Post by Blaine Landon Koon on Jan 28, 2018 23:12:02 GMT -5
It was almost noon when Blaine woke up with the sun beating down on him from a break in the tree branches above him. Almost immediately upon waking up, he found himself vomiting violently, which caused a piercing pain in his chest with each heave – when it was over he laid on his side in the dirt and leaves on that forest floor for a while, his memories of the night before piecing themselves back together. He had woken up in one of his fathers’ cellars, they had eventually fought as he tried to escape – and then it was too late. It was out of his control, he started to transform, and then as a full werewolf he had attacked Cato.
Throughout the fight, his father had managed to block every attempt Blaine’s wolfish form took at biting him. For a moment, he remembered a point where he almost thought he had actually killed him – but then he remembered being attacked again, thrown into the trunk of a very large tree. However, it was clear that he had injured him badly as after that, even in a weakened state, he was able to get far enough away that he didn’t think Blackwell would find him right away. His whole body felt weak and in pain, it was hard to tell exactly what hurt for a while, and he ended up passing out again for several hours, not waking again until it was well past dark.
This time, he woke up, started a small campfire with magic, and finally started to check himself over for all his injuries. His right leg that had been set to heal and splinted when he woke up at Cato’s was most definitely broken again, he could barely move or touch it let alone stand to walk on it – great, he thought to himself. His left wrist was also extremely swollen and bruised, and he was unable to move it – suggesting that it was broken as well – and his ribs were almost certainly cracked and bruised once again, if not entirely broken this time. On top of that, he had deep gashes from his own claws because once he was away from anyone or anything to attack, he had turned to attacking himself until the moon sank and the sun started to rise.
There was no way around it, he didn’t know enough healing magic himself to fix his injuries – he needed medical attention of some sort but was too weak to go anywhere just yet. So, he stayed the night where he was in the forest and used the most basic healing magic he could to help ease some of the pain and make even a short amount of walking the next day a possibility – but he didn’t sleep, just in case his father had Nex members out in the forest searching for him.
He needed to get away from here, somewhere safe, not only for him, but safe for others as well. His father would keep looking for him – at least with some degree of effort even if it wasn’t much – so he couldn’t risk going back to find out how Juliette, Sirius, Claire and the other aurors were just yet. They were all injured, likely at the hospital still, and his dad would certainly be able to find him and them there – and that put all of them, and everyone in the hospital at risk.
The following morning, just before the sun came up, he apparated to a far-off town in England that was well over a hundred miles away, his father wouldn’t bother going that far to look for him… would he? He found himself in an alleyway outside of a muggle hospital – and he only had to drag his broken leg a few steps out of the alley and in front of a glass door before someone saw his bloodied state and rushed out to help him.
They had a wheelchair and his tired body collapsed into it with relief and they brought him inside. On the paperwork he simply lied – hiding under the alias Landon Reed, choosing to use his middle name as his first, and the surname of the female Nex member that was the closest thing to a mother he had ever known. He also proceeded to tell them he was nineteen years old – the only things he didn’t lie about were being homeless and being an orphan with no living relatives.
After several hours they had set the bones in his broken leg and wrist and put thick casts on both; they also cleaned, stitched and bandaged several cuts and wrapped bandages around his ribs. Whenever they questioned him about what happened he simply refused to speak, until he eventually said he couldn’t talk about it, followed by a quick grabbing of his wand out of his pants pocket, then using a spell that would make them forget they ever asked or wanted to know in the first place. The doctors let him stay for a week, then released him and referred him to a homeless shelter – so Blaine took the opportunity of a free place to heal where Blackwell was unlikely to find him.
He knew it hadn’t been long enough, that Juliette wouldn’t be back at school, and Sirius wouldn’t be back in his office – so he couldn’t risk going back to London or the school until they were all more healed up, just in case. So, “Landon Reed” spent another few weeks at the muggle shelter, eating anything they provided, sleeping a lot of the time, and just generally kept to himself the entire time. Then he woke up one morning feeling awful and he knew his time there was almost up – there was no way he could stay with the full moon getting ready to come around again, it put too many lives in danger. So that was the last night he stayed here, as tired as he was he gathered up the backpack full of clothes and essentials that the shelter had put together for him and he left that night when everyone was asleep.
