Henley and Lita 

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Henley walked through the halls, his guitar hanging from his tall and slender body. Lately he’d had writers block, but he still carried it everywhere he went, hoping that something would come to him. Suddenly, Henley felt someone grab hold of his robes and heard them murmur his name. He looked down and saw his sister, Lita, who he hadn’t seen since before the fire.

“Little!” he exclaimed, “How are you? Are you all right? I haven’t seen you since before the fire.”

Henley cared very much for his sister, and honestly, he felt horrible for not seeking her out during, or even after, the fire. He was in such a state of shock that he had been emotionally dead for weeks, now. However, he was making a recovery. 

Was it appropriate to say that she was most definitely not alright? That she had watched her friends being killed in that fire. Had thought that Henley was dead. Was cursed. 

No. None of those things would be appropriate to speak of so instead she nodded her head lightly, “I am most superbly fine other than a few scratches. What about you? You are fine, aren’t you?” She asked, searching him over. Looking for any indication that he had been injured in the fire. Lita was lying so he could be too. A ‘few scratches’ was a bit of an understatement, but she digressed. 

“I can’t seem to find Phoenix anywhere either. Or Sebastian. Or you for awhile, Henley.” She said, still looking him over. 

Open 

Lita didn’t need to be reminded of what had happened the day of the fire. She didn’t need to be talked to about it. She didn’t need someone asking her if she saw this or that. Lita had seen everything. 

Everything that she ever heard or seen was always in her head somewhere, and the fire was among them. The slaughter. The mass murder of students that hadn’t deserved to die. And as a Hufflepuff who had been away at her parents home in Ireland was asking her for more details of the massacre that had occured not so long ago, Lita could feel the smoke still burning her lungs, and the open wounds sting against the bandages that wrapped around the right half of her body. Under her robes her skin was still festering, the gashes trying to scar over, and just under her hair was the crimson turning bandages that covered the part of her head that shrapnel had gone through as she was cursed in the most unimaginable way. 

“Excuse me, I need to go now.” She said to the girl, who was looking at her as if Lita was the one who had done something wrong. Which was not correct in the least. It was decidedly not true, actually. 

Instead she walked out of the classroom with grace that she had perfected since her injuries. No one needed to know that she was hurt. No one needed to see what had happened to her. And the more that she could disguise the pain, the better. 

And turning the corner she saw a familiar face. A face that she had not seen in a long while. 

Henley and Lita 

She still had dreams about it. The fire. Daydreams, because she didn’t just dream anymore. She didn’t sleep most nights. Instead she stayed awake. Drew up more plans for the construction, calculated how long each would take and decided on how to go about speeding the process. It was a good thing for her. Plans were always good for Lita. 

It made things more comprehensive. More complete. Putting things together and making sure everything was placed in such a way that it would be cohesive to whomever was put to work with it. 

Lita wandered the halls, smiling at those who said hello and even those who didn’t. Until she saw a blonde head bobbing above the rest of the crowd. A head that had her hair, glasses, and a guitar. 

Her feet were quiet as she weaved between students that looked at her questioningly as she stepped around them, before she reached forward to grab hold of brother’s robes, “Henley.” 

She hadn’t spoken to him. Hadn’t heard from him other than a quick response to a message that told her that he was still breathing. Still alive and well.

Hello everyone. 

lucyintheskyweasley:

Hi, Lita! How are you?

Doing alright. Trying to help in the reconstruction of the Great Hall, and working out damages with some of the professors. What about you? Are you alright?

Hello everyone. 

lucyintheskyweasley:

Oh, hi Lucy. Long time no see. 

OOC 

I NEED HELP. HOW DO I DO THE PREFECT THING. THIS IS A THING THAT MUST HAPPEN FOR LITA BECAUSE SHE IS HERE. AND SHE IS LITA. END OF STORY.

Everything is Ending: Lorcan/Lita 

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Lorcan was running through the fire rapidly ensuring all in sight. Everyone was in a frenzied panic. There was no sense of order. The only time he could imagine Hogwarts not being in order was during the war. Lorcan was hopelessly looking for his twin. He knew he was somewhere in the dungeons. Lysander had been planning on playing a few jokes on some Slytherins. As he was running to the dungeons he noficed a girl looking confused and distraught. She then tirelessly saved a little girl. He smiled there was some humanity in chaos still. Then almost instantly a part from the roof fell on her. She collapsed on the ground and was starting to get trampled. He immediately managed to get people to move away from her. He picked up gently and moved her out of the way of the stampede. He set her down with care “What happened to you?” He asked in a gentle caring voice.

