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Out on a Limb

Brutal fighting. That's what the wizarding world had succumbed to. Violence. All her life, she had only known the peace of magic. That changed when she became an apprentice at the ministry. She wanted to be an auror. She wanted to restore peace. He who shall not be named had ruined everything for her, and it needed to be set right. Nothing felt normal for her.. not until him.

Chapter 19: Let Me Love You

The rest of the night was a blur for both of them. All Venus knew was that her surroundings were unfamiliar. She would have been fine with her bedroom, now lovingly painted with music notes and paint pallets, or even the House of Black. The humid air, bland walls, and heat made her mind spin. The bed she lay in made her back ache. Several pops were heard as she sat up. A familiar warmth touched her hand as she found support beside her. When she looked, a peaceful Alastor lay beside her. Panic flooded her. Venus began to search the sheets and her body frantically. Alastor rolled over to find Venus pulling at her clothes, scanning her skin for any mark or blemish. He laughed softly, “I promise if I found myself in a place to make love to you, you would be well aware it happened.” 

Venus looked at him confused, but relieved. She flopped back. The bed wobbled under the motion, knocking on the wall behind it. Alastor sat up in the bed. He looked over at her, groggy from waking up. “You fell asleep, crying. I couldn’t go back to the House of Black and you don’t label your keys. I just took off your shoes and covered you up. If you want to shower, the bathroom is downstairs to the left, but I don’t have any of that fancy stuff you use.” Alastor began to crawl out of the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, putting on his metal leg before he stood up. 

“OH, uhm.. No, I’ll just head home. Thank you. I uh- Where are we?” Venus sat up as well. She clutched her clutched for a moment, readjusting the bra she had slept with. “My house.” Venus stared at Alastor, stunned. She immediately jumped from the bed, brushing herself off. “Shit! Really? I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have- You should have woke me up, or, or gotten a hotel room, or something else. Something other than- this.”

Alastor blinked at Venus. He stood across from her, head tilted and face strung in confusion. “So I, the person who nearly saw you get kidnapped and die, am supposed to let just- sit in a hotel room?” Alastor hobbled over to Venus. His weight was placed entirely on his good leg. “Me. Alastor Moody, am supposed to leave you, unattended, unconscious, in a strange place, by yourself. You really think I’m going to do that?” Alastor stood over Venus, eyebrows lifted. She stared up at him, a deep color slowly growing on her cheeks. Her gaze drifted down to the floor as the heat from her cheeks fell further down. She hadn’t been so close to Alastor in months. Let alone in a bedroom, where the two had previously been sharing a bed.

Alastor lifted her chin between his thumb and index. She stared up at him. Alastor’s jaw tightened while he examined her features. Venus’s mascara was smeared and her wide eyes were watery. She bit her lip, chewing on previously scarred skin. He had to pull her lip from between her teeth before she broke the skin again. No doubt it was a habit she had picked up while he was away. He wouldn’t do that again. Never. His hand guided along her jawline, tangling into her untamed hair. Then he pulled away. He didn’t want to, but he did. The longer Alastor stood there, the more he wanted to pull her closer, the more he never wanted to let her leave his sight again. He wanted to be there during her every breath. It wasn’t just love that had driven him to protect her. At this point, he was obsessed. He wanted to protect her from every little danger, every little paper cut. The longer he stood in front of her, the less likely he was to let her go. 

Venus’s brows furrowed when Alastor pulled away. His eyes turned away from hers as he pulled his hand from her. She grabbed his wrist, yanking his attention back to her. She took another step closer. Alastor stood stiff. His hands hovered over her skin. Venus let her hands travel up Alastor’s arms and his muscles tensed beneath her. 

“Venus..” Alastor warned. 

“What?” Venus glanced up at Alastor, her eyes innocent. 

“This is a dangerous game you’re trying to play, eh?” His voice dropped low in his chest. 

