Munro Lee Tynne

16-Ravenclaw-Sixth she/her/hers RAVENCLAW{ wear }

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Revisited

After a week of constant care, feeding, helping with every basic human need, Munro had finally regained the use of her arms. Her body was getting stronger every day, but her mind still needed a lot of work. Magical scars were much harder to heal than natural ones, so a lot of the words “mudblood” were still on her body, but at least they were faded a bit.

If her thoughts were coherent at ll, she might have been able to remember some signs so she could communicate her needs, but she couldn’t. Her mind was gone for the time being.

She was simply looking around when she saw a familiar face.

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[albus-thesecond-deactivated2018]

Albus had been debating this for too long. 

He knew she was gone, he knew she was taken, just like his sister; but now she was back. He considered not visiting her at all, just because of the mixed feelings, but he knew he was better than that. He had to go. There wasn’t any other option. Even if the very thoughts made him feel sick to his stomach. 

He saw her as soon as he walked in. She looked very peaceful, normal even, except for the fact that she had scars all over her body. The very sight of the word “mudblood” made him cringe, and his insides churned with anger and sadness. 

No one deserved this. Especially not the girl he was once so in love with. 

He approached her slowly, not exactly sure how to handle this situation. Still across the room, he saw her notice him. He froze in his spot for a moment before continuing. “Munro?” he said, after a moment. He walked forward steadily, eyes wandering to each individual scar. Once he was finally next to the bed, he opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t find any words. He didn’t have the slightest clue of what to say. 

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Munro. She recognized that word, everyone had said it around her constantly. She had heard it so often that she turned and looked whenever she heard it. When this boy said it, she looked closely at his face.

A lot of emotions meandered around her head. Joy, sadness, love, fondness, just a lot of things that she didn’t know what she was experiencing. When he sat down next to her, she simply looked at him quizzically, trying to remember who he was. She knew him, she wouldn’t have these types of emotions for a stranger, but she couldn’t tell.

She felt her slips pull up into a slight smile, but confusion was the main emotion on her face.

[i-am-munroleetynne]

Revisited

After a week of constant care, feeding, helping with every basic human need, Munro had finally regained the use of her arms. Her body was getting stronger every day, but her mind still needed a lot of work. Magical scars were much harder to heal than natural ones, so a lot of the words “mudblood” were still on her body, but at least they were faded a bit.

If her thoughts were coherent at ll, she might have been able to remember some signs so she could communicate her needs, but she couldn’t. Her mind was gone for the time being.

She was simply looking around when she saw a familiar face.

[i-am-munroleetynne]

Worth it?

Munro woke up.

She could barely open her eyes, it was too bright outside. Or at least she assumed she was outside, she couldn’t really remember what outside was like. Every part of her body was covered in scars, the scars forming letters, the letters forming one word; mudblood.

She couldn’t tell where she was, but all she knew was the pain, and the darkness, and the voices. Where was she now? And did they finally release her? Was she free?

If her thoughts had any coherency, they would be “Help, please, anyone.”

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Erian had been walking back and forth across the grounds, simply taking a bit of time alone. It was midday, the grounds were silent. The birds simply never seemed to chirp anymore around Hogwarts, it seemed after the disappearance of Munro and Lily Hogwarts seemed to all but stop. The chilly spring air made her glad that Hogwarts layered in robes- pulling her blue-lined ones tighter to her chest, deciding to finally make her way back to Ravenclaw tower.

It was almost by chance that the wind blew her hair, catching it in her face. Erian turned her head to push it to the side, noticing a moving body of some sorts. Hogwarts had lots of weird things that surprised Erian every day, but even this was way too out of place, even for Hogwarts. Every step closer made her realize who the body was, her emotions going crazy. Munro was back, but Merlin’s Beard, at what cost?

“Munro?” Erian said softly, now kneeling down next to her. Her eyes could have popped out of their sockets from how much she was trying to comprehend the situation. Was it really her? Was this real? “Do you need help?”

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Munro looked up, not being able to respond, but she did know that this person was familiar, and in a good sense. If she could smile at all, she would, but the pain was too much. She tried to speak, but her body was rejecting the notion.

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Worth it?

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Simon held her tighter, feeling her tighten up. “I’m still here Munro.” He said softly. “I’m not leaving until you say so.”

Simon pushed open the door to the hospital wing and laid her in the first open bed he found, before pouring a glass of water for her. “Drink.” He said gently, helping to tip the cup.

[i-am-munroleetynne]

She happily gulped as fast as she could, quickly draining the cup in less than ten seconds. It was heavenly, her throat was begging for more. She kept trying to get more water out of the cup, despite there being none.

