Thread: Adderstrike(HP)Church/Moon

James heard the order for the full assembly and called a code rat and cringed a little. People were going to be pissed when they found out who it was called for. Many weren't fond of Blake to begin with because he was associated with Zach and since everyone believed he had slaughtered their friends they were not too willing to extend the olive branch of peace to the boy. James hadn't met Zach and didn't know any of the boys who had been killed and he didn't like making assumptions about a persons character before meeting them personally. ' Shit .' The sound of things crashing and being thrown around was audible through most of the level, then sounding as if it was turned on a person who must have said something Harry didn't take a liking to at the moment. Most everyone knew what Harry looked and acted like when he was already on edge, doing what he said quickly and without arguing or giving him an attitude with their facial expressions. James turned quickly, looking irritated before realizing that it was Harry, looking confused until he felt Harry pushing into his head. It was like pressing 'replay' in his head, going through the past couple hours in a matter of moments, a headache throbbing in his temples before Harry was even done. He was a little angry that Harry would even consider that he could do something to Blake though he really couldn't blame him after all. He swallowed the pill, feeling exposed after what Harry had seen. Obviously Harry wouldn't care since he wasn't interested in Blake that way but it still made him feel awkward. He nodded when delegated to keep Blake company 24-7 for the foreseeable future, he hadn't planned on leaving him anyway but it was better that he didn't have to argue with Harry about it. The medicine immediately started easing the tension in his skull, looking down at Blake with a worried expression. He had already been through so much shit and even now, when he was supposedly in a place that was safe, he was being attacked and for what? Because he had loved a man who had gotten in deep with the wrong people. He was holding the boys hand, Doc had gone back to get some more things to keep him stable so they wouldn't have to move him into the infirmary. All of a sudden an image appeared in his mind that he knew wasn't his own doing. Blake's fingers twitched slightly and another image came, though this one was more like a video, seeing himself walking into the infirmary.....wait....how could Blake possibly be doing this? What he didn't know was that Zach had taught him things like this, projecting your memories into someone else's mind was easier than trying to tell them things or look into their past actions. It wasn't as invasive and the receiver had to be open to accepting it. An image of Harry flashed into his mind, James turning to look at him Harry, come here quick he said, moving away slightly hold his hand he said, hoping that it would work for him so that he didn't look as if he were losing his mind. Harry would fell a gentle nudging at his mind along with a small movement from Blake, letting him know it was him trying to get him to open up. He probably could've tried harder but he didn't know if he could stay conscious enough to do it. Once Harry let him in he would see through Blake's eyes after he had woken up and saw the note, a fleeting sense of happiness moving through him before his heart constricted, hearing a silencing spell and then hearing someone whisper 'imperio' behind him. Blake was freaking out on the inside now, fear enveloping him and closing his eyes as he lost control of his body and Harry could feel all of it. Blake had lifted his own wand to his chest and muttered the cruciatus spell, his body shaking though he couldn't scream or cry for help. He finally felt his body return to himself, sagging as he fought to keep his eyes open and see his attacker. The last thing he saw was a little brown mouse running from his room, not knowing if that would be helpful to Harry or not. James watched the two of them, rocking slightly in nervous anguish, not knowing what was going on or what Blake was showing him. Harry would know then what had happened, Blake needing him to know so he wouldn't think Blake had done it because of what he had read. He had heard everything between the two in his room, not knowing why he was still even aware of what was going on after the pain that he felt and continued to pulse through him. By now, to the thanks of Harry and everyone rushing around, the man disguised as a mouse had already gone and was out of the building and apparated away from there. Blake groaned softly, pain crossing his face before he looked peaceful, his heart having stopped beating. Zach appeared in front of him. The pain had left and he was standing somewhere, looking around him. Everything was white and Zach smiled at him, holding his hand out to Blake. He took it and walked with him Where are we at Zach? he asked, the other smiling and not saying anything like he did sometimes. I'm dead aren't I? he asked, looking up at the other yes, for right now you are what's that supposed to mean? Well I'd love to have you here with me but you have more to do first he said gently, touching his face lightly. Blake closed his eyes at the touch and put his hand over the others. I miss you so much I love you, too, Blake. Tears began running down the boys face and he shook his head I'm not going back he muttered adamantly it just hurts too much. Blake Zach said more forcefully, giving him the more parental look you're going back. Harry needs someone to find peace about me and find his softer side. He can do great things but his patience is lacking and for some reason he chooses to listen to you. I had tried but he didn't want to listen back then. Blake looked away from him, wanting to say that he didn't care, that Harry would manage without him. He can't read the journals and you know it. What about James? He opened up to you . He hadn't spoken to anyone besides his brothers, and Harry when he had to, in months . I'll see you again, don't worry love, you're not getting rid of me just yet he teased, laughing lightly. Just leave your mind open and good things will find their way in. With that farewell Blake was brought back to the pain, breathing in sharply as air flooded his lungs again, feeling someone beating on his chest get the fuck off of me he groaned in pain, finding the strength to say that so they would quit stabbing him. James quit pushing down on Blake's chest when he spoke, obviously his heat was working again, a small smile on his face as Blake cursed at him. He could deal with that. He was not okay with him dying, however.