“And why is that?” Venus cooed in return as her hands fell on Alastor’s shoulders. She cupped his face, standing on her tiptoes. Alastor gripped Venus’s hips and her body was overtaken by his. She was a child in front of him. “Because I am obsessed with you. I am completely, and utterly, in love with you. And the longer I stand in front of you, the more I-” Alastor cut himself off. He paused, searching for any kind of reaction from Venus. 

“Alastor.. Let me love you.”

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Author Note

So life seems to have gotten away with me. I ended up going back to the doctor for my back. The doctors have confirmed that I do have severe spinal damage. I'm doing a lot of at-home therapy right now. I'm working a lot more now and college is coming up this fall. I plan to make time to write again now that I'm not living at the doctor's office.

There can be more to this chapter, but it's nsfw. Do you all want a fade to black scene or should I proceed with the spicy stuff?

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Out On A Limb

Brutal fighting. That's what the wizarding world had succumbed to. Violence. All her life, she had only known the peace of magic. That changed when she became an apprentice at the ministry. She wanted to be an auror. She wanted to restore peace. He who shall not be named had ruined everything for her, and it needed to be set right. Nothing felt normal for her.. not until him. 

Chapter 18: Cruel

Venus stared at the letter that evening. It was the first piece of mail in over a month, and it wasn’t even work-related. The only person who knew about House of Black was Moody. She couldn’t even fathom the idea of him trying to see her. It felt like a trap. It had to be a trap, but her heart begged her to go.

With tears in her eyes, she stood before the House of Black. The curtains moved, and the door creaked open. She was met with Creech when she wanted to be met with Moody, with Alastor. The old house elf took her to the kitchen, rushing her to sit. She sat silently, with eyes glazed over at the food in front of her. She hadn’t bothered to make large meals like what was on the plate. A beautiful Sunday Roast. She stared at the meal. Why was there another plate in front of her? She was alone.

Not alone enough. Familiar footsteps creaked across the stairs and floorboards. Venus looked up, eyes meeting Moody’s for the first time in months. They didn’t say anything. They only stared. Venus broke eye contact first. Her melancholy eyes turned down to the plate in front of her. Moody cleared his throat, then took a seat in front of her. The silence between them sent Creech into hiding. Even he was growing uncomfortable. It wasn’t until after Creech left that Venus spoke first.

“You’re an asshole, Moody..”

Moody pursed his lips, picking up the fork provided to him. “I know.. I couldn’t.. Stand it any longer.”

“Stand what?” Venus curled in on herself. Her stomach rolled at the sight of food, but she’d be damned if she let Moody have his way.

“You. Ya got hurt, and I knew it would only be the beginnin if I stuck around. So I..” Venus cut moody off.

“So you left me. In a strange bed. In a strange house. And wouldn’t even look at me for months? Did you really think that would protect me? That maybe I would move on? Why didn’t you just stay gone? Huh? You should have.. I would have been fine..”

“Except ya weren’t. I saw. Ya don’t sleep. I reckon you hardly eat with those twiggy arms.” Moody motioned to her arms, which had become noticeable thinner since her apprenticeship. She was no longer full of lean muscle. It was skin and bone.

“So you were watching me? What the fuck is wrong with you? You don’t want to be around me, but you want to watch me? Creep. You really are-” This time, Moody cut Venus off.

“I am not mad! So don’t even say it! I am-” Moody slammed his hands on the table, then took a deep breath after he watched Venus jump in front of him. “I am frustrated. I wanted to protect you, and I only ended up hurting you more. I.. I am sorry.”

“You better be! Do you have any idea what kind of- of torture that was? To finally know what love was, and then have it ripped from. You wouldn’t even look at me. Do you have any idea how painful-” Venus stood from her chair, a sense of deja vu washing over Moody. They had been there before. Moody couldn’t handle her screaming. The painful look in her eyes shattered his cold, stone heart.