In a moment she was off the ground and being carried. As soon as she was set down she looked up into the familiar face of Lorcan Scamander, Ravenclaw Prefect. Like someone from a fairytale, Phoenix was gone with Sebastian. And her hero, Henley, was absent. Now she had this boy, “Everything.” She answered wincing as the burning smell entered her lungs again. Wanting to help her was fine, but Lorcan seemed to forget the situation that they were in, and she began to look towards the mob, trying to spot her brother’s face in it. Before she stopped and turned back to the boy that she had barely talked to in her years at Hogwarts, “Where’s Lysander?” She asked, trying to get the answer from him quickly. Time was not on their side, and if her brother happened to be with his other half they would be working towards a common goal. 

Lita was small but she was clever and, frankly, for the first time in a very long time Lita was very, very angry. She could feel it simmering inside of her, like the embers of the fire around them. Everything was going to burn and her brother was going to go down with it. 

Everything is Ending: Open 

Lita ran through the stampeding students, toward the flames. The smoke was burning her lungs as she looked for the blonde hair of her brother. The scream of a second year made her turn, trapped in a corner and not much smaller than she was, Lita took off through the crowds, grabbing the second year and throwing her towards a fifth year that she recognized, “Take her and go.” She said, before continuing on her way. 

“Henley? Henley?” Lita called into the crowd, searching for her brother. Looking for anyone that resembled him. Anyone that knew him. The force of someones shoulder slamming into her sent her to the ground and the girl winced as something dug into her stomach and the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. Minor gash in the abdomen, broken wrist, and a other more minor injuries. Someone stepped on her as they ran, not bothering to stop. People were still screaming, the burning still happening. The fire never changing. Thinking. That’s what Lita did. She thought. And if the odds of her being trampled were a little less than she might be able to stop all of this. 

DESTROYA|| Lita/Phoenix/Sebby 

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Sebastian’s eyes fluttered open lazily as he rose from his slumber, an empty bottle of firewhiskey loosely hanging from his fingers. A buzzing headache caused the boy to groan, throwing the bottle away from himself and wincing when is shattered. The Slytherin’s stomach was in knots, causing the boy to groan and mumble uncomfortably as he rolled out of bed, his naked body pressed against the stone cold floor. Nothing new.

Last night had been awesome, well, the parts he still remembered. Sebastian was feeling rather stressed, for some reason now foggy, and had gone out to Jynx by himself in order to score some booze and some cock. Which he had successfully achieved.

Small fragments of last night were scattered in Sebastian’s mind as he crawled over to his bathroom, sloppily filling the tub with ice cold water as he looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was sticking out in every single direction, and he had a slightly drunken blush still dusting his cheeks. His sapphire eyes were glazed over, and he had several bitemarks, cuts, and bruises decorating his slim body. His entire body ached painfully.A smile slid onto Sebastian’s face, a feeling of necessary accomplishment filling him.

It had been weeks since Alexander had just vanished, leaving Sebastian with absolutely nothing. Not even a single word. Sebastian had no idea where he was, why he had left, or when he was coming back. Nothing at all. One day Sebastian had just woken up to go see Alexander in his dorm, and he found his bed completely empty and made perfectly. The boy’s closet was also completely empty. In a flurry of panic, Sebastian had asked Alexander’s annoying roomates where he had gone, but they hadn’t even noticed the boy leaving. Sebastian had frantically run around the school, asking absolutely everyone where he could have gone, trying to keep the tears from spilling over. But no one knew. Alexander was gone.

Ever since then, Sebastian had been a mess. He would continue his schoolwork, but there were days where he would say not a single word. He would go about his day and then at night, he would sneak out to Diagon alley and spend all night at Jynx. He would drink until he couldn’t feel his own heartbeat pounding rapidly against his chest. He would approach any guy who was remotely near him, not caring whether they were interested or not. Sebastian would beg to be destroyed, begged to be fucked until he couldn’t feel anything at all. Some men did just that, taking Sebastian and using him like a cheap, breakable whore, leaving the boy naked and beaten on the floor or in the dark alleyway.  Sometimes it would be two guys, three guys, or even four guys. They would take their turns violating and using Sebastian, forcing Sebastian to do things he would have never been okay with if he was sober. Sebastian never even knew if they used protection or not, and frankly he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything. He would just take it all, his eyes empty and his face stoic. Only when he could see his blood spilling and mixing with various other bodily fluids on the ground or on his skin would a small smile creep onto his pale lips. Without Alexander, he was a mess.