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“Aguamenti.” Simon quickly cast into the cup, giving Munro more water. He looked around and noticed the Matron. He quickly waved him over to the two of them. “The matron is coming.” He promised.

[i-am-munroleetynne]

She continued to drink, even sipping after the matron started tending to her wounds. The matron said something to Simon with the words “must”, “rest”, “shock”, “back”, and “later.” 

[i-am-munroleetynne]

Worth it?

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Simon held her tighter, feeling her tighten up. “I’m still here Munro.” He said softly. “I’m not leaving until you say so.”

Simon pushed open the door to the hospital wing and laid her in the first open bed he found, before pouring a glass of water for her. “Drink.” He said gently, helping to tip the cup.

[i-am-munroleetynne]

She happily gulped as fast as she could, quickly draining the cup in less than ten seconds. It was heavenly, her throat was begging for more. She kept trying to get more water out of the cup, despite there being none.

[i-am-munroleetynne]

Worth it?

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The hissing became softer as she realized it was futile, she simply closed her eyes and listened to his nice words. Hearing the words “I love you” gave her the motivation to keep trying. She didn’t know exactly what was happening, but she knew she had to try to do this. The hissing returned, louder, if slightly more shaky than before. All she wanted was to say his name. Nothing else mattered. All the pain, the scars, the humiliation, the starvation, the cold, ALL of it would be worth it if she could just say his fucking name.

The hiss continued.

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“You can do it Munro.” Simon whispered softly, kissing her again. He gently brushed some of her hair out of her face. He tried to think of something… Anything that might help her. He took her hand and raised it to is face. “Do you need water?” He whispered.

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She continued to hiss as she looked up at him, pleadingly. She hoped he would understand that water, food, rest, everything. She needed everything. But how could she tell him that when she couldn’t even say his name? She simply looked at him, the hiss still going, praying he would understand something.

[simonlockhartbnw-blog]

Simon nodded as if he understood. He kissed her once more before picking her up gently, trying not to hurt her. He took a moment to debate where to take her. “Blink once for the common room or twice for the hospital wing.” He finally said, slowly moving towards the castle.

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Munro tried to wrap her head around what he said, but something was telling her to… blink. Blink.

Her thoughts were nothing at this point. All she had were emotions floating in her brain. Confusion, exhaustion, relief.

But in this boys arms, another feeling crept in, something she couldn’t remember feeling, ever. Safe.

[simonlockhartbnw-blog]

Simon kept his eyes on Munro as he walked. Two blinks. Hospital wing it was. He nodded softly approaching the castle. “Almost there.” He murmured, as he opened one of the doors. It was then that he regretted not taking better care of himself as he struggled to get the door open. “Stay with me Munro.” He whispered.

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“Grateful” was now another feeling to add to the list. She continued to hiss, trying desperately to say his name in gratitude. Although she knew she was safe, the memories of the torture were still ever present in her skin, causing an awful tingle all throughout her body. In response, her body clenched together to try and fight the pain off, but she wouldn’t let herself stop hissing.

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Worth it?

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The hissing became softer as she realized it was futile, she simply closed her eyes and listened to his nice words. Hearing the words “I love you” gave her the motivation to keep trying. She didn’t know exactly what was happening, but she knew she had to try to do this. The hissing returned, louder, if slightly more shaky than before. All she wanted was to say his name. Nothing else mattered. All the pain, the scars, the humiliation, the starvation, the cold, ALL of it would be worth it if she could just say his fucking name.

The hiss continued.

[simonlockhartbnw-blog]

“You can do it Munro.” Simon whispered softly, kissing her again. He gently brushed some of her hair out of her face. He tried to think of something… Anything that might help her. He took her hand and raised it to is face. “Do you need water?” He whispered.

[i-am-munroleetynne]

She continued to hiss as she looked up at him, pleadingly. She hoped he would understand that water, food, rest, everything. She needed everything. But how could she tell him that when she couldn’t even say his name? She simply looked at him, the hiss still going, praying he would understand something.

[simonlockhartbnw-blog]

Simon nodded as if he understood. He kissed her once more before picking her up gently, trying not to hurt her. He took a moment to debate where to take her. “Blink once for the common room or twice for the hospital wing.” He finally said, slowly moving towards the castle.

[i-am-munroleetynne]

Munro tried to wrap her head around what he said, but something was telling her to... blink. Blink.

Her thoughts were nothing at this point. All she had were emotions floating in her brain. Confusion, exhaustion, relief.

But in this boys arms, another feeling crept in, something she couldn’t remember feeling, ever. Safe.

[i-am-munroleetynne]

Worth it?