“Yes!” Alastor jolted from his seat. The glasses on the table, full of pumpkin juice, shook from his movements. “Yes! I do! You- You were all I could think about. Your letters didn’t help! Why couldn’t you just, move. On.” Moody emphasized those last two words. Easier said than done, and he knew it.

“Seriously? You brought me here for this? To tell me to move on? Like I’m nothing?” Venus stood, her mouth slowly easing open. She began to mouth words. Sounds that wouldn’t come out more than a whisper, but were easily readable. “How- How could you? You are vile. Do you even care? Or am I just some toy? Am I? Or is there actually feelings behind that-”

Moody stormed his way around the table. Venus took severable steps back, tripping over her feet. Moody caught her by the collar of her shirt. He pulled her up, hand sliding to the small of her back. “I do care. That’s the problem... I don’t show love as well as... Most humans... I am corrupt. I am a horrible, heartless monster. You are the exact opposite. I am not good for you. I’m not sure what you see in me. So tell me. Why can’t you move on?”

Venus hung her head. Her fluffed-up hair grazed Moody’s chest, and she set the top of her head there. The tears had been building, but now they flowed. A few droplets slid down her cheeks. Moody’s shirt caught others. She shook her head. Venus balled up her fists, weakly slamming them into Moody’s chest. “I don’t know... You’re an ass. Yet, you sit in the front of my mind, like an annoying earworm that won’t go away no matter how many songs I listen to.” Venus paused. Her body stiffened. Her voice became strained. "Why won't you just let me love you?"

Alastor wrapped his arms around the girl in front of him. He had brought her to life, then shattered her heart. The twisting of his stomach sent bile up his throat. He choked it back. The only words coming from his mouth were apologies. No matter how many times he said it, he swore it would never be enough. She had sobbed behind walls and doors over him. Now she sobbed in his arms, because of him. Nothing would ever fix the pain these past months had brought on her. Yet, he saw a light at the end of this dark tunnel. An opportunity to heal the broken mess in front of him. There could be more. There should be more. No matter how wrong it was. No matter how dangerous. He could double down on his defenses. He could keep watch over her. She could be, would be, safer with him than anyone else. If he could just stop being so afraid. If she would even take him now that he had broken her.

“I’m sorreh. So sorreh. I’ll do betteh. I promise. I’ll do betteh.”

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Author Note

This was the most heart-wrenching thing I've ever written. I am so sorry for making you read this. I can't believe I even wrote it. I have actual mascara across my face. On a side note, I've done enough research (rewatching the movies) to have 85% confidence he would speak in his Scottish accent the strongest in this chapter. I hope you enjoyed hearing him be Scottish. (Foreign men my beloved)

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Out on a Limb

Brutal fighting. That's what the wizarding world had succumbed to. Violence. All her life, she had only known the peace of magic. That changed when she became an apprentice at the ministry. She wanted to be an auror. She wanted to restore peace. He who shall not be named had ruined everything for her, and it needed to be set right. Nothing felt normal for her.. not until him.

Chapter 17: Get out of My Head

Watching her on that bed sent chills through Alastor’s spine. He hadn’t known a woman’s love since Hogwarts. Venus was a blessing. Yet here she was, half dead in front of him. The first time in over a decade, and he nearly got her killed. She would die if he stuck around. He had too many enemies. She was too fragile. Too inexperienced. Too.. much. She was too much for him. He had fought battles easier than this one. Walking away from her bedside broke him inside. He had given her a white lie. She was a distraction and his reason to keep going. She was his escape and his return. She was everything he wasn’t and more. A perfect compliment. She chased him down the hall. His guilt-ridden mind blacked out. When he came to, he was in his home. His home. Not hers. Not the House of Black. His home. The place where he felt safest. The place where he was safe from the world. The one place he could bring Venus and hide her from the world. She would never fear again. She could know comfort... Love... Peace... Ro- No. He could never show her those things. If he did, the world would take him from her and rip her soul to shreds. He had to stay away. 

