#For being a certified dumbass this is really prophetic.

[azrail-has-a-vendetta]

today in English we did interviews and I was asked what I believe in, I didn’t really have an answer cause I’m going through some things right now but I did say

“I don’t know if they are, but if God and Jesus are real than they love me more than others would have me believe.”

And it hasn’t left my mind. Especially growing up queer in a very religious community, being told that what I was experiencing “wasn’t right” or that it didn’t exist, even that I would “go to hell” this random line I said almost without thought really just encapsulates my feelings towards religion. Anyways—- imma go cry now.

[ellecdc]

DONT TEASE ME WITH PLATONIC BARTY AND BIG BRITHER SIRIUS STOP IM ON MY KNEES PLEASEE 🪩

okay so this accidentally ended up being almost 5.5k words??? whoopsie daisy.

this concept was a collaboration with @unstablereader and also intertwined a few requests for best friend Barty, big brother Sirius, and poly!moonwater hurt comfort!!

poly!moonwater x fem!reader who was bitten over the winter hols

p1 // p2

CW: Best Friend Barty (i.e., swearing, chaos, slight insanity), Big Brother Sirius (i.e., coddling, bad cop, certified dumbass), swearing swearing swearing, slight muggle blasphemy, description of wounds/blood/injury, discussion of Sacred 28 Pureblood Families, etc etc etc - hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

Barty Crouch Junior was a plethora of dichotomies and contradictions. 

He was a good friend and a bad son. He was a smart boy who made horrible ideas. He was a rational person with unreasonable reactions. He was a menace and very reliable. He was a good lay and a bad boy. 

Barty liked that about himself though; he liked that no one ever knew what to expect when it came to Bartemus Crouch Junior. 

Though, he supposed to those who knew him, it would have been completely predictable for him to have stayed at Hogwarts over the winter holidays. Maybe he should have gone home – really surprised everyone then.

His nightly routine of trying to incendio Daily Prophet articles of his father with nonverbal and wandless magic was interrupted by an awkward thump on his dorm room door. 

“Come in?” Barty called awkwardly, unsure who might be at his door seeing as his friends were all home for the holidays and the staff here tended to avoid him like Dragon Pox.

The doorknob began to rattle but it sounded as if the person on the other side of the door was struggling to turn it.

“Salazar’s saggy balls. WHAT!?” He seethed as he ripped the door open, determined to teach whoever was stupid enough to bother him a lesson when he came face to face with you.

Except...except you were crying, and bloody, and��so pale.

“Treasure!?” Barty squawked, awkwardly catching you as you began to slide down the door frame which you were leaning the entirety of your weight on. 

“Barty...I-” you started before a pained sob tore through your teeth. “I need help.”

“What happened?” Barty asked breathlessly, moving you from the door to his bed without your help after your left leg gave out on you.

“Barty...”

“What. Happened. Y/N?” He demanded.

“Barty, you cannot- cannot tell Reg and Remus. Pl- hnggh - please promise me you won’t tell them.”

“Tell them what, Treasure? What’s wrong!?” Barty pressed, beginning to panic when his bedding quickly became saturated with your blood. 

“Promise me!” You shrieked, your voice carrying the most clarity since you had arrived.

“Okay! I promise!” Barty agreed readily. You didn’t seem convinced, however.

You shakily held your pinky out to him and stared intensely at him. “Promise me that y-, that you will not tell Remus or, or Regulus.”

Barty looked between your eyes and your pinky before finally interlocking your pinky with his. “I promise I will not tell Remus or Regulus.”

More tears fell as you began pulling your long winter robes off. You were wearing a long sleeved shirt and long trousers, but Barty could tell most of the bleeding was coming from your leg. Your fingers were shaking too much as you unsuccessfully tried unbuttoning your trousers, so Barty silently asked for your permission before undoing the button and zip for you.

You pulled the pants to your knee to expose a large...werewolf bite on your left thigh.

“Treasure.” Barty breathed out horrified, looking back up at you with tears in his eyes. “What...what happened? No, I ... I can see what happened. How did this happen?”

“I...I just-”

And you passed out.

“No! No no no. Nononononono.” Barty chanted as he tried to rouse you awake.

“Okay Barty, come on, think. You didn’t achieve all twelve O.W.L’s for naught.” He berated himself, lying you down on his bed and pulling your trousers the rest of the way off.

He turned you onto your right side and tried elevating your leg to stop the blood flow after he realized a simple episkey was not going to close the wound.

He realized that the reason you’d been struggling to open the door was that your wrist appeared to be broken, and you’d been leaning onto the doorframe to keep your weight off of your injured leg. That he could fix with an episkey, so at least he wasn’t completely useless. 

His sweet, sweet Treasure. Bitten. By a werewolf!? Your parents...

Oh gods, your parents.

That’s why you were here.

You couldn’t go back home, not as a werewolf; your parents would kill you. The only thing worse to a Sacred 28 Family than a dead daughter would be a werewolf one.

Fuck. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

And why couldn’t he tell Lupin and Regulus!? Lupin was probably the only person who could actually help you right now. Barty hated that – hated that someone else could help you and he couldn’t – but he also loved that you had people who loved you and could help you.

Fucking fuck, he was supposed to be burning moving pictures of his father right now, not trying to bring his best friend back from the brink of death.

“That’s enough Treasure, you need to wake up.” He muttered, shaking you by your shoulders gently. When that still didn’t work, he cast a quick rennervate. 

You groaned in pain and tried rolling onto your back. 

“No, Y/N, you need to stay like this. I need you to tell me what happened.”

You moaned again and turned back towards him; eyes shut tight in pain. 

“I...I needed to leave I, I – ugh.”

“Okay, okay. So you left, that much I can understand. How’d you get bitten?”

“I didn’t, I didn’t know it was there until it was too late, Barty. I swear it. I was following the trail behind my-my house and it just appeared! I fell back- backwards onto my arm when it lunged and I apparated once I realized what was happening, but it was...it was too- too late.”

“Where were you trying to go?”

“The Potter’s.”

“And why can’t you go there now?”

You opened your eyes at that, and Barty felt his heart fall out of his ass at the amount of pain that spilled from your eyes that had nothing to do with any of your various physical injuries.

“Rem... Rem hates himself. He hates The Wolf, he ha- hates his lycanthropy; he thinks he is a m... monster and deserves nothing. Barty, he’ll hate me.” You broke into a sob at the end of your sentence and Barty was very close to joining you.

He didn’t think you were right at all, mind you; he thinks it’d be rather impossible for anyone to hate you, least of all Lupin who seemed completely lovesick for you and Regulus. He didn’t think it was worth your energy to argue with you about it though, seeing as he already pinky promised not to go to the lycanthrope or your other boyfriend about this.