[i-am-munroleetynne]

The hissing became softer as she realized it was futile, she simply closed her eyes and listened to his nice words. Hearing the words “I love you” gave her the motivation to keep trying. She didn’t know exactly what was happening, but she knew she had to try to do this. The hissing returned, louder, if slightly more shaky than before. All she wanted was to say his name. Nothing else mattered. All the pain, the scars, the humiliation, the starvation, the cold, ALL of it would be worth it if she could just say his fucking name.

The hiss continued.

[simonlockhartbnw-blog]

“You can do it Munro.” Simon whispered softly, kissing her again. He gently brushed some of her hair out of her face. He tried to think of something… Anything that might help her. He took her hand and raised it to is face. “Do you need water?” He whispered.

[i-am-munroleetynne]

She continued to hiss as she looked up at him, pleadingly. She hoped he would understand that water, food, rest, everything. She needed everything. But how could she tell him that when she couldn’t even say his name? She simply looked at him, the hiss still going, praying he would understand something.

[i-am-munroleetynne]

Worth it?

[i-am-munroleetynne]

The hissing became softer as she realized it was futile, she simply closed her eyes and listened to his nice words. Hearing the words “I love you” gave her the motivation to keep trying. She didn’t know exactly what was happening, but she knew she had to try to do this. The hissing returned, louder, if slightly more shaky than before. All she wanted was to say his name. Nothing else mattered. All the pain, the scars, the humiliation, the starvation, the cold, ALL of it would be worth it if she could just say his fucking name.

The hiss continued.

[i-am-munroleetynne]

Worth it?

Munro woke up.

She could barely open her eyes, it was too bright outside. Or at least she assumed she was outside, she couldn’t really remember what outside was like. Every part of her body was covered in scars, the scars forming letters, the letters forming one word; mudblood.

She couldn’t tell where she was, but all she knew was the pain, and the darkness, and the voices. Where was she now? And did they finally release her? Was she free?

If her thoughts had any coherency, they would be “Help, please, anyone.”

[simonlockhartbnw-blog]

Simon was once again making his way outside to get away from everyone.  He just felt so useless unable to think of any other way to rescue Munro.  He was making his way down to the lake, figuring it was early enough that no one would bother him.  

He looked around a little bit before seeing a figure on the ground.  I may be depressed but I’m not an asshole anymore He thought as he began to walk towards the figure.  He was about to open his mouth to call out to the person when he stopped in his tracks.  There was no way…  “Munro?!” He shouted, tears welling as he broke into a run.

He pulled out his wand and got down beside her casting every spell he could think of, trying to bring her back to consciousness.  Eventually he stopped casting and just knelt there crying, holding her gently.

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Her eyes opened slightly, responding to what she believed to be her name. Her mind was a ball of sludge, but she had a feeling she knew this figure. The voice... her body felt one thing besides pain in that moment. Hope.

As he held her, she tried to say what she thought was his name, but the word would not escape her lips no matter how hard she tried. All that came out was a low hiss as the first letter repeated itself over and over. She could hear him cry, and she felt like she should too, although all her tears had been used before.

Apparently, she had an endless supply, because as the hiss got more angry at her inability to speak, her tears came flowing as well.

[i-am-munroleetynne]

Worth it?

Munro woke up.

She could barely open her eyes, it was too bright outside. Or at least she assumed she was outside, she couldn’t really remember what outside was like. Every part of her body was covered in scars, the scars forming letters, the letters forming one word; mudblood.

She couldn’t tell where she was, but all she knew was the pain, and the darkness, and the voices. Where was she now? And did they finally release her? Was she free?

If her thoughts had any coherency, they would be “Help, please, anyone.”

[i-am-munroleetynne]

A Switch in... Everything

“You should have gone insane by now, you worthless rubbish!” the Death Eater swore at Munro, after a full hour of the cruciatus curse.

“In all honesty, I don’t know,” she thought to herself, too mentally and physically in pain to speak. “But I wish I had, maybe I would be done with this agony.”

Scars now covered her body, the same word practically tattooed on her skin over and over again in bloody letters. “Mudblood.”

He was impatient for a Death Eater. This had been going on for a few days or weeks, Munro had lost track. The unnamed blood elitist yelled in annoyance and cast it again, and she continued to writhe in pain on the ground, screaming in pure anguish.

More time passed. Munro had no idea how long this spell lasted, but it seemed shorter than the others. The Death Eater screamed angry and yelled “How are you resisting?!”

She didn’t answer, but she did make a request instead. “Kill me.”

He snarled sadistically. “I would love to, but I have strict orders to keep you alive until someone decides to come and get you. But I’ll give you something to look forward to. If no one walks into our trap in two weeks, I will kill you myself. How does that sound, mudblood?”

