Thread: Adderstrike(HP)Church/Moon

'Looks like home' the male thought to himself as he approached the large building. Everything was boarded up since it hadn't been in use in a while, that much was clear. Blake was a tall, thin, and attractive male with jet black hair and stark ocean-blue eyes. An air of confidence surrounded him and yet he was here nevertheless. Blake had been raised by his crack whore mother and the several boyfriends she had who had enjoyed having their fun with him when he couldn't fight back. She wouldn't do anything about it most of the time. Half the time she was asleep and the other half she was too scared of being beaten herself to speak up. When he was eight he was out on the street more often than in his house, well, the apartment they were renting that they could only afford because his mother was sleeping with the land lord. Around his ninth birthday he had started noticing that things would happen without him meaning to, and happen without any sort of reason. He kept it to himself so he wouldn't be sent to the looney bin. He practiced when he was alone, being able to control some of it. It was the worst when he was fourteen, her current boyfriend deciding that he was going to fuck him after dinner. He fought back, though the man was large and overpowered him easily. His mouth was covered but his thoughts were racing, yelling and screaming, cursing and shouting. All of a sudden he was free, there was nothing on, in, or around him. He looked around and behind him was a small toy that looked like the man. He kept it hidden from everyone, especially his mother though she would die in a few months anyway. When she was gone he left and kept with a few other teenagers who lived on the streets, hitting puberty and growing stronger, mentally, physically, and magically. There were times he did things and didn't even know how they worked but stopped trying to figure it out, taking it as one good thing that had happened to him and leaving it at that. He and a few mates had broken into a shop to grab some things one night and he had tripped on a shelf, falling into a brick wall but hitting a floor instead. He looked around, freaking out as he found that he was in a different shop completely, gone were the rows of food and replaced by little boxes that seemed to he haphazardly thrown around. He walked through the rows, feeling as if he was moving with purpose towards something unknown. It was dark and empty so he wasn't worried about being caught, stopping in front of one of the shelves and pulling out one of the boxes. Opening it he found a....stick? He turned it over in his hand, looking for something that would make it significant. He stuck it in his back pocket and opened another, and another, and another. All sticks. It seemed warm in his hands though, so he kept the first one as he ran through the wall again, looking behind him with a look of astonishment and wonder. There was no way he would be telling anybody about any of this. He kept the stick hidden though he kept it on him at all times, messing with it when there was no one around. The things he could do became more concentrated and he could actually direct their energy with it, amazed. The best thing? It could open locked doors. Who needed to break in and set off an alarm when you could just let yourself in and help yourself? It was a few more years living like this until he met Zach. The man knew what he was and how to help him do more with the stick, or wand as Zach said it was called. He taught him things that let him do so many things. With a few words said correctly he could make people do whatever he wanted, writhe in pain and could even kill them. Zach wouldn't let him use that one, he said it left a trace and people would be able to find him if he used that. Zach became his mentor and his friend, and after a while, his lover. They were running. Blake had no idea who or what they were running from but they were constantly on the move. One day they were caught by a group of hooded figures, one hand coming from the cloak, a shock of green light leaving the wand and Zach fell to the ground. Blake fell to the ground beside him, tears springing to his eyes. He shot curses around the circle, hitting whatever he could before everything went dark, blurring his sight though he did see a dark, long haired man lift him from the ground and carry him away from Zach's body. He remained silent for a long time, refusing to speak to anyone, especially Snape, as he had introduced himself. Eventually he would acknowledge him but call him a murderer no matter how many times they had explained what he had done. He had been a spy sent to infiltrate the opposition. He had been caught and had killed several members, a bounty being put on his head that anyone would kill him for. It didn't matter to him. He believed the man had loved him. He didn't know he was only being used. After they had determined he wouldn't be a risk to anyone they decided to take him ' there '. It was the only thing he had been told. He had been blindfolded on the trip there with several others who had been picked off the streets, though much later than him. He had seen many come and go before they had let him leave. Black jeans hugged his legs while above he wore a black shirt and black leather jacket, overall looking like a shadow besides the pale skin of his face and hands. That was about the only part of his skin that hadn't been marked and scarred. At the door he handed over his wand, several guns, knives, a couple home-made bombs and then looked down and his black combat boots. They had a switch so that a blade would shoot out from the toe but decided not to tell them about that, preferring to be able to keep his shoes on. He heard the male speak to him, though he was barely shorter than him by a few inches, he didn't listen much and acted as if he were superior. His hands were shoved into his pockets as he followed him into the large room. It made sense they would try and fit such a large group somewhere like this. It was very well hidden and they wouldn't have to worry about it being taken because it would be in the run down section of the city they would rather ignore than try to make better. He caught the small movement of Snape as he set eyes on the 'King', guessing that he knew the male somehow. Blake was more interested in the others around him, the weapons they were using and the spells they were casting. He didn't have to worry about meeting his eyes as he wasn't at all interested in what he had to say or why Snape had even brought him here. He was doing just fine on his own, well, before they had killed Zach he had been. Since then he had just been angry and lost.