Thread: Adderstrike(HP)Church/Moon

Lupin watched the knife appear, watching it warily. He had thought they were getting along just fine, Remus hadn't lied to the boy about anything so far. I wouldn't expect for any of you to want to become part of our world. I personally wouldn't want to be in their system if I didn't have to be so I push the boundaries a bit, especially with the werewolf bit, the ministry isn't much a fan of that he admitted to the boy. He stiffened a bit as Harry came closer, expecting something much worse than what he got. Sighing, his arms fell forward, his muscles complaining from the extended awkward angle they had been in. His fingers rubbed at the creases where the ropes had been, all the while looking at the golden boy. I'm sure they'll be more than willing to come and talk to you he told him, especially now that they knew the King of Adderstrike was none other than Harry Potter himself. There would be no need. They do not authorize our movements and we do not answer to them. I assume there are many who pretend we don't exist for their own peace of mind he said, thinking of no reason good enough to tell the ministry about the group and their children who were being raised just fine. I'll have to talk them into giving them up but sense we've had no luck deciphering them and you know someone who can I'm sure they'll compromise. They would probably like to know the contents of the journals in case something is relevant in solving things of our own. Lupin glanced down as the binds were broken around his calves, waiting until it was clear he was done directly speaking to him, moving towards the door when he heard the boy speak again of course, Harry he responded, though the boy was already moving away from him. Remus tried nothing as he was walked out of the building, stepping out and the door slamming shut behind him. Pleasant lot they are the man muttered under his breath as he began walking, needing to know where this place was at so that he could apparate there later with the Order to meet with the King again as he had requested. The fact that Harry was still alive and breathing was astounding in itself, and not only was he alive but the King of an underground society for misplaced and mistreated children, taking care of the ones their society would rather forget about than try to help. Blake smiled as Harry came in, sitting up a bit straighter and pulling his legs in closer to his torso. Pretty good, I didn't sleep much last night, kept having nightmares. He said simply, tearing off a piece of toast and putting it into his mouth, laughing a little at Harry's straightforwardness. Alright, no small talk this morning then he teased, looking up at the other as he started talking about Zach not being alone, something he figured from the beginning. A look of recognition passed on his face and he ran a hand through his hair hand me that journal right there, careful, no. over one, down. Yeah, that one! He took the journal and started flipping through it as he began talking about Remus, glancing up at him and shaking his head at the others attitude about the whole thing. Wait....why do I have to be hidden away? I want to talk to them to. I actually know what are in these he countered, closing the book and looking at Harry sternly as he was told he would be on the sidelines for this one. What are they going to do Harry? They're in your territory and I'll be in a wheelchair or something so they'll feel bad for the cripple. And you'll be there. They wouldn't do anything against you he told him, simply trying to convince him to give Blake his way. I might have found something. It depends he said stubbornly, looking into the green eyes with piercing blue. I guess you'll never know he added, putting a grape into his mouth and opening the journal again to the page he had just been at, reading with obvious understanding of what was on the page, just to irritate him. Blake may have been in pain but he still knew what he wanted and how to get it. It wasn't that he wanted to defy Harry, he just wanted to hear first-hand what was going on without having to have it relayed to him through Harry. If he had a decent reason as to why it would actually be bad for him to be there then he would be much more accepting of the situation and Harry's wishes. Well, Josiah is mentioned a couple times in this one, which is the first time he comes up. This is the third journal by the way. It really just mentions that he had just met the man and that he seemed to be somewhat of an extremest and didn't have very good coping skills when things didn't go exactly his way. ' Josiah went on for an hour about the fact that Remus hadn't let him go out looking for one of Grindelwald's followers. He's obsessed with the man. I swear he spends all his time reading and re-reading those papers on him, looking for a possibility that he could be alive and the Aurors had just missed him.... ' it keeps going a little from there but isn't really relevant. He knew the name Grindelwald because Harry had mentioned it and he knew the initials from Zach's things so figured that was slightly important. He ate a little more of the bread and a bite of ham, not really hungry from the constant pain he was in. He had gotten used to it by this point, it was bearable until he tried to really do something, like get out of his bed to move the journals around so the doctor had taught him how to move things gently so he wouldn't have to get up anymore. Blake had been biting his lip nervously for a few moments before speaking Harry? What am I supposed to do when we've figured this out? I've been with him for so long and doing this...it makes me feel like he's still around. What happens when it's over and he's really gone? His voice cracked on the last syllable from the tears that were waiting to explode from him. He hadn't really let himself think about the 'what-ifs' and he certainly wasn't going to show any kind of emotion before he had come, and it was only because of Harry that he was doing it now. He didn't know what it was about him, maybe his connection to Zach or the fact that he had literally saved him, but he felt so safe around him and he clung to it like it was air, not knowing if he could even handle being without it. Blake sniffed and wiped his eyes hastily, refusing even now to let himself dwell on those thoughts, knowing Zach would be pissed that he was sitting there crying like a baby instead of solving the puzzle that he had given him. Um, thanks for the food Harry he said softly though he hadn't really eaten much of it. Oh, Harry, who is Voldemort? he asked, remembering the name mentioned a couple times but not knowing who it was Zach was talking about. Honestly, for how long Zach had been with him he should have given Blake at least a short history of the wizarding world, at least a current history. Harry stayed a little while longer before he had to leave and keep up with his duties of being King and though Blake would have preferred him stay longer he understood why he couldn't. About half an hour after he left the twins came back Hey Blake! we brought another friend, do you care if he comes in? Blake thought it would just be another kid so he said he didn't care, a boy walking in about his age, maybe a couple years older, tall, blonde with grey blue eyes and dazzlingly attractive. Hi he squeaked out, blushing in emarrassment as the twins giggled and ran off. I think they just set me up he said, though he sounded fond of them, glad that his voice didn't betray him that time. Yes, just a little bit, I'm a little ashamed I let them do it, to be honest he said, smiling a brilliantly white smile. This man was beautiful, why was he even talking to him? They're mine actually, my brothers that is he corrected quickly I'm James, they were really excited that they got to talk to you, I could barely get them to go to sleep because they couldn't get over it he said fondly. Thanks, I hope they didn't bother you too much he said, Blake shaking his head No, they were fine. They're really cute he added, a little saddened by the fact that he was only coming to apologize for his kid brothers. It doesn't bother me really, they treat me like a superhero or something, makes me feel a little better about getting my ass handed to me he laughed lightly, earning a light laugh from the other as well. Who can blame you? They were grown men, it was unfair, Azkaban was too light a punishment he said, leaning on the bed just a little. James ended up staying there most of the day talking to him, the two laughing and just talking about random stuff, actually really enjoying not talking about anything that mattered for once. James stayed until Harry came back again in the evening, the blonde standing when Harry came into the room, making a slight bend at his waist before smiling at Blake and walking out. A light blush spread across his cheeks as he looked at Harry, trying not to feel guilty about having someone in his room. Why should he? It wasn't like they were doing anything, James probably had just gotten bored talking to the same people all the time and his brothers so he came to talk to him for a little while, probably also figuring since that Blake didn't know anyone he wouldn't have anyone to come and talk to him, because he wouldn't be talking to anyone unless Harry didn't come by.