He didn’t know what to do, though. He needed to close this wound and stop the bleeding, he needed to pilfer from the infirmary, he needed to pilfer the potions supply closet, and he needed to figure out how to help a werewolf. And he needed to do all of these things whilst somehow not leaving your side at all. 

“I’m tired, Barty.” You murmured quietly, startling him from his internal panic.

“You can’t sleep, Treasure. Not until we close this wound and stop the bleeding.”

He pulled out his third year DADA textbook to find the chapter on werewolves. 

“Dangerous creature this, loss of moral sense that, right then – powdered silver and dittany applied to a fresh bite wound.” Barty recited as he read off his textbook. He looked over to your wound, still oozing and bleeding, though the new angle and elevation did seem to be helping staunch the blood flow at least a little.

“Right... fresh enough I suppose.” Barty sighed, making you promise to stay awake long enough for him to raid the potions supply closet and the infirmary to get the necessary ingredients.

Barty had been feeling quite confident in his plans.

Except something was very, very wrong.

The dittany and powered silver bubbled slightly where it interacted with your blood and flesh but didn’t seem to be sticking to your wound at all; it seemed that it was just causing you to moan in agony as Barty uselessly tried spreading it over your leg.

“You’re sure it was a werewolf that bit you?” He asked again. Barty was certain that if you were feeling better, you would have kicked at him.

He wished you could have kicked at him.

“Yes, Barty.” You cried.

“Oh, Treasure, I’m sorry.” He lamented, putting down his bowl of useless silver paste and brushing sweaty hairs away from your forehead.

“Salazar, you’re burning up, Y/N.” He commented, cupping your heated and flushed face with his hand. 

“I’m cold.” You argued, awkwardly trying to pull at his bedsheets to cover your arms. Barty hated to add more layers on you when your fever was this high, but he couldn’t really bring himself to deny you, either. 

Unfortunately, it appeared that Barty needed help. 

Unfortunately, Barty made you a promise.

Fortunately, there were ways around that. 

Unfortunately, that meant having to resort to a fate worse than death.

“Oh! Hello there.” Mrs. Potter greeted Barty as she rounded the corner after being alerted by the house elf that there was a student at the floo. “Are you looking for Regulus?”

Barty adorned his most charming (and least maniacal) grin as he bowed politely to Mrs. Potter like the proper Pureblood he'd been beaten raised to be. 

“Euphemia Potter – looking as smashing as ever.” He said before returning to his full height. “Actually, I’m here for the lesser Black brother today.”

Mrs. Potter narrowed her eyes at his comment but pursed her mouth as if fighting back a smile.

“Am I to assume you’re referring to Sirius, Barty?”

Barty sighed in admiration. “Smart and pretty, Euphemia; how do you do it?”

“I’ll be right back, Mr. Crouch.” Mrs. Potter called over her shoulder as she left the floo reception room. Barty quickly pulled out the charmed compact mirror he had connected to a hand mirror which he had set up beside you before he left. You were asleep and shivering violently, but you were alive.

Help is coming, Treasure. 

“Oh.” Barty heard, causing him to close the mirror and look up to see a confused looking Sirius pausing mid-step into the room. “Sorry, I’ll go get Regulus for you.”

Barty scoffed derisively. “Oh, come off it Black – give the woman a little credit, yeah? I asked for you. Now let’s go.” He barked, turning towards the floo flame.

He turned back when he realized Sirius wasn’t following him.

“Hello??” He called sarcastically. “Did you not hear me? I said let’s go.”

Sirius looked Barty up and down and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Why in the hells would I go anywhere with you?” Sirius asked bemusedly. 

“Black!” Barty seethed. “I do not have time for this, we have to go now.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what this is about.”

Barty sighed and looked down to the hells for patience or possibly extra strong demonic powers to get through this conversation with Sirius. 

“Where is Regulus right now?”

Sirius considered Barty skeptically but answered, nonetheless. 

“Upstairs with Remus.”

Barty looked at Sirius at that. “Is it safe to assume he is helping him recover from last night?”

Sirius’ face fell and he levelled Barty with a hard glare. “What the hell are you on about, Junior?”

“Black, please believe that there is absolutely nothing in this realm that I’d rather be doing than sitting here asking for your help but I’m here doing just that.”

“For what?”

Regulus was here, and Regulus was helping Lupin, which meant that Lupin was also here with his supernatural hearing. Barty made you a promise – he would not tell Regulus or Remus what has happened.

“I need your help, because I’ve found a lost Treasure that seems to be in some Trouble.” Barty explained slowly, praying to every god that Sirius would pick up on his not-so-subtle clues.

Sirius’ eyes stayed narrowed at Barty before they grew comically in understanding. 

“Where is-”

“Not here.” Barty interrupted. “Grab your things and come with me.”

“I have so many fucking questions.” Sirius muttered as he stepped through the floo, somehow ending up standing in the Slytherin common room. 

“Like?” Barty asked in a bored tone.

“How the hell did you manage to connect the floo network to the Slytherin common room?” He started, realizing that it probably wasn’t the most important question, but it seemed to take precedence in his mind.

Barty turned to sneer at Sirius, though his steps never faltered as he sped towards what Sirius could only assume was his dorm.

“Really, Black? I tell you that your future sister-in-law is in dire need of your help, and that’s what you’re- you know what? I’m not surprised. The floo network is easy to manipulate so long as you know how to dismantle ancient wards.” Barty explained dismissively.

 Easy. Dismantle ancient wards. Sure.

“What’s wrong with Y/N?” He asked much more seriously. Most (though not all) of the contempt drained from Barty’s face as he stopped in front of a door. 

“She...she was bitten.”

Sirius just stared dumbly at the absolute last person he imagined he'd be spending his morning with as he let that information process.

He wasn't given much time, however, as Barty quickly opened the door and disappeared into the room, clearly unbothered to see if Sirius was following him in or not.

“Treasure? Hey, hey; it’s okay. Look? I brought some help, okay? You’re alright.” He cooed at a curled-up form on his bed – your curled-up form.

“Oh, Trouble.” Sirius breathed out in disbelief, surveying your shaking and battered body before his gaze paused on your exposed thigh – clear as day was a large canine bite, still bleeding. 

“Oh, my girl.” Sirius cooed, feeling like he might be sick at the sight of one of his favourite people in the world in so much pain. It was very different from post moon care with Remus; Remus was seasoned, he was prepared, they were prepared.

You looked like you were dying.

“What’s wrong with her?” Sirius asked quickly, shaking himself and trying to force himself into action.

“Other than the very obvious werewolf bite?” Barty sneered. “She has a fever that won’t quit.”

“Take the blankets off.” Sirius ordered, earning him a whimper from your form.

“S’cold, Siri.” You whined.

