Thread: Adderstrike(HP)Church/Moon

The sound of Harry's voice brought him to the surface of consciousness, fighting hard to keep himself there to try and hear what he was saying. Even laying there beat up Blake was still willing to argue and come back with some smart ass remark. ' Yes Harry, its my fault that I find out you kill my mother and didn't know there were Auror's at her apartment. I should have been more prepared. I'll work on that next time. ' An eyeroll would have accompanied the words had he been able to but he knew Harry was just upset and worried about him, which touched him greatly. After Harry had mentioned it Blake seemed to recall a man who had come in a couple times to speak to his mother, she had called him Zach. Why hadn't he ever remembered that? He had always loved when Zach came over because he was always so nice and would talk to him like he was important and special. Only Harry would be able to turn his rage at the boy into guilt. He wished he could wake up and say something to him, but he was getting up now ' Harry wait! Don't leave me here. ' With the silence he was sucked back into darkness and moments together with Zach. Times when they would just sit by each other and talk about nothing and everything at the same time. Two moments especially stuck in his mind, one was when Zach was explaining the Imperius curse, what it looked like and what it felt like. He had always assumed that he was just guessing but what if he actually knew? He always seemed so somber when he spoke about it, as if he were ashamed of something. The second was the code. Zach had taught him a code, playing with letters and numbers to say one thing but mean something else entirely. They used it all the time, whether they were apart or together so Blake would know it inside and out, whether Zach was there or not. Hours later, around two or three in the morning Blake's eyes opened and he started moving. His hands pushed away the blankets on him and he rolled onto his side, kicking his legs over the side of the bed. The man looking after him kept telling him where he was and that he needed to relax I know where I'm fucking at you dumbass, I need the journals his voice was rough with non-use, and he kept pushing at the man even though he was weak now. The doctor didn't know what to do, usually he would just put them to sleep and wait for him to wake up when they were calm but this one was special with how much time Harry had spent by his side. I need the journals, need them the doctor shook his head and yelled out to a woman go tell Harry he's awake and keeps asking about journals, he's still interrogating Lupin. That was really the only reason he would leave Blake was to go torture more information from the wolf. Remus had been shocked to find out that he wouldn't be going to Azkaban along with another woman. Who could have pulled strings this big to get a judge to overlook this ? Normally he would be relieved but there was something not right about this situation and when he stepped outside he found out why. He looked at the man next to him, so this is where he had been when he'd been missing for so long. He didn't like the man but right now they were in the same position. He didn't have to wait long before someone came in the room. He couldn't see anything but a figure until the man stepped into the light, looking surprised at finding Harry there. Harry Potter? What do you want with me? He asked the man, not knowing what he could even tell him that he wouldn't know if he were the King of Adderstrike. They seemed to find out everything, they must have a double agent feeding them information. He'd have to look for them when, if, he got out of here. Harry, someone was sent to your house every year to make sure you were being taken care of and they brought you a birthday gift. They always came back saying you were find and growing up well, now to think of it, it seemed like their answers were too perfect, like magic was making them say that whenever someone mentioned you he said, thinking back. Why hadn't any of them thought it was strange and went to check themselves? Who would want for Harry to suffer so much as a child? Nevertheless, he knew the boy wasn't one for talking, he knew that much, especially after looking at Severus. It was going to be a long night, that was for sure. What Remus was really confused about was why Harry wanted him . There were plenty of others privy to more information than he who could take less pain than him. A while later a young woman came to the edge of the room Sir, the boy has woken and keeps going on about some journal and won't be calmed. Would you like for the doctor to put him to sleep again? she asked timidly. Harry's temper was mercurial. One moment he could be so gentle and soft and the next he could slice you open without blinking and you never knew which you would get with him. It was generally accepted that you didn't interrupt him when he was interrogating but this was a special circumstance, otherwise he would be disturbed until he was done and had been fed something since the sessions generally lasted hours if not longer.