She didn’t have enough energy to cry anymore.

[i-am-munroleetynne]

No Light

I open my eyes slowly, but I see no light.

I’m still in my bra and underwear from changing in the store. My eyes finally adjust after a few minutes, and I see I’m in a cage, maybe five feet in diameter. I look around to see if there was anyone there. A person A sound? Any indication of where I am?

Oh shit, Lily!

As if on queue, a tall scrawny figure walks down some stairs and comes towards me.

“Oh, the abomination finally wakes up,” he taunted, his voice sounding like he’s smoked fifty fags a day for fifty years.

“Where is Lily?!” I ask angrily, grabbing the bars of the cage and shaking them.

“Tsk tsk tsk,” he clicked his tongue at me. “Typical mudblood. Too stupid to worry about their own safety before someone else’s.” He slowly brings out his wand and points it towards me. “Ms. Potter is safe and sound, unlike how you will be.”

I hear a word all too familiar to me as he casts “Crucius.”

Pain. Indescribable pain, coursing through my body, I collapse and scream, begging for it to stop. Of course, I’ve felt this before, but Simon was trying to help. This man only wants me to suffer, and he is succeeding.

I have no idea how long has passed before he stops and I can catch my breath. My body aches, as if I had been running for years. I look up at the man and do something I usually never do. I beg.

“Please, please let me go,” I finally manage to say. He laughs cruelly.

“It’s astounding to me how you could be this stupid and be  one of the smartest witches at Hogwarts. You don’t realize what is happening, do you? We have the only Potter daughter, and she will be kept safe until Harry surrenders, but you? We will keep you barely alive until someone decides you are worthy of rescue, although I doubt it. No one cares about such a waste of space like you. But as soon as someone does show up, you will be killed. One less filthy mudblood to ruin the world.”

My eyes continue to water, but I don’t respond. I simply resign myself to my fate.

So this is how I will die.

[i-am-munroleetynne]

Munro Lee Tynne (1/??)

[i-am-munroleetynne]

Munro loves reading, flying, and her elf owl, Sloane. She also misses her brother Ryler terribly, and thinks about him every day. She also feels like she does not deserve the good fortune she has been given, hence the atelophobia.

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“Yeah, I think the jumpers are just over that way,” Lily nodded. “I’ll come back to try stuff on in a few minutes and we can model for each other.” Lily started towards the selection of sweaters and found herself lost in it. She wasn’t the biggest fashionista but for some reason the coziness and cuteness of sweaters always caught her attention. She grabbed at least ten knits, hoping Munro hadn’t already tried on the dress and put it back in the time it took her to find her own clothes.

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I look in the mirror and sigh before I start undressing. I lay my clothes down on the ground before I pick up the dress to hold it in front of me. Before I can put it over my head, I hear a raspy “Silencio” and I can no longer make noise. I try screaming anyway, before a dark figure in a metal mask wraps his arm around my neck and points his wand in the air, disapperating us to who knows where.

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“Yeah, my winter wardrobe is getting old,” Lily said. She started towards Gladrags, almost desperate to get this over and back to the castle where she could return to her work. She didn’t truly care about clothes all that much, but what else were they going to do? 

“I’m thinking maroon or blue. Maybe I can actually pair it with a skirt and look half decent for my next date with Jay,” she chuckled. She opened the door to the shop and gestured for Munro to step inside, glad that the clothing store was so close to the exit from her secret tunnel.

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I try to pep up and add to the shallow conversation. “You should use maroon, I’m pretty sure Jay likes red, right?” I ask, before noticing a dress in the corner that looks like it would fit me. I walk over and grab it, then look at the price. It’s too expensive, but it would still be fun to try on. “Is it alright if I try this while you look?” I ask Lily, noticing the dress has pockets and I’m immediately happier about it.

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“That would be great, considering Professor Voronkov will never help us out,” Lily told her.

-TIME SKIP-

They arrived in the town quickly, the tunnel only taking a few minutes to walk through. Lily turned to Munro, trying to put on a happy face as the other girl had suggested. “So, where to first? My vote is for Gladrags or Spintwitches. I do need some new jumpers to get me through the winter, but I won’t complain if we check out some quality quidditch gear.”

[i-am-munroleetynne]

“Jumpers it is!” I smile, only slightly less fake than Lily’s. I also couldn’t afford new quidditch gear, considering turning muggle money into wizards money was a pain in the arse. I lead her into the shop before looking around at all the clothes, my smile fading. “Um... I... don’t know what to do now,” I admit. “You said you needed a few jumpers, right?”