“I know, Trouble, but you’re burning up.” He replied apologetically, pulling the blankets out of your currently much weaker grasp.

Barty looked like he was just as heartbroken as you were at the loss of the warmth, but clearly agreed with Sirius enough not to argue. 

“Mean.” You pouted; eyes still screwed shut in pain.

“I know, I’m the worst.” He whispered, casting a quick auguamenti and glacius on a rag and placing it on your head, earning him another protesting groan from you.

“Why’s her leg still bleeding?” Sirius asked, eyes still on your face as he used the cloth to wipe away the sweat from your features. He quickly prepared two more rags and placed them on the back of your neck and your chest. 

“I don’t know. I followed the instructions from our DADA textbook on werewolves – three tablespoons of powdered silver mixed with four tablespoons of dittany to create a paste. It did nothing but hurt her and aggravate me.” He admitted, sounding horribly dejected.

“Where’s the silver from?”

“Slughorn’s supply closet.”

Sirius groaned. “That’s why. The school buys the cheapest ingredients they can to keep costs low. That won’t be pure silver.”

“Well, where in the hells are we supposed to find pure silver then?” Barty groaned. 

Of all the times for Sirius to not be at Grimmauld Place anymore – that place was teeming with pure silver.

Pure...

Toujours pur. 

“Regulus.” Sirius whispered no louder than a breath. You didn’t seem to hear him, your lucid moment clearly over; but Barty did.

“I promised Y/N I wouldn’t tell Lupin or Regulus.” He explained plainly, causing Sirius to groan.

“Then what are we supposed to do?”

Barty turned his face to glare at Sirius. “I promised Y/N I wouldn’t tell Lupin or Regulus.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “I heard you, Junior. So, what are we going to do then?”

Barty let out a long-suffering sigh. “I promised Y/N I wouldn’t tell Lupin or Regulus.”

Sirius’ brows furrowed and he cautiously lifted his hand to press the back of it to Barty’s head, checking for fever of his own. Barty aggressively swatted him away.

“Are you quite alright, Junior? Is this a stroke?”

“I need you to listen to me very carefully, Black. Okay? Are you listening to my words?”

Sirius nodded at him as Barty grabbed Sirius by the shoulders and stared imposingly into his eyes. “I – Bartemus Crouch Junior – promised that sweet, lovely Treasure you call Trouble over there, that I – Bartemus Crouch Junior – would not tell Remus Lupin or Regulus Black. I promised her.” 

Now, Sirius feels it’s important to note that it was currently maybe seven o’clock in the morning, and he’d only just stepped out of the shower after washing away a night of romping in the woods around Potter Manor with Moony as Padfoot to be told there was someone at the floo for him; in other words, he was fucking exhausted. And to add to that, he had one of his least favourite people tell him that one of the worst possible things happened to one of his favourite people. So, sue him for what he said next.

“I don’t understand.” 

“Fucking son of a mother fucking cunt, I swear to that fucking muggle-religion-wizard-guy-that-caused-the-whole-brew-ha-ha-in-that-big-ass-muggle-tome I will shave that fucking head of yours and wear your hair as a wig; I cannot tell Lupin and Regulus.” Barty spat, though somehow managed to keep his voice low enough to not gain your attention.

“Yes, yes, yes. You promised her.” Sirius lamented. “You p- wait... you promised her. You promised her.”

“Thank Merlin and Morgana.” Barty groaned as fell to his knees in exhaustion, clearly more than thankful that Sirius had finally gotten it. 

“I’ll be back.” Sirius announced and started towards the fireplace in the Slytherin common room in order to retrieve his brother. 

Regulus looked up from the pages of his novel to survey Remus’ form again. His boyfriend laid on his back with his head propped up on two pillows and his eyes closed as the soft morning light filtered its way through the sheer curtains and painted his features in its warm glow.

Regulus knew Remus was likely exhausted and sore and perhaps feeling awfully sorry for himself right now, but Regulus wasn’t sure he ever looked more beautiful. 

“You should take a picture; it’ll last longer.” Remus commented dryly, never bothering to open his eyes as a smile danced on his lips.

“Ha ha.” Regulus deadpanned, returning his gaze to his book with a blush taking over his face.

“You worry too much, love. I’m okay.” 

“I know you’re okay.” Regulus argued.

“Yet you still worry?”

“Yet I still worry.” 

Regulus heard Remus’ head turn against his pillow, and he looked back up to see Remus regarding him.

“Have you heard from her by chance?” Remus whispered as if fearing the answer he knew was coming.

Regulus knew it was you who Remus referred to; they’d been waiting quite impatiently for your owl for the past few days.

You had promised to write as often as you could - every day if possible – over the winter holidays. The last correspondence they had with you was four days ago as you told them of some family gathering at your home.

He hated to be the bearer of bad news, but he could tell he was caught at the disappointed sigh from Remus.

“No, mon loup. I’m sorry.” Regulus admitted.

Remus let out another sigh and leaned his head back down on the pillows, squishing his eyes shut as if the pain of not knowing how you were was more painful than the current aching in his bones.

“Hey, Reg?” Regulus heard his brother call from the door. 

“He’s awake.” Regulus called back simply.

“How’re you feeling, Moons?” Sirius asked, walking towards the end of the bed with his hands in his pocket.

“Been worse.” Remus answered.

“I...” Sirius started, cutting himself off with a sigh.

“Spit it out, Sirius. We’ve not got all day.” Regulus drawled and put his book down. He couldn’t stop his heart rate from picking up when he noticed Sirius’ discontent, however; sudden flashbacks of Sirius standing in Regulus’ doorway begging him to pack his things and leave with him bombarding his mind.

“What is it, Pads?” Remus asked, seeming to pick up on his friend’s anxiety as well.

“I need your help.” He admitted. “It’s...it’s Y/N.”

Remus sat up all too quickly and winced at the cracking of his back.

“What is it? Where is she? Is she okay?” He asked, trying to free himself from the bedding that Regulus had tucked him into hours earlier.

“No, well, yes...she-”

“Where is she?” Regulus whispered in horror.

“With Junior. At Hogwarts.”

Regulus relaxed slightly to at least know you were safe at Hogwarts and with Barty, though that raised more questions than answers for him.

“How do you know that?” Regulus asked, all the while Remus continued struggling to dress himself despite his various aches and pains. 

“Junior told me.” Sirius admitted, finally taking pity on his friend and helping him dress whilst his boyfriend sat their uselessly. 

“Why did he tell you? When did he tell you?”

“This morning!” Sirius barked, clearly growing agitated, “listen, I just-”

“What happened to her, Sirius?” Remus begged, finally taking a moment to catch his breath and stare at his friend imploringly. “What happened to her that Junior told you and not us?”

Sirius swallowed thickly before he answered.

“She was bitten, Rem.”

