Prompt 15 - Torture
@jegulus-microfic September 15, Word count 255
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Waiting for Regulus to come back out was pure torture. The street was silent. He couldn’t even hear any traffic. He was getting itchy feet, staying so still. He wanted to be in there, helping get Sirius out. His fingers tightened around the mirror. His will was breaking to not contact Regulus. He’d been in there so long when a high-pitched wailing sounded from number twelve.
James sat up and watched the door even more intently than he had been. A warm hand grabbed his arm and yanked him back. Apparently, he’d stood up and been walking forward; he hadn’t even realised he’d moved.
“Just wait, darling,” Effie whispered in his ear, though she sounded tense.
The door banged open, and James could hear footsteps pounding towards them as an invisible Regulus and, hopefully, Sirius ran towards them. Regulus pulled the cloak off himself just before he reached them.
“We need to go, now!” He gasped.
“What about Sirius?” James asked, looking back at the house, expecting Sirius to come running out at any second.
“He’s not coming,” Regulus spat.
Monty waved everyone over and took out a wooden spoon carefully wrapped in a tea towel.
“Everyone touch this on the count of three,” he said, holding it out.
Everyone rushed over, Evan and Barty supporting an unconscious Remus between them.
“He was going to storm Grimmauld Place,” Evan explained. “Well done, boys. Right, are we ready? One, two, three,” together they reached out and were whisked far away from Grimmauld Place and from Sirius.
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