Blaine hadn’t used much magic over the last few weeks – but he knew that the ministry couldn’t track him that way anyway, Blackwell had erased his name from their paperwork and data somehow. That was the only reason Blaine got away with using magic, and apparating and stuff like that, without the ministry catching on to it. Unfortunately, he wasn’t so sure that there wasn’t a way for Blackwell to track him from his use of magic – so he was trying to keep it to a minimum. When he was safely away from the shelter and any nearby businesses, he apparated to a side street in London not far from the phonebooth entrance to the Ministry.
It wasn’t the first time he had done this – Blackwell had him and others break into the Ministry of Magic more times than he could count, to get information, to take photos of someone, some for one-time situations and others had infiltrated departments and came in to work every day. For Blaine, it had always been to break in to the aurors department and gather what intel they already had on situations that had been at the fault of the Nex. Using a disillusionment charm to keep himself hidden and with Sirius Potter’s security codes, Blaine soon found himself in the aurors department, and then in Sirius and Claire’s office, where he finally lifted the charm.
It had seemed like they had already left for the day, but that was not the case as Sirius returned to the office – Blaine had been standing by his desk, facing the other way when the door opened. He spun around, wand at the ready, until he realized it was Sirius who had entered the office and he threw his hands up in surrender. “I um…” he said, nervous and uncertain of what was going to come of this. “I’d like to turn myself in…”
He started off with telling Sirius how incredibly sorry he was for what happened to Juliette, and to him and Claire; then he went on to confess to a series of break-ins at the ministry, the fact that he took part in kidnappings that had led to murder, the fact that in his werewolf form he had both murdered and turned others into a monster like him, and eventually, he even admitted to the fact that originally he had been told to get close to Juliette to get to him, but ended up actually caring for her.
By the time he was done, he had agreed to help Sirius, Claire, the Order of the Phoenix, and the aurors, in any way he could to defeat Cato Blackwell. He wanted nothing more than to play a part in bringing him down once and for all, so it wasn’t a hard agreement to make. Sirius said he didn’t want to see a young life ruined – so he was giving him a chance, as long as he helped them, didn’t turn on them, and finished school when all was said and done. For now, they would set up a safe place for him for the full moon, which was still another night away, but it would also serve as a safe house for him while he healed and while they worked to find and stop Cato, hopefully without having to involve him as a double-agent, but he had told Sirius he was more than willing if it came down to it. Aurors would guard it, to ensure his and everyone else’s safety as well.
But first, Blaine had just one request – and surprisingly, Sirius didn’t deny it to him.
So now he found himself sitting in the Headmasters Office at Hogwarts, nervous as hell, still tired, nauseous, and certainly looking like hell still. Though he was able to walk on his leg now he still had a black cast that ends right under his knee – wearing a pair of jeans with the side of the pant leg cut to make room for the cast, with an army boot on his uninjured foot – the other in his backpack. He wore a plain grey t-shirt, with a dark blue flannel long sleeve shirt over, his left hand and wrist also still wrapped in a black cast from the muggle hospital. Most of the bruising and small cuts and even the larger gashes were mostly healed – much of it leaving new scars, including one along his jawline from his own claws during the last full moon.
After a short talk with the headmaster, Sirius had gone to get Juliette from her common room, but wouldn’t be able to tell her why, no one else could know Blaine was here just yet. It was only about eight o’clock at night, so they would be given a couple of hours with each other in the headmaster’s office while the headmaster went into Hogsmeade for a nightcap, and Sirius would stand guard outside while they got a chance to talk. By then, the members of the Order he had asked to have a safe house ready for him would be done, and he would stay there until further notice.
Right now, however, all he wanted to see was that Juliette and their unborn children were still okay… He had to hope she didn’t hate him after all of this… he wouldn’t blame her if she did though. It had been a long month of waiting and wondering how things had worked out. Sirius was still moving sort of slowly, his movements were still stiff – but he seemed to be recovering well. Blaine could only hope the same or better for Juliette after all she had been through. He sat there tapping his fingers on the wooden arm of the chair, wishing that Sirius would hurry up and Juliette would come in already – finally seeing that she was okay would at least ease some of his stress.