All colour drained from Remus’ face and Regulus sat stock still.

“Was it me?!” Remus asked through a choked sob. This seemed to snap Regulus out of his uselessness and he reached for Remus’ shoulder to squeeze it affectionately.

“No, no. Moony, no one was there last night. I swear it.”

“What...why do you need my help? What do you need?” Regulus asked quietly, standing to pull on his own jacket and retrieving his and Remus’ wands from the dresser. 

“We can’t get the wound to close, and she’s got a wicked fever that we can’t bring down. She’s barely lucid, she's lost an insane amount of blood, and the silver at the school didn’t work to close it and-”

“No, it wouldn’t.” Remus agreed breathlessly.

“Why not?”

“Too costly to give pure powdered silver to a bunch of students who make throw away potions – they only use what works in the brew but not in practice.” Remus explained, groaning as he stood and quickly transfigured his suitcase into a cane on account of his hip after the transformation. 

“So, you need pure silver? Like... the ring!” Regulus whispered, hastily ripping the Black Family signet ring from his thumb and passing it to Sirius.

“We need to go now. She can’t afford to lose any more blood, and it should have been closed immediately.” Remus pressed, making his way to the door albeit a little shakily. 

Regulus was sick with worry; for you, your life, your future, your family, for Remus and how upsetting this must be for him as well, but something still wasn’t making any sense.

“Why did Barty tell you?” Regulus asked as they stepped through the floo into the Slytherin common room, making a mental note to ensure that it was closed before the rest of the students returned from winter holidays.

Sirius grimaced slightly and turned to look at his friend who he was supporting as they followed Regulus to the dorm room.

“She...she made him promise not to tell you guys.” Sirius admitted.

Remus’ steps faltered and Regulus turned, ready to help Sirius in catching him, only to notice that he wasn’t falling but rather had stopped walking all together.

“Why wouldn’t she want us to know?” Remus asked mournfully.

���I never did hear why.” Sirius admitted, encouraging Regulus forward with a nod of his head.

The three of them entered the room to find Barty sitting on a low stool beside you with his pinky interlinked with yours. Your eyes were still shut tightly and your breathing was shallow, but Regulus could hear Barty talking lowly to you and your occasional responses. 

“I like that song about the fighter, the writer, and the ruler.” Barty murmured quietly to you.

Your brows twitched as you gritted out “it’s Soldier, Poet, King.”

“Ah, right you are, Treasure.” Barty responded, looking over his shoulder at the new additions to the room. “You always know everything.”

“How is she?” Sirius asked as he dropped the signet ring inside the mortar and pestle and traded seats with Barty who began to grind it into powder, and Regulus and Remus moved to stand near the end of the bed to take in your form.

“Hanging in there, Black.” Barty responded to Sirius, though he looked at Regulus as he said it.

Sirius must have noticed Regulus’ death glare being pointed at Barty and opted to intervene. 

“Hey, Trouble?” Sirius asked you gently, brushing some of your damp hair away from your forehead. You hummed in acknowledgement without opening your eyes.

“Why didn’t you want Remus and Regulus to know, sweets?”

You whimpered as your face morphed into agony, eyes finally opening to look at Sirius through fat tears.

“Remus will hate me.”

Remus actually whimpered at that, clearly itching to move towards you, but not wanting to interrupt you.

“Why would he hate you?”

“He hates werewolves.”

Remus’ head dropped in shame as Regulus rubbed soothing circle into his back. 

“But he loves you, Trouble.” Sirius pressed, watching Remus all the while.

“Not anymore.” You sighed in resignation, closing your eyes once more.

“Always, dove.” Remus insisted. You squeezed your eyes tightly as if you were trying to convince yourself that he wasn’t really there. 

“Do you hear me? I will always love you. There is nothing that could ever happen that would make me hate you, okay?” He carried on, slowly making his way to the other side of the bed in order to curl up behind you and pull your back into his front. 

You whimpered, though Regulus was sure it was less from physical pain and more in distress.

“What about Reggie?” You cried as Sirius continued rubbing his thumb across your forehead. 

“It’s almost ready.” Barty interrupted as he began measuring out the silver and dittany. 

“Reggie thinks the world of you, dove.” Remus murmured into your hair, looking over at Regulus imploringly. 

“You’ve got a lot of people who care about you, Trouble.” Sirius added. “We’re not going to let you do this alone.”

“It’s done, Treasure. We’re gonna fix you up.” Barty said as he made his way over, keeping his eyes trained on Regulus. 

“Dovey, this is going to hurt an awful lot, okay? But you’re so brave, you’re so brave and then you’ll feel better, okay?” Remus spoke into your hair, keeping you pressed tightly to his form as you began to struggle against his hold. 

“Regulus, you need to be brave for her.” Sirius ordered, looking as severe as Regulus ever remembered his older brother being. 

What could Regulus have ever done to make you think it was at all possible for him to feel anything but love for you?

How could Regulus ensure that you never thought such things again?

“I’m right here, amour. Okay? You’ve got four of us here who love you, we’re not going anywhere.” He pressed, moving to take over Sirius’ place on Barty’s short stool as Sirius positioned himself close to your feet.

“I don’t want to hurt.” You cried, breathing becoming slightly erratic as Remus added more pressure in keeping your arms pinned to your sides.

“I know, amour. It’ll be over soon, okay?” Regulus tried, brushing hair away and pressing his lips to your overly hot forehead.

“You’re so brave, Y/N. We’ve got you, okay? Such a brave girl, come on babylove, you’re okay.” Remus chanted, looking over at Sirius as he pinned your ankles to the bed and Barty transfigured a stirrer in an applicator.

“Please. I don’t want to.” You begged.

“You’re so brave.” Remus repeated, pressing his mouth to the top of your head as his own tears fell into your hair.

“Do it.” Regulus insisted, not wanting to prolong this anymore.

Regulus nearly dropped his wand in his haste to throw up a silencing charm around the dorm room as your screams bounced off the stone walls in time with Barty’s first swipe of the ointment. 

Regulus couldn’t hear the words spilling from Remus’ lips, but he knew that he was whispering sweet encouragements to you as he cried in sympathy. Sirius looked to be using all his strength to keep your legs pinned down as you struggled, and his eyebrows furrowed on your behalf as well.

“You’re okay, amour. You’re okay.” Regulus insisted for both of your benefits, watching as Barty applied the last of the paste to your leg.

“Now what!?” Barty shouted over your agonized cries.  

“Breathe dove, breathe. The pain will fade, just breathe.” Remus coached, rocking the both of you gently back and forth as you sobbed.

“You’ve done so well, amour, so well. Ma courageuse fille; you’re so brave.” Regulus praised, taking both of your hands into his and pulling them from Remus’ grasp to press kisses to your knuckles. “Tu as si bien fait, tu es la personne la plus forte que je connaisse.”

