next, or James, or Merlin no Remus. He wasn't safe. This was the best option, for everyone.

He placed the tip of his wand at the crook of his elbow and muttered a slicing charm, dragging it up till it sliced through the delicate artery in his wrist. He could see the blood pumping out, but he couldn't feel any pain. He was both relieved and dissapointed by that, he desereved to suffer.

He felt vaguely sorry for Filch, who was no doubt going to have to clean up after him. Oh well, it would be his last prank on the surley caretaker. One last big joke. He liked that idea.

He raised his wand, now suddenly very steady, and placed the tip against his other arm. Blood ran down it's length, but he ignored it. One more cut and he wouldn't be a danger anymore.

I'm sorry Moony.

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__wormy
2012-03-07 10:52 pm UTC (link)

Rather then dwell on the matter further, and let himself stop and over think what had happened -- to worry all over again, break down and cry fully...-- Peter rubbed against his eyes, forgetting the dried blood there, forgetting, momentarily, that he was within sight range of his friends.

Peter was always the weakest of the four, however he had tried not to show it too much. Right now, he couldn't be arsed to care.

Swallowing, he took a step back, moved away and tugged his blanket free from his bed. Bringing it back over to Sirius and Remus, he pushed it onto his hurt friend, cover a slight portion of Remus' lap as well, from their close position.

Warmth seemed to help during Remus' full moon cycles, and pain was pain.... Peter only assumed it would help with this too.

When he spoke, his words were directed to Remus, rather then Sirius. "D--do you think, he'll be...alright?"

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