The Slytherin soaked his bruised body in the ice cold water, hissing in satisfaction as the chills bit at the cuts on his skin. He grabbed his wand off of the bathroom floor, pressing the tip of it against his skin, muttering spells as a blueish hue overtook his body. In a matter of minutes, every cut and bruise was gone from his body. He washed himself, stepped out of the tub, brushed his teeth, got dressed, and left his room.

As Sebastian made his way to his classes, he saw multiple students running around frantically, some even screaming. Sebastian cocked his head to the side as he studied these students. What the hell? Sebastian thought to himself. Perhaps he was still drunk. 

He continued walking, noticing that more and more students flew past him, crying and screaming as if their lives depended on it. Okay, I’d definitely still drunk. The Slytherin thought, starting to make his way back to his room. But he was soon stopped when an unknown Ravenclaw crashed into him, causing them both to fall.

“What the fuck!?” Sebastian snarled at the boy, the pounding in his head even worse. “Watch where you’re going, you fucking idiot!” 

The boy just stared at Sebastian in horror, tears streaming down his face. “T-The halfbloods! The halfbloods!!” The boy shrieked, frantically coming off of the ground and bolting down the hallway away from Sebastian.

Sebastian picked himself off the ground and looked around. Everyone was screaming and sprinting around like ants, shouting things like “Halfbloods!” and “They’re dying!” and “Fire!”. Sebastian’s heart began racing, not knowing what the hell was happening.

The halfbloods were dying. The only thought that ran through Sebastian’s head wasPhoenix.Phoenixwas a halfblood. He was….no.

In a matter of seconds Sebastian found himself speeding down the halls, pushing people out of his way as he rocketed towards the Great Hall, knowing thatPhoenixwould be there. When he arrived, a most atrocious sight greeted him.

Everything was smothered in flames, absolutely everything. Students howling in agony as fire coated them, writhing on the ground as they burned. Sebastian’s heart raced as he looked around, not recognizing anyone. All that was in his mind was a mantra of Phoenix.Phoenix.Phoenix.Phoenix.

A loud boom filled his ears as he saw a hole being carved through the wall, the students beginning to flood out of it. Sebastian began running towards the hole, hopingPhoenixwould be escaping. He plowed through burning debris, the fire threatening to snake around him. A flame licked at his robe and Sebastian threw it off quickly. His eyes scanned the flood of students, looking for any sign ofPhoenix. And then he saw him.

Phoenixwas there, leading all of the students out, shouting over the roaring flames. Sebastian’s heart was filled with such a wave of relief, a smile of such great joy spreading on his face as he ran towardsPhoenix.

And then, everything shattered.

Sebastian felt his entire body freeze as his eyes took in the sight, a stream of fire flying directly intoPhoenix’s face. Sebastian’s smile disappeared, his eyes widening as he clutched his throat, smoke filling his lungs.

“PHOENIX!!!” Sebastian shouted, gasping for precious oxygen as he sprinted towards him, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. As he ran, he saw Lita there, trying to pullPhoenixout into safety. His heart raced as he saw here, thanking God that she was at least alive. “LITA!!” Sebastian called for her. He wanted her to know he was there. 

“D’Arcangelo!” A voice shouted from behind Sebastian. Sebastian whipped his head around, staring wide eyed at the figure that called. Sebastian recognized this person. He was a pureblood, just like him. “Leave the trash to burn.” The boy hissed.

“YOU!” Sebastian screamed, angry tears mixing with the ash that fell on his face. “Tell me how to put this out!! TELL ME!”

 “Why? He’s a halfblood. Filthy thing. Don’t waste your time!” The boy shouted back. “Besides, you’re as pureblooded as they come! Why would you waste your time with suck filth!?”

 Sebastian felt a sickening feeling rise in him, his eyes darkening as he glared at the boy. “They aren’t filth. He’s the one person in this entire world I love with absolutely every fiber of my being and she means literally everything to me! They’re better than absolutely every fucking single pureblood in this fucking school! They can do fucking anything he wants and you’re going to fucking tell me how to fix this!” Sebastian panted, his eyes watering with the tears and the heat of the fire that surrounded him.

“Just join us, Sebastian. Help us make this world a pure place.” The boy chanted.