It took some time and many more encouragements before your sobs decreased into pitiful hiccups and whimpers as you looked towards Regulus. 

“You don’t hate me?” You asked pitifully.

Regulus used his thumb to wipe away the tears that were still falling as Remus caressed your arms.

“It never even crossed my mind, cheri. I could never; non.” Regulus insisted. 

“I’m so sorry, dove.” Remus whispered into your head. “I’m so sorry this has happened to you.”

“Remus.” Sirius warned. 

“Not because it makes her any less lovely, Sirius. But because she doesn’t deserve it.” Remus explained. 

“I’m scared.” You admitted timidly.

“I know, dove.”

“Lucky for you, Trouble, you’ve got some seasoned professionals here.” Sirius added, nudging Remus’ foot. 

“Can I start the animagus process now, Rem?” Regulus groaned, looking at Remus pointedly. 

“I guess it wouldn’t be fair to make you sit out on full moons now.” Remus relented – he’d always hated the idea of putting the two of you in any undue danger, but he couldn’t deny Regulus of the two of you, nor you of Regulus; not when you would need him most.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Barty interrupted, moving his skeptical glance between the four of you. “You’re telling me that animagi can romp around with the likes of werewolves?”

Remus nuzzled his face impossibly further into your head as Sirius chuckled. 

“Werewolves don’t care about animals. In fact, it makes them quite happy to have a ‘pack’.” Sirius explained.

Barty laughed conspiratorially. “Well, sign me the fuck up. Regulus, I’ll buy the first mandrake leaf; my treat!” He called as he grabbed his jacket and wand and headed for the door, likely heading to Hogsmeade for supplies in his excitement. 

“Moony is not going to like him.” Sirius proclaimed flippantly, finally falling into a chair in exhaustion after Barty was gone.

“It’s not just about him, anymore.” Remus responded, pressing a kiss to your head. Regulus could tell your fever was reducing, though your cheeks were still flushed.

You had a lot to discuss; what happened, why it happened, and where to go from here. But for now, Regulus was just happy you were alive, currently safe, surrounded by people who loved you, and agreeable to him running you a bath. 