Staying away was easier said than done. He watched from a distance at first. Hidden in the shadows, he watched her home be deemed livable again. The men he hired were offered extra to help finish those renovations. She needed to focus on her health. When she could work again, she would forget all about him. He hoped he would too. 

Neither of them did. They exchanged looks in the hall. If she saw him, she made sure he knew. That was what ate at him the most. The sad, desperate look in her eyes. She was different without him now. Venus looked tired, no matter how much sleep she claimed she had gotten to others. She looked thin. So, so thin. It wasn’t a surprise to Alastor that Venus was constantly getting thrown around before she brought in the death eaters she was hunting. There were so many, that the Aurors were never finished. Just when they thought everyone was locked up, another hideout popped up. Some of them, Alastor knew at Hogwarts. Those made him cringe the most. 

Nothing compared to the way his heart and gut twisted when he saw her. She was right next to him. Within arms reach. His heart screamed at him to grab her, hold her, hug her. Something! Do something! The most recent cut glared at him. The scars on her body, the most obvious being the cut on her hairline and a fresh one healing on her lip, made his blood boil. Do something.. Do something. Do. Something! 

Alastor snuck into the mailroom. He stared at the new file in her mailbox. The owl feathers were still attached. That was the first time he took her assignment. He read it over, grimaced, and left with the file. After the first theft, he couldn’t stop. It was almost addicting. Deatheaters, which would have broken Venus like a twig, couldn’t last ten seconds against him. He dropped each one off with the file stuck to their backs at Azkaban. Venus would still get her pay, and be safe from a life of pain and violence. It wasn’t until she started trying to find her mail three weeks later that he realized how far he had taken it. He waited another week to even consider letting her go back to work. No.. she was finally looking healthier. Just a little longer. 

Getting her mail became more and more difficult. She was waiting after everyone left, into the late hours of the night. Then coming early in the morning. She barely slept anymore. The dark circles under her eyes reminded Alastor of that. He had to stop. He needed a different approach. 

The next piece of mail came, from Alastor’s owl. Not that she would recognize the bird. He wasn’t much for words. He didn’t know how to tell her. The words wouldn’t come to him like they would come to her. All of her letters were pages long. Sometimes, she just wrote about her week, wanting the same comfort as when he was her mentor. Others, the pages were shorter and tear-stained, cursing him for leaving her alone in the world. Some of those letters made him sit outside her home at night. Those were the nights she cried herself to sleep. The nights Alastor hated himself the most. Those nights were the reason Alastor couldn’t look her in the eye anymore. 

The letter was simple. Only a few words. 

“House of Black. Sunset.”

--- Author Note

Hope you guys are doing well! I plan to keep my chapters coming out on Monday after I write them on the weekends. Please prepare for next week, it was heart-wrenching to write.

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Out On A Limb

Brutal fighting. That's what the wizarding world had succumbed to. Violence. All her life, she had only known the peace of magic. That changed when she became an apprentice at the ministry. She wanted to be an auror. She wanted to restore peace. He who shall not be named had ruined everything for her, and it needed to be set right. Nothing felt normal for her.. not until him. Chapter 16: Months

Venus sat in her room. She was no longer in the House of Black. Her home had been cleaned up rather nicely. The workers who came to her aid even offered to help her finish renovations. The house was finally livable, physically. Mentally, she couldn’t stand the place. The walls were always too close. When she stepped outside, the world spread out so far she couldn’t find the oxygen in the air. Being in the water wasn’t helpful either. The darkness made her shudder, cold water only worsened her mood. When summer came, there was minimal relief. Warmth flooded her home for the first time in months. The warmth never lasted long. She fled her home during the nights, using the time to hunt down Deatheaters who had escaped the wizarding war. 