Sebastian snarled at the boy, flicking his wand out of his pocket, aiming it at the boy.

 ”Fuck you!” Sebastian screamed. “Expelliarmus!” Sebastian sent the boy flying, not caring at all where he landed. He stared down atPhoenix, his heartbeat threatening to explode out of his chest. 

Sebastian noticed that Lita had carried Phoenix out, taking him away from the danger, watching her as she made her way towards Aiden. Sebastian ran to her. “Lita!” He called for her, watching as she sent a cruse flying towards Aiden. His eyes widened as he raced towards her, stopping when an all too familiar flash of red caught his eye. 

It was all Aiden’s doing. Everything. Sebastian felt his blood boil as he watched Aiden seemingly dance around, reeking of destruction. The boy had his wand aimed at Lita, his glare swimming with insanity. “CRUCIO!” Aiden yelled, his screams turning into sickening laughter as Sebastian watched Lita fall to the floor, her screams of sheer agony reverberating within him.

“AIDEN!” Sebastian screamed, losing all sense of reasoning in his mind as he charged towards the boy, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Without even thinking, his instinct drove his fist into Aiden’s jaw, hearing a satisfied crush. Sebastian grabbed Aiden by his shirt collar, Sebastian’s once brilliant blue eyes now as dark as the sea at night. He wrapped his fingers around Aiden’s neck, an animalistic snarl escaping his lips. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

Aiden let a lopsided grin spread across his face, concentrating on Lita’s agony, the first Unforgivable curse he’d cast, and most likely not the last. The joy was short lived. Aiden felt his jaw give slightly, his tongue already rolling around searching for more loose teeth, Fortunately they were still in tact. His forest eyes met with the sea, a hand wrapped around his throat, restricting his air. His fiery hair sprawled out on the stone like a fatal wound, a blood soaked mouth grinning up at boy on top of him. “Like old times Sebby?” Aiden spit at him, hoping to stain his skin with his own life force again. “I miss this you know, except the whole, you putting me int the hospital wing for days bit?” Aiden lay near motionless, the fire blazing around them, his chest moving slightly from the lack of air reaching burning lungs. His fingers still gingerly wrapped around the ebony wand.

“Sebastian, you should know what I’m doing…. I’m ending all the problems.” Aiden tilted his head, looking sarcastically curious at him. “Baby, don’t you think i know about your sick fascination with Half-blood boys? Don’t you know that half-bloods take away all the fun in things?” Aiden lifted his knee,grinding it on Sebastian before kicking. His lithe body slipping out from beneath the other. Aiden grit his teeth smiling. He wasn’t expecting this variable, he had other plans for him, and now was not the time. Revenge was best served cold. Aiden flicked his wand, sending it singing with every move. Lifting the tip to his lips he blew out flames, growing larger with every second. Backing up carefully, he watched creatures form and take shape flooding the hall and staircases. “I’ll be seeing you later love.” Aiden’s voice flooded the air quickly, “But i must be off to the forest!” Spinning on his heels, he fled the hall, fire rising quickly, his small group of followers in tow. He paused at the door looking back a the hell he created and smiled a sigh of relief. His eyes flicked to the young slytherin that asked Sebastian to follow them, a small scorch on his chest. “You have no idea what you’ve done little boy, but you’re going to find out.” Aiden gripped his own arm, the smile to a smirk, his eyes wide. He headed to the forest, to start a new world. 

Lita did not hate anyone. It was against her nature. Against her being. Against everything that she stood for. She saw reason and judged on facts. But as the curse flew a her, she sensed that if she were to hate someone. Anyone in the entire world. It would Aiden Wilder. It was like nothing existed in those moments. There was only pain, ever had been pain, there was no beginning or end to it. No reprieve. Just every thing in her burning and slicing and being shredded. Nerves being choked and dying and not quite dead. And then nothing. Her body shook, as her mind raced to get a grip on what had happened. He had cast an Unforgivable. On her. Lita had been crucioed. Her body refused to move on it’s own, and she willed herself to look up to see Sebastian make contact with Aiden. Sebastian was saving her. But Aiden was casting a spell that she knew. Fiendfyre. He was going to destroy Hogwarts. 

Not just the halfbloods. Not just those who had not pledged their loyalty. Everything was going to burn. And something in Lita snapped. Henley. It was instinct. Urge. Things that Lita did not submit to, and yet here she was. 