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Whitney Houston - I Have Nothing (Official Video){MY VERY ULTIMATE EVERLASTING OF ALL OF YOUR CREATION YOUR OH SO VERY BEAUTIFUL ,HOLY,MIGHTY,AND VERY LOVING ANCIENT OF DAYS HEAR MY PETITION THIS VERY NIGHT, I ELIZABETH LENORE SMITH, WILL DECIDE TO SAY I CAN'T TELL PEOPLE, WHAT COUNTRY I WAS BORN IN, CAUSE THEY DON'T KNOW HOW TO LOVE ANYMORE, ALL THEY CARE ABOUT IS DAMN MONEY, THIS VERY THING YOU ALL, MORE THEN HIS MAJESTY YOUR SELFISHNESS, LOVING ONLY YOURSELVES WILL BE YOUR VERY DOWNFALL, AND WE WON'T CARE, BECAUSE YOU ALL TURNED YOUR BACK ON LORD GOD ALMIGHTY CREATOR OF HEAVEN , AND THE EARTH, MY HEART GOES OUT TO ALL OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO REALLY SHOWED THEY WHERE YOURS, YOU STUPID DUMMIES ONLY GOD'S TRUE KIDS CALL ON JEHOVAH, YOU ALL GOT PAID, OFF OF MY VERY DEAR PRECIOUS FAMILY, SANDRIKA,2PAC,AALIYAH,WHITNEY, LIL DIRTY B, THEIR VERY OWN TALENTS, SHOWED THEY WHERE ORIGINAL, BUT MARK IT THIS VERY NIGHT, YOU ALL AND YOUR DAMN COVETING ASS WAYS WILL PAY THE ULTIMATE PENALTY OF HATING MY FAMILY, CAUSE YOU ALL COWARDLY SET THEM UP, AND THEY DIDN'T KNOW IT, CAUSE THEY NEVER EXPECTED YOU ALL TO BETRAY THEM UNDER THEIR OWN NOISES, THIS IS WHY ABEOJI MY FATHER'S ANGER IS SO VERY DREADFUL FEELING, HE IS SO ANGRY AT YALL, YOU ALL ARE TOO BLIND AND STUPID TO EVEN KNOW HE GOT YOU ALL IN DERISION, AND YOU ALL ARE VERY CONFUSED BECAUSE YOUR TRICKS, DON'T YOU KNOW, WHEN I WAS QUESTIONED IN THAT SAME VERY YEAR, ALL OF THIS TREACHERY BEGIN IN 2001, ABOUT WHAT I WOULD DO TO A WITCH, I TOLD HIM I WOULD BURN IT AND IT'S BROOM, BACK THEN, BUT NOW I FEEL TOTALLY LIKE FATHER HOW A LITTLE UGLY, FUNKY DEVIOUS, AND MISCHEVIOUS UNEMPLOYED FALLEN CHERIUB WAS KICKED OUT OF HEAVEN, OH HALLELUJAH, OH TESTIFY I CAN SHOUT ABOUT THIS THAT DAMN DODO FLY, MY LORD AND SAVIOR KING OF GLORY JESUS CHRIST, SAID HE BEHOLD, AND SAW SATAO{THAT FATHER OF LIES}FALL LIKE LIGHTNING FROM HEAVEN.... GODHEAD=EL ELYON KNOWS I HATE HIS NAME AND HIS KIND SO, BASICALLY YOU ALL WILL PAY FOR THIS BONDAGE ALL OF THESE YEARS, THOSE DAMN WICKED ASS TWINS OPRESSION, AND DEPRESSION, TRICKED YALL IN AGREEING TO THESE SICKNESSES, BUT ME I NEVER CLAIMED IT, OR AGREED TO THIS LIE FROM THE PIT OF HELL. YOU ALL LITERALLY FALSIFIED OUR DOCUMENTS, AND MEDICAL RECORDS, CAUGHT YOUR DAMN CRIMINAL ASS, WHEN YOU PUT THAT DAMN STATUS UNDER MY NAME IN 2016, HOSPITAL EVENT, AND DAMN NEAR CLAIMED YOU ALL DIDN'T KNOW WHY I BECAME THIS WAY, WHEN YOU ALL WORKED ME 8 DAYS STRAIGHT AFTER, I RETURNED BACK FROM VACATION, YOU ALL WILL PAY EVERYTHING FOR MY TOOTHS BEING BROKEN ALSO IN THESE HOSPITAL'S ALL 4 TIMES, WITH THOSE DAMN SNEAKY CHILDREN OF THE MOON! YOU ALL KNEW WHAT YOU DID, AND STILL LIED ON ME IN FEB 2008, DEC 2010,MARCH 2011, AND JULY 2016, THESE 4 TIMES I EXPERIENCED WHAT YOU BASTARDS DID TO MY DAD AND BROTHER IN THOSE HOSPITAL, I REQUESTED FATHER GOD TO HELP ME UNDERSTAND WHY THEIR PAIN FELT SO OVERBEARING THROUGH THE YEARS, I REALIZED YOU ALL ACTUALLY EXPERIMENTED ON MY VERY, DEAR, PRECIOUS LOVE ONES, LIKE YOU ALL DID TO ME THINKING I WAS OUT OF IT, HELL NO I WASN'T I WAS TELLING GOD EVERYTHING YALL, DID TO ME, CAUSE I SAID I REMEMBER, WHEN THEY SAID THE LORD CALLED THEM BEFORE 2000, AND LOOKY, LOOKY, LOOKY, IT WAS SHEAR DECEPTION YOU ALL HIDE BEHIND MY FATHER'S TRUE NAME, I'M THAT QUEEN YOU ALL ARROGANTLY STARED US DOWN WHILE WE WHERE UP IN THE BALCONY, AND SEARCHED OUT ALL OF YOUR CHURCHES THESE, YEARS TO DISCERN, WHO LITERALLY WAS A FAKE PROPHET, & FAKE PROPHETESS !!!! YOUR SIN IS SO VERY DEEP, MY ELDER BROTHER JESUS CHRIST SPOKE ON THESE THINGS, IF YOUR EYES WOULD HAVE YOU TO LUST PLUCK IT OUT, AND SO ON IF ANYTHING CAUSED YOU TO ASTRAY YOU ALL WAS SUPPOSE TO FIX THIS CHOICE, BUT LOOKS LIKE ITS TOO LATE!!!! JUST LIKE YOU ALL USED ME FOR MONEY, I USED YOU DUMMIES TO STALL FOR ME TO MASTER ALL OF MY GIFTS AND TALENT'S WITH THE GOD OF ABRAHAM, THE GOD OF ISAAC, AND THE GOD OF JACOB HELP, OH YEAH, THOSE I ENCOUNTERED YALL TRIFLED WITH THEY WHERE LAUGHING, WE PIMPED OUR ENEMIES, THEIR ANGELS TOO, SO WE FOOLED ALL OF THE FOOLS SIS, I NEVER KNEW YOU WENT THROUGH THE SAME THINGS, I WENT THROUGH, I JUST KNEW YOUR MUSIC, ALWAYS MADE ME SMILE, AND LAUGH TO DRY UP MY TEARS AALIYAH, YOU WHERE QUITE THE OTHER QUEEN THAT HAD CLASS, STYLE, AND RIGHTEOUSNESS IN THE MIND AND HEART MY DEAR PRECIOUS SIS, THANKS FOR THE CLUE ABOUT MY BOAZ PARTNER HE IS QUITE THE MAN AMONG MEN, HE'S JUST WHAT I PRAYED TO GOD FOR ALL OF THESE YEARS, HEAARING YOUR PRAYERS IN THAT SAME VERY 2014 WHEN MY OTHER TRUE PARTNERS LEFT, AND RETURNED TO FATHER, CAUSE OF THOSE DAMN FAKES, ANOTHER SNEAKY UNDERHANDED TACTIC!!!! BUT NEVERTHELESS GIRL, HE'S VERY, VERY, VERY, BLESSED, AND HIGHLY FAVORED WITH GOD AND MAN, CHILD THIS BOAZ MAN GIRL, HE GOT THOSE SKILLS, LIKE YOUR HUSBAND, I MEAN LITERALLY THE PRAYERS, TOUCH HEAVEN AND MY HEART. OH LORD JESUS CHRIST OF NAZARETH SEE, I PATIENTLY OBEYED AND WAITED FOR THIS HOLY, RIGHTEOUS BOAZ MR. PATIENT ONE, HOPEFULLY YOU WILL TAKE THE TIME TO SEE THIS, BUT I REALLY DO THANK GOD FOR YOU, EACH AND EVERY SECOND, MINUTE, AND HOUR OF THE DAY BECAUSE YOU ARE MY PARTNER AND OF COURSE ME BEING THE KIND OF WOMAN I AM, I WILL PRAY FOR ANYTIME OF THE DAY JUST TO REMIND YOU, I LOVE YOU OH SO VERY  MUCH, BECAUSE YOU UNDERSTOOD ME, WHEN OTHERS MADE THINGS MORE HARDER ON ME, FOR MORE