The Bad Samaritan
Alex woke with a shuddering gasp. The last thing he remembered was unlocking the door to the Cake Walk that morning but now he was surrounded by.... stone? And darkness. The floor beneath him was rough and hard and as his eyes adjusted he realized there were bars just ahead of him. He wasn’t just in a cell, he was in a dungeon, and the thick stone combined with his heavy breathing, the quick pace of his heart, made him truly deaf to any sound that may have been coming toward him. When he scrabbled around his wand was gone but he didn’t panic yet. He’d always been good with wandless magic. It was difficult but he could do it, and his first thought, as it always was, was Alastor. He closed his eyes and summoned up a happy memory- he and Alastor’s first real kiss, on their fifth date when Alex got so flustered he didn’t give the other man any warning and ended up locking lips with him while they were in the middle of doing dishes, because he’d waited long enough to do it- and whispered “Expecto patronum” while making a gesture with his hands, helping the spell flow easier without the conduit of his wand.
A great silver German Shepard sprang forth in the empty air around him, gave him one long look, and bounded away, its light slowly fading into nothing. Alex didn’t know where he was or who had taken him, but his patronus would find Alastor and give him a simple message, “I am alive. I love you.” It would have to be enough for now, while he figured out what to do.
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