Her nerves were on fire still. Her limbs shaking as she stood. Salty blood dribbling from her mouth as she stood and shrapnel dug into her arm. Lita wasn’t going to let her brother die, “Sebastian. Get Phoenix out of here. I have to go.” She said, her tone calm. Decisive. Like she was currently digging her own grave. Like she wasn’t about to fall to the ground as the aftermath of the Unspeakable set in. Lita had to be stronger than it. She had to be better than this. Smiling up at the boy who had come for her and knowing in every part of her being that he had really come for Phoenix, “Goodbye, Sebastian D’Arcangelo.” She said, and curtsied. And then taking off in the direction that the fire was building. Her legs burning, and screaming and someone hitting the floor. But she knew that she had to stop this. Somehow. 

Ashes: Lita/Louis 

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The fire, thankfully, was over. Only a few small fires in the corners of the hall remained. There was a risk of it starting again, so students under 4th year weren’t allowed in. It had been burning for who knows how many days straight. The Great Hall was completely destroyed, as was part of the first floor. Students had to take a detour because some of the stairs were wrecked. The long tables inside the hall were no longer tables. Just forgotten piles of ash, with a small piece of wood here or there. The banners still had bits of smoke erupting from them, but most of the emblems seemed to have missed the worst of the flames. Walls that were once white were painted completely black. For the time being, everyone was eating in the common room’s or dorm’s. Everyone was avoiding the Great Hall, for obvious reasons. In fact, most people were outside, enjoying the ‘perfect Quidditch weather.’ Too bad there wasn’t a match or practice scheduled for the Ravenclaw team. So, of course, Louis was inside the Great Hall, where no one was. 

The scene depressed him. Just up there was where he had gotten sorted. He could still remember it perfectly. The hat didn’t have to think about it at all. Louis was Ravenclaw material. The hat wanted to see if he could have a thought conversation with at least one of the Weasley’s. Louis couldn’t even manage that. Back then he was much more shy. He improved a bit, but he still struggled to have a good conversation with someone. So Louis’s sorting lasted only about 15 seconds. 2 seconds of actual sorting, and 13 seconds of the hat trying-and failing- to have a thought conversation with him. Louis sighed quietly at the memory. Being careful to step on as little ash as possible, he strolled up to the spot. The piles of ash that were the tables gazed back at him. When the fire erupted, Louis had done his best to set it out. None of the water charms worked. It had been very strange. 

Louis really wasn’t sure what brought him into the hall. Either wanting to avoid people or see what state it was in. Maybe both. As he walked past the ruins of the Ravenclaw table, he thought out loud. “How did it start? Who started it? How’re we going to fix it?” Only the wind answered him. His voice was a little hoarse from inhaling all the smoke, and he was getting dangerously close to a still burning bit of the table. Louis walked away, heading towards the other end of the Ravenclaw table’s ruins. Once at the other end, he sighed an sat down. His jeans were dark black, so there really wasn’t a concern about getting them stained with ashes. His mum wouldn’t approve of it at all, but he stuck one of his hands in the ashes. This bit was cool, and it felt almost sand-papery. Not how he imagined ashes to feel. Maybe the fire was enchanted? Louis didn’t know. A sudden chill went through his body with his next thought, causing him to pull his white sweatshirt closer to him. What if someone was trying to destroy Hogwarts? That wouldn’t be good. Maybe he should go, his thoughts were starting to scare him. His dad always said he thought too much. But something was making him want to stay there, so he did. And he stuck his other hand in the ash.  

It had been days since the fire. Days since the entire world turned to chaos, people stampeding to get out of a prison that they had been locked into. Lita remembered everything. She couldn’t forget, even if she had wanted to. It was her gift, the gift to always remember. Phoenix’s face. The trampling of feet. Evil. Evil was everywhere, breathing down their necks. People that she could feel herself inching closer to judging for the choice to walk out on them. To leave them there and not look back because if they didn’t, it hadn’t happened. 

Her footsteps were soft against the stone as she walked into the Great Hall. Noticing another figure at the demolished Ravenclaw table. Louis Weasley. Of course she knew him, he was only a year younger than her. Sitting rather oddly with hands in the ashes of the Great Hall, “Hello.” She said quietly, bringing herself into full view so as not to startle him. Lita hadn’t avoided the area of the most horrific day that Hogwarts had seen since the last generation had been walking the halls, the memory of that day would not keep her at bay. It made her more in tune to what had happened, “What are you doing here, Louis?”