MONEY, THAT'S WHY YOUR TRIFLING DAMN PLAN WAS BROUGHT TO A NOUGHT INSTANTLY , GOD SENT THOSE DAMN THINGS STRAIGHT BACK TO HELL, FROM WHERE THEY CAME FROM!!!! LET THIS BE A LESSON TO YOU ALL, HE TOLD ME PERSONALLY I WAS PRECIOUS TO HIM[GODHEAD ADONAI HIS MAJESTY SAID HE WOULD GIVE MEN FOR MY LIFE, AND ALSO THAT HE WOULD CONFOUND YOU, BRING YOU TO A NOUGHT, AND THAT I WILL LOOK AND SEE YOU ALL NO MORE!!!! OH HALLELUJAH, GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST OF PRAISE JOINING BOAZ AND I TOGETHER, JESUS CHRIST SAID WHAT GOD HAS JOINED TOGETHER LET NO MAN PUT ASUNDER, WOOOOOOO WEEEEEEE, A LOT OF FOOLS OR INFIDELS ARE GOING TO STRAIGHT HELL ON A FIRST CLASS TRAIN TICKET, CAUSE ABEOJI, (FATHER GOD THEY HAVE BEEN VERY, VERY, VERY, AND VERY LOW DOWN TO ME JUST BECAUSE, WE MET EACH OTHER ON THAT VERY SPECIFIC DAY!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I TELL ON ANY DAMN ENEMY, NOW I'M TIRED OF YALL NO SENSE HAVING ASS, DON'T GET IN NO POSITION LIKE MANAGEMENT OR INTO THE TOP POSITIONS IN ANY CORPORATION, AND YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE SELF-CONTROL OVER YOURSELF IN KNOWING HOW TO TALK TO A PERSON, AND ASK FOR HELP THE RIGHT WAY! I WASN'T THE ONE WHO MADE THESE DAMN COMPANIES, AND PEOPLE INTO IDOLS, ACTING LIKE YOU ALL SO VERY IMPORTANT WHEN YOU ALL IS SO VERY STUPID!!!! DOG ON STRAIGHT, THIS LITTLE HOME GIRL GOD FREED, JUST TO GET YALL WICKED BLACK ASS BACK, AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW BLAME YOUR VERY OWN MEXICAN, & AFRICAN KIND THAT SNEAKED  OVER HEAR WITHOUT TRUE CERTIFIED DOCUMENTATION, HEY EVERYBODY ALL OVER THE WORLD, I'M TIRED OF THESE WICKED BASTARDS MAKING US LOOKING BAD WHEN WE HAVE BEEN, SINCERE IN DOING THINGS THE RIGHT WAY, WHILE THEY HAVE BEEN DOING THINGS THE WRONG WAY ALL OF THEIR LIVES!!!! I'M TELLING GOD ON THIS TREACHEROUS CRAP, TRAP THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS AND LUDACRIS, THIS IS INDEED BLASPHEMY....             THANK YOU HEAVENLY FATHER GOD, CAUSE PEOPLE IS ABOUT TO FIND OUT YOU ARE GOING TO BLAST THEIR DUMBASS STRAIGHT TO HELL JUST FOR YOU, FOR MESSING WITH YOUR ANOINTED  HAND PICKED PEOPLE.... OH I FEEL SO VERY GOOD THIS YEAR, IS LOOKING VERY LOVELY, I CAN WRITE, DESIGN, AND EVEN COME UP WITH NEW SONGS JUST FOR YOU MY KING OF GLORY!!!! THANK YOU OH SO VERY, MUCH FOR TEACHING ME EACH AND EVERYDAY, THAT LOVE{GOD} IS MORE PRECIOUS THAN ANYTHING, IN THIS WORLD... BLESS BOAZ WITH EVERYTHING HIS HEART TRULY DESIRE'S MY KING MAKE, EVERYTHING, AND EVERYDAY VERY LIGHT AND EASY DAYS, WITH THE HEDGE OF PROTECTION OF GOD'S GLORY PROTECTING HIM{BOAZ} EVERY SECOND, EVERY MINUTE, AND EVERY HOUR OF THE DAY, HE DON'T HAVE TO STRIVE WITH THESE DUMMIES NO MORE NEITHER MY KING, THANK YOU OH HEAVENLY FATHER FOR DELIVERING US FROM THESE EGYPT PLACES, PEOPLE WHO IS TOO SLOTHFUL, LAZY, AND WASTEFUL TO MAKE THEIR WRONGS RIGHT! INSTEAD THEY GET EVEN MORE ARROGANT, PRIDEFUL, AND HAUGHTY, YOU ALL FED THAT DAMN SNAKE NATURE ON YOUR OWN CHOICE, THEN IT IS NOW ABOUT TIME WE SHOW YOU ALL SHOW YOUR KIND THAT, WHEN GOD SAYS DON'T DO SOMETHING DON'T YOUR DUMBASS DO IT, YOU ALL HAVE BEEN ON MY TURF SENSE THE BEGINNING OF THIS YEAR, AND DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT, ANY REQUEST I ASK FATHER GOD, HE GRANTS ME IT, NOT BECAUSE OF MONEY, BUT BECAUSE I SAW THROUGH THIS CRAP IN YOUTH CHURCH, THAT THOSE OTHER KIDS, THEIR PARENTS SPOILED THEM SO VERY MUCH, THAT THEY FREELY HAD BABIES IN LUST IN FUNK BASICALLY, BECAUSE IT WAS THE LOVE FOR FLESH INSTEAD OF LOVE FOR SPIRITUAL THINGS! GALATIANS 5, TOLD ME HOW YOU ALL SERIOUSLY HAS MASTERED THE SIDE OF DECEPTION THESE DAYS, THAT IS WHY, PEOPLE COULDN'T TELL THAT THIS TRAVELING PREACHER DIRECTOR OF MUSIC {LIZZY THE DAUGHTER OF GOD}, WAS GIVING YOU ALL HINTS THAT FATHER WILL REPAY THE WICKED TO THEIR FACE SINCE THEY DIDN'T REPENT, FOR BREAKING HIS KIDS HEARTS AROUND THE WORLD, WHO SAID WE ALWAYS HAD TO BE IN A CHURCH BUILDING TO SHOW FATHER GOD'S LOVE TO OTHER'S THIS IS HOW I KNOW YOU ALL HAVE REALLY NEGLECTED READING THE HOLY BIBLE, JUST FOR YOUR OWN CROOKED AMBITION OF WEALTH!!!!                                                                MY GOD, KING, AND SAVIOR, IT'S NOT RIGHT TO TREAT YOU LIKE THIS WHEN, HONESTLY I AGREE WITH MY BIG SISTER BYNUM, ABOUT PRAISING YOU ALL THE TIME,                                          AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT, YOU DON'T OWE US NOTHING BUT STILL, YOU LOVE US, BY ALLOWING US THE ACCESS TO SEEK YOU WHOLEHEARTEDLY, THOSE 3 VERY PRECIOUS MEN                                       HEARTS FINALLY REACHED OUT TO ME, AND HONESTLY THANK YOU ALL OH SO VERY DEARLY, I WONDERED FOR A LONG TIME, ABOUT SEEING AND HONESTLY KNOWING                                       BOAZ, BECAUSE I DID RUN INTO A LOT OF FOOLISH BOYS, REALLY WHO JUST SAID DUMB COMPLIMENTS, TO ME THINKING I WAS A HARLOT, YOU JUST DIDN'T KNOW                                       CALLING ME THINGS I HATE, AND TELLING LIES TO MY FACE, AND ON ME JUST HEAPED COALS ON THIS FURY FOR ALL MY ENEMIES, I TOLD YOU THE SMITH'S ARE IN THE HOLY BIBLE                                     AND ARE IN THIS VERY CHAPTER ISAIAH CHAPTER 54!!!! YOU ALL MESSED WITH THE WRONG BABY GIRL, FAMILY I VALUED MY FAMILIES HAPPINESS MORE THAN MY OWN,                                     AS LONG AS THEY WHERE HAPPY I WAS HAPPY, BUT TO STRIKE MY DAD,BROTHER,AND SISTER  LIKE YOU ALL DID THROUGH YOUR YEARS THEY WHERE WITH ME AT THOSE TIMES.                                     