Each mission was the same. Intel. Hunt. Fight. Prison. Repetition became a two-faced friend. There was a comfort in the motions, one that let her know she had made it yet another day without dying. No matter what injuries she gained. No matter how many times she had to go to St. Mungo’s because her mermaid body couldn’t heal the way a wizard’s body would. Venus had earned a massive collection of scars. A couple burns, over a dozen cuts, and a handful of bruises remained on her skin at all times. Anytime she thought she was finally able to wear a dress again without looking as if someone had gotten up close and person with her, she was thrown across a room or grabbed harshly enough to leave a mark. The pain was welcomed on most days. It made her feel something. Something other than numbness. Something. Pain reminded her she was alive, and that was what mattered. For the most part. She was alive. If you could call the gaunt, pale creature she had become alive. Venus avoided the Ministry of Magic building like the bubonic plague. Seeing Alastor was painful enough. Seeing the guilt in his eyes.. The guilt he had since that night. Since he had left her to her own devices. He wouldn’t even answer the letters she sent him. She had went to St. Mungo’s a few days after Alastor left. Creech had done a good enough job at making sure she didn’t die, but the concussion still needed checked out. A clean bill of health sent her right to work. No congratulations. No mentor to hand her the first mission. Straight to work. A file in her mailbox was the first indication that she was meant to move on. Not that she was capable. Every night was miserable. She missed those breakfast conversations. The quick banters and brief glances. Her life had grown so.. Dull. Alastor was all she could think about anymore. She saw him in the hall occasionally. Even got stuck in an elevator with him once. He wouldn’t spare her a glance. The one thing she craved from him, his acknowledgement, had been denied. So she kept to work.

One particular morning, she stared at her empty mailbox. Untouched for three weeks. That’s how long it had been. Was there no more work? Was the work too difficult? Was she.. Loosing her job? She couldn’t have been. The door opened and she turned, meeting one of her coworkers with a practiced smile. 

“Question. Have you seen anything in my mailbox?” Venus pointed to her mailbox. Her coworker cocked their head. They took their own mail, sorting through a stack of paperwork, mail, and other papers. “Yeah. I was in here yesterday. There was a folder in there. Did you not get it last night?” Venus stood, wide-eyed for a minute. “A folder? Like an assignment? No, I haven’t seen anything for three weeks.” Her coworker shrugged and left. Someone had her work.  She spent the next week coming in early in the morning. Even right as the mailroom opened, her mailbox remained empty. So they were coming in late at night. Wrong. The later she stayed, the less she saw, and the less sleep she had to function from. Money was still coming in regularly. It was like whoever had her work was giving her the money for the missions they were completing. She stepped foot into the mailroom one more time. She waited for hours for anything to slide in, to appear out of thin air. Then something did. A small brown owl fluttered up to the mailbox and tossed in an envelope. On it, was Venus’s full name. The writing was messy and scribbled in a hurry. She opened the envelope, pulling out the wrinkled, stained sheet of paper. The only words written were “House of Black. Sunset.” 

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Author's Note

Hi everyone! I know it's been a LONG TIME. Like. A long. long time. Uhh- quick update. I had a lot of physical therapy that took a ton of class time and my writing time. My back and hips are better now, but still not fully functioning bc my nerves were 100% fucked. I'm back though! Out of high school, working my big girl job, and getting ready for university. I have a lot my time now and two chapters written in advance. I've got them scheduled to come out next week.

V-175, signing off.

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Do they seriously think this is going to make things better? This is what will make people worse!!

And more creative.

IMPORTANT!!!

I’ve only seen like one person talk about this and it’s super important that this gets out there

Multiple punk symbols and sayings have been added to the FBI’s domestic terrorism guide

Things included are

The symbol for anarchy

ACAB and 1312

The three arrows pointing down in a circle

Eat the rich

Those are a few but it also mentions anything anti-fascist and anti capitalist

So if you live in the US please be careful

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I have an update for you guys. I spent this past weekend in Chicago. I was sightseeing for my final year of high school. Chapter 16 is under way. I'm about halfway through it. I'm going to start with Venus. Then, I will write 17 about Alastor.

