The Unnerving Bet (Marauders' era)

[Ginny Weasly]

Oh my god, you have such a devilish mind to be able t think about the werewolf thing...good job.

[dobby888]

Yeah 180% amazing!! I hadn't even thought about that.

Maybe they notice Remus' mouth moving, and then since his eyes are closed (you can make them be closed) and so they think he's praying for help or something

[N.Black1753]

((Sorry this has taken so long. Here's part one of chapter eight.))

The scream that came when finally Nadia could not hold her own against torture hurt more than any scream Remus had ever endured. Every weary muscle in his body tensed, his jaw clenched, and his heart painfully skipped a beat in its already heavy tattoo against his chest. Things had officially gone from bad to worse—no, no, that wasn't right. Things had skipped right over worse and sped on to horrible, to dire, even. How were they going to get out alive?

"Cru—"

"No, no, unfortunately that's enough! The Dark Lord said to leave her once she cracked," admonished an undistinguishable male voice from underneath a mask. "He'll delight in picking up where we so humbly left off." Remus gulped. He didn't make the mistake of assuming that Nadia was in any condition to grapple with Voldemort himself.    

She wasn't.

Low, rumbling laughs—irritatingly mixed with Bellatrix's high-pitched giggling—followed the Death Eaters out of the dark room. How much time had passed since they had come in? Remus didn't know. It seemed like centuries. Ages. Eons. Too long, by far.

His chair shook as Nadia coughed and sniffled. Was she crying? He listened. Yes, Nadia was either crying or shaking in fear. Wouldn't have made your pathetic heart ache two months ago, some voice insolently commented.

We weren't partners two months ago, and besides, I hated her, he snapped inwardly at the hateful voice.

Forget him, a gentler side said of the rude one. Comfort her.

How? he wondered. What did one say in this sort of situation? 'Hey, there there, it'll all be alright'? Remus rolled his eyes. Of course not. As a matter of fact, there was a strong possibility that the opposite would be the outcome of their increasingly bleak situation.

"Nadia?" he asked. Oh yeah, the voice jabbed at him, comforting.

She mumbled something that, even with the earpiece, Remus didn't catch. He frowned. This wasn't the Nadia that had tormented him throughout school or thrown daggers into a table and pulled them out repeatedly just to get on his last nerve. Remus wasn't even sure if this was Nadia. It wasn't any part of Nadia he'd ever seen—or, he thought, heard—before.

He really wished he could do something, even if it wasn't play hero and get them the hell out of this bloody room. Nadia was worse off than Remus originally thought. She might have been a little better with sleep, he supposed, but there was no sleep in these d**ned wooden chairs! There were definitely blackouts, but those weren't very restful. There certainly were no dreams...

Just nightmares.

Flexing his hand, Remus winced. His muscles were getting stiff, a culmination of staying still for so long and the beginning of his symptoms before the full moon. He almost jumped when he felt another hand brush against his, settling down when he realized it was just Nadia's.

The gentle voice in his head nudged him, and he could almost see it smile encouragingly. Slowly, with a little stab of pain, Remus took Nadia's slim hand in his rough one. As he rubbed little circles on the back of her hand with his thumb, Remus heard Nadia begin to calm down. Her breathing pattern slowed to a normal one, and she wasn't shivering so violently anymore.

There, said the gentle voice. Good job.

Remus couldn't find it in him to disagree.

((Like I said, so sorry! I had it last week, but the site wasn't working. Thoughts?))

[dobby888]

Really good I absolutely love it!!!  I would very much like it if they can get out of there alive though