I WASN'T PLAYING WITH NOBODY WHEN I SAID ONCE I FOUNDOUT, WHO TRULY CAUSED THE ASSAULT ON MY TWIN RIGHT UP UNDER MY NOSE, YOU ALL WAS GOING TO HAVE THE                                   ULTIMATE ELEMENTAL ATTACKS, THAT  ABEOJI FATHER GOD EVER MADE IN THIS EARTH, ON UP AND DOWN AND ALL THROUGHOUT YOUR TO FRO ASS, JAMES 1, TOLD                                    ME ABOUT THIS  VERY DOUBLE-MINDED, AND VERY UNSTABLE MINDED BEINGS/ WEEDS AND TARES THESE DAYS!!!! DON'T PITY YOUR ENEMIES YOU ALL, IT'S BEEN A LIE                                    YOU CAN'T LOVE BOTH LIKE OUR BROTHER JESUS CHRIST TOLD YOU ALL, YOU CAN'T SERVE 2 MASTERS! EITHER YOU ALL SERVE GOD OR MAMMOTH, THEIR                                    ARE DEADLY DECISIONS OF BETRAYING GOD FOR THAT WICKED BEAST. YOU BECAME IT'S CHILD ON YOUR OWN CHOICE, SO I WON'T MAKE NO EXCUSES FOR YOU ALL                                    BECAUSE YOU ALL LOVED THAT THING INSTEAD OF MY HEAVENLY FATHER GOD, I SEE WHY GOD DECIDED TO DO THE THINGS, HE DID THROUGH GENESIS TO REVELATION,                                    BECAUSE PEOPLE MINDS AND HEARTS, WHERE VERY WICKED!!!! OH DEAR BOAZ, THEY REALLY HAVE ANGERED HIM SO VERY MUCH, IT'S QUITE THE KIND OF THING                                   THAT REALLY GET YOU WANTING TO BOOK A FLIGHT FROM EVERYBODY, WHO WALKS IN DARKNESS{ NEGRO IS STATED AS BLACK IN SPANISH LANGUAGE} SO YOU                                  ALL FAKED EVERYTHING, TO GET PEOPLE TO FEEL BAD FOR YOU, PRETENDING AS IF YOU ALL ARE INNOCENT, SHOOT, I DIDN'T KNOW YALL WAS GOING TO LEAVE BOAZ AND                                   I WITH THESE KINDS OF PEOPLE, THE KID'S OF LIGHT ARE SCARED OF WHAT THE WORLD THINK OF THEM, WHILE THE KID'S OF DARK TALK TOO DAMN MUCH THESE DAYS!                                   ALL BECAUSE YOU ALL TRYING TO FIT IN, WITH EVERYBODY!!!! IF YOU HAVE TO BETRAY OWNER{GOD= LORD GOD ALMIGHTY} FOR A CREEP, THEN YOU JUST NEVER LOVED GOD AT ALL,                                  YOU JUST LIED!!!!     I PROMISE YOU THIS THOUGH MY KING, YOU ARE VERY TRULY GUARANTEED, BECAUSE YOU LOVED BOAZ AND I, AND KEPT US ALL OF THESE YEARS,                                   AND YOU CONTINUE TO KEEP US, WE WILL ACKNOWLEDGE YOU, AND KEEP YOU FIRST NO MATTER WHO DON'T DO IT ANYMORE, I CAN'T IMAGINE SEEING                                   YOUR FACE RIGHT NOW, KNOWING THAT THE VERY ONES YOU CREATED REVOLTED ON YOU, BECAUSE THEY LOVED THEIRSELVES MORE, THAN WORSHIPPING YOU                                    AND WHAT'S WORSE IS THAT THEY ARE USING THEIR MUSIC TO HINDER THE PEOPLE GROWTH IN DISCERNING WHO THEY ARE!!!! I TOLD YOU DUMMIES,                                   I WAS THE OLDER PROTECTOR OF MUSIC FOR FATHER GOD, JUST IN CASE, THOSE ADVERSARIES, STARTED TO GET ANXIOUS, BECAUSE THAT YOUNG KING AT THE AGE                                  OF 16, YOU ALL TOOK HIS INVENTIONS, AND PUT YOUR NAMES ON MY DEAR BROTHERS INVENTIONS, HE WAS SO TROUBLED BY THAT, HE HAD ALREADY HAD RECIEVED                                 A CONCUSION, IN HIS YOUNGER YEARS,BECAUSE OF A WICKED ASS P.E TEACHER SLAMMED HIM UP AGAINST A LOCKER. THAT'S WHY I'VE ALWAYS HATED THOSE TEACHERS                                 WHO WHERE WICKED, CAUSE THEY LIED ON THE OBEDIENT CHILD, AND ALWAYS FAVORED THE WICKED CHILDREN! AND OH YEAH, MY DAD'S TRIFLING ASS JOB                                HE WORKED FOR WAS SO DAMN CHEAP AND WICKED THE MAIN CAPITAL HEAD BRANCH OF THE PLACE CALLED RIGHT AFTER MY DAD RETURNED BACK TO HEAVEN THEY                                MADE A CALL TO THE HOSPITAL TO MAKE SURE MY DAD LEFT ME, NOT EVEN THINKING ABOUT IF HE HAD A BABY, YOU ALL SHOULD HAVE COMPENSATED MY DADDY                                SEEING THAT ONE OF YOUR DAMN TRIFLING ASS EMPLOYEE'S DROPPED THE CONSTRUCTION BALL ON MY DAD'S HEAD WHILE HE WAS STILL A YOUNG TEENAGER,                                HE WAS A WALKING MIRACLE, BUT I LOVED THOSE 2 PRECIOUS HOLY MEN OF GOD, CAUSE THEY WOULD HAVE NEVER ALLOWED ME TO WORK UPUNDER                                BASTARDS LIKE YALL, JUST BECAUSE THEY KNEW I WOULD HELP ANOTHER RIGHTEOUS MAN AND WOMAN OF GOD, WITHOUT ANY QUESTION!  SO DON'T ACT                               AS IF YOU ALL KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT BOAZ OR I HAVE BEEN THROUGH IN THIS WORLD DEALING WITH UPHOLDING RIGHTEOUSNESS, WHILE PUTTING THESE                                WICKED TARES, ALL AT THE SAME TIME!!!! I DON'T CARE WHO IN THE HELL GAVE YALL TALK SHOWS, OR WHATEVER, I SUGGEST YOU KEEP YOUR MOUTH OFF OF OUR                                   LIFE STORIES, CAUSE YOU ALL DON'T KNOW A DAMN THING!!!! TRY ME IF YOU WANT TOO, YOU WILL REGRET THE DAY YOU EVER BLASPHEMED MY FATHER GOD NAME!!!!                                         THIS IS NOT A THREAT, AND UNLIKE YALL I DON'T DEAL WITH TERRIOTS, YOU ALL ARE WORSE THAN ANYTHING, CAUSE YOU USE THE SCRIPTURES,                                           TO HIDE HOW WICKED, YOU ALL HAVE BEEN THROUGH THE YEARS, BUT I'M VERY CERTAIN THIS YEAR WILL BE TOTALLY IN OUR FAVOR THIS YEAR!!!!                                                {CAUSE THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN IS AT HAND DAILY, AND ALWAYS, FOREVER, AND EVERMORE, MY KING OF GLORY, THANK YOU AMEN, AND AMEN!!!!