As for the medical issues, I have a steroid that is working WONDERS. There is barely any more pain and therapy is going to help a ton. I'm so happy to be able to write comfortably for you guys again. This entire story has been a massive comfort to me. I'll see you all again when i upload 16.

Pictures from Chicago

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Bisexual, Bigender! Not ashamed!

Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

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yesterday, tumblr totally deleted the account of a prominent trans girl on this website because she was posting safe for work transition timeline photos. this is supposedly "the queerest place on the internet" but i haven't seen anybody but trans girls talking about this. why does nobody else give a fuck?

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i updated it due to current happenings

edit: FUCKING REBLOG IT. LIKES DONT MEAN SHIT!

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To any suicidal followers I may have: This is a sign to not kill yourself. You are loved and the world is special because you are in it. Keep holding on.

-PLEASE REBLOG THIS YOU MAYBE ARE SAVING SOMEONES LIFE

You are special and amazing , If you need to talk or some help send me a dm and I will talk to you.

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When you read fanfiction and at the end it's just like "well fuck. You made me feel actual emotions. here's a kudos and a comment, thank you for the pain"

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Reblog if

A) you're panromantic

B) you like cats

C) you wish you were a dragon

D) you're hanging on by a thred

But don't say which

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hey let's all do this on March 15th. on the website.

Hey don’t just like. Reblog.

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Out on a Limb

Brutal fighting. That's what the wizarding world had succumbed to. Violence. All her life, she had only known the peace of magic. That changed when she became an apprentice at the ministry. She wanted to be an auror. She wanted to restore peace. He who shall not be named had ruined everything for her, and it needed to be set right. Nothing felt normal for her.. not until him.

Chapter 15: Don’t Leave Me!

Venus woke with a throbbing between her ears. Her heartbeat was echoing in the room. Or perhaps the thrumming was that loud in her chest. Either way, it made the world spin. The unlit room was still too bright for her swimming vision. She lifted herself on her elbows. Her head lolled to the side towards the door. The door swayed open, and Alastor stepped into the doorframe. He stood there as the world stopped moving. There was a frown on his face and pain in his eyes. He stepped up to the bed. His hand slid under Venus’s head. She hadn’t realized how sore her head was. Did she hit it? Was she poisoned? Was she too far from the water? That had to be it. She needed to get out of this bed if she was going to get anywhere near the water. Speaking of locations, where was she? Her body worked against her. As she attempted to sit up, her muscles strained and she felt a sudden wave of weakness wash over her. Despite her efforts, she couldn’t lift herself and had to give up, sinking back onto the bed.

“Stay down..” Alastor’s voice was quiet and cold. He hadn’t spoken to Venus in this tone since they had met. What the hell was his problem?

“What.. the hell happened?” Venus’s voice faded in and out.

“Chloroform. How’s your head?” Straight to the point. Of course. He wasn’t the type to spare any detail.

“Who would want to use-” Venus let her eyes flutter. Alastor’s question registered in her mind. The echoing of her heart was no longer in her ears, but she swore her pulse had never been so strong before. “I’ll be.. Fine. Just need- water..” Venus let her voice drift off again. The comfort of the pillows was all too inviting. Sheets she usually recognized as cold were warm, oh so warm.

Alastor’s presence disappeared for only a moment. His hand had slid from under her head as easily as it slipped in. When he returned, Venus blinked up at him with exhaustion evident in her eyes and painful tears slipping down her cheeks. Alastor wouldn’t let Venus see it, not until it was healed. The large cut on the edges of her hairline would leave a nasty scar. It wouldn’t be as bad as his, but it certainly sent his stomach twisting with guilt. He had let her get hurt. Or worse, caused it.

Just after Venus had passed out in those woods, three Deatheaters had crept out of the trees. They meant to catch Alastor in a moment of weakness. They held the unconscious girl hostage with a knife to her throat. It was mere moments before Venus was free again and the Deatheaters would never be seen again. Alastor preferred to erase those memories from his mind. They were never pleasant. Even though she was free, his amputated leg kept her from harm. No amount of hobbling would have gotten him to her before she fell to the ground. Her head struck a tree root, skin splitting on contact.

Alastor pushed last night from his mind. His hand lifted her slowly off the bed and into a sitting position. A glass of water was placed into the young woman’s hands and guided to her lips. Venus gulped the liquid down after her initial sip. The ice-cold feeling down her throat sent ripples of relief through her. Her ever-growing thirst was finally satisfied. Whatever had happened, she felt better with the water. She let out a sigh of relief. Her eyes immediately searched for Alastor. With her already capable of gulping down water, he was nearly out the door. She stumbled out of bed. The too-fast movements sent her head spinning for a moment. Venus fought through the feeling and began after Alastor. He ignored each of her calls until he reached his room.

Then he turned to her, anger forced into his voice. “What do you want?”

Venus’s eyes went wide. She hadn’t been spoken to like this since she was a child. She felt scolded. “Tell me what happened last night? What happened, not whatever you want me to know. You aren’t telling me everything.”

Alastor whipped around and stormed into his room. He didn’t even bother closing the door before he began packing his things. His wand lifted clothing out of drawers and into a bag, folding them midair. “I told you. Chloroform.”

Venus watched in awe for a moment, then she snapped out of her mind. Her anger coursed through her veins. “From who? And why? Come on, talk to me! Clearly, you care! Or you wouldn’t keep returning me to safety.”

Alastor listened to Venus’s badgering for nearly ten minutes. By the time he had finished packing his bag, she had used every excuse possible. She plucked them from the air, reasoning with Alastor all too well. But her reasoning didn’t persuade him to tell her like she had hoped. Instead, he turned her, frantic and blood boiling. “Deatheaters! Your little stunt in the Black Lake got their attention!” Alastor hobbled forward, his middle finger pressing to his temple. “Constant vigilance! You're- You- You're a distraction. I'm leaving.”

Venus's mouth went agape. Alastor had clearly felt something last night. He saw the parts of her that even the Parletts he kissed her! “Bu- Alastor.. What- It wasn't like I planned on it! You were the one who kissed me anyways! You wanted to go out there!” Venus began reasoning again, to no avail. Alastor's bags floated behind him as he all but stumbled down the stairs. She stood at the top, her foot stomping the floor like a childs. “Fine! If that's how you're going to be, fine! Get out! I don't want to see you anyways!”

Alastor's cold heart shattered. Venus could feel her heart breaking in two while tears formed in her eyes. Both of their stomachs filled with dread. It was a bottomless pit that made Venus want to hurl the emptiness within her. She watched Alastor leave. Creech stood at the bottom of the stairs, confusion etched in his features. Venus fell to the floor, her hands hiding the sobs wrecking her bottom. Creech appeared at her side, his hand soothing the aching within her. Even though she was the one who demanded Alastor to leave, she couldn't help the innocent, childlike begging.

"Come back.. please.. don't leave me.."

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Author Note

I AM BACK FROM THE DEAD YOU GUYS!! Enjoy this rapidly thrown-together chapter that I hope made you cry. I don't think it's as long as other chapters, but this is what you get for now. I'll need some time to figure out where to take this next so there may be more radio silence. However, I will do my best to keep you updated.

Question: Who's perspective would you like to see next?

1. Alastors

2. Venus's

3. Both

I do feel the need to explain myself to you. About a month ago I hurt my back. Tomorrow morning I will be getting an MRI on it because I am still in pain. Things are looking towards spinal damage, so if it comes down to surgery I will be completely offline for a few months. I will be in physical therapy for a while regardless. I am also graduating high school this May, so my schoolwork has been a pain. In. My. Ass. I hope to have more free time to write soon. Until next time!!