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12 Grimmauld Place
November 7, 1998
Theo POV
Theo barged down the hallway of Grimmauld Place yelling for Pansy. He needed to make sure she was okay and that her unborn child was okay. He knew by this point she was six months and he was worried with the price on his head that someone would go after him.
“PANSY PARKINSON GET YOUR LITTLE ARSE OUT HERE.”
A door down the hallway flung open and Blaise came out, shirtless and buttoning a pair of trousers. “Theo, Mate. So happy to see you alive and talking but it’s 4am. If you wake the lioness in my bed, I’m going to put you back into a coma.”
Theo looked around Blaise and into the room and then snickered, “hate to break it to you mate but your lioness staged a decoy and escaped. You must still be sex drunk to not realize it.” Theo patted him roughly on his bare shoulder. Blaise whirled around to look at the bed and then scowled.
“Mother fucking bloody hell. I should have known she’d run for the hills.” Blaise mutters while running a large hand down his face.
“As much as I’d love to bask in your humiliation , I am afraid it is urgent that we find Pansy. Matter of life and death.”
Blaise looked at his best mate and could tell Theo was deadly serious.
“Theo, I honestly don’t know. Last I knew was that she was sitting at your beside. I haven’t seen in her quite a while since I was pre occupied.”
”Fuck.” Theo spat out as he began to charge down the hallway, “Where’s Draco? We need to find her.”
“He’s not here. He went to find Hermione, or should I say he went to find one of your other best friends? Seems you collect them. Do you also collect memory wiped ex boyfriends?” Harry snarked from where he had walked out of his office and was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed showing off the lean muscles he had put on over the course of the last year causing Theo to swallow thickly while he also narrowed his eyes at the wizard.
"Hilarious, Potter." Theo snapped and then he stood up straight and leaned in close so that only Blaise could hear him, "Blaise, I can't tell you why because she trusted me with a secret but you need to reach out to whoever can help us find Pansy. She wouldn't have gone missing for no reason and on top of that we still have my jackass of a father and Lucius out there hunting for us."
He then turned and stalked down the hallway, stopping briefly before Harry and leaning in towards him.
"I promised to help you remember, so here's some knowledge from the past. It's always made me hard as steel when you're mean to me, so by all means keep going with the taunts. All you're doing is making me look forward to the day I end up underneath you again." Theo whispered huskily into his ear and then leaned back, winked at Harry and finished his trek down the hallway where he locked himself in the loo in order to catch his breath.
Hogwarts Grounds
November 9,1998
Pansy POV
She should have taken longer to heal both mentally and physically, but she couldn't stay away for much longer. She knew Theo was okay because she had a spell set up to let her know immediately if his vitals were abnormal. However, she could feel the wound from the cursed blade getting worse as the hours ticked by and she was aware enough that she knew it was stupid to be alone when so many dangerous death eaters were still running around.
Salazar knows the ministry wasn't doing bloody anything to help protect those who spent their childhood fighting a war. However, on her return to Grimmauld Place she first felt the need to stop by Hogwarts and visit the graves of the friends she had lost. So here she was, trying to mourn her dead classmates and professors but luck just has not been on her side lately.
She heard a collection of male voices heading her way and she instantly noticed the voice of Lucius Malfoy, she hurried down a nearby cooridor but an arm reached out and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her into a dark alcove.
Before she could manage a scream, a hand was placed over her mouth and she inhaled sharply through her nose to try and control her breathing. When she inhaled all she could smell was home. Neville. She'd missed the way he smelled. She could feel the heat of his body against her back as he leaned down and whispered roughly into her ear.
"Love, I'd really appreciate it if you would stop insisting on placing yourself in dangerous situations. I am far too young to be growing grey hairs. Now pipe down before you get us caught. Sadly, the ministry took the sword so all I've got is my wand."
Pansy manages a simple nod and Neville removes his hand from against her mouth and they listen to the deatheaters who have gathered outside.
"Nott, you're certain this spell will work?" Lucius Malfoy asks harshly.
"No ritual is perfect, Lucius. So no, I don't know for certain if it will bloody work but it's the first step to take in the resurrection." Nott snaps back.
Pansy and Neville both freeze and look at each other in horror. Then they are forced to stay silent and listen as the enemy attempts to bring the dark lord back from the dead. A hour later and they finally hear cursing, a few hexes, and then the sound of several wizards apparating away. They quickly do the same and stumble into the sitting area of 12 Grimmauld Place.
"Harry!" Neville yells at the same time that Pansy yells for Draco.
Theo comes bounding into the sitting area quickly pulling on a shirt, his hair still wet from the shower he just took, "Pansy Parkinson, you gave me a right heart attack. I've already been close to death recently or have you forgot-" he froze as he looked at his best friend. He could instantly tell she was wearing a glamour and he could sense something wrong, something that felt cursed, coming off her in waves.
She looked at him in the eyes and fiercely shook her head, begging him with her expression to not ask. She glanced over at the man next to her and it seemed to click for Theo that she didn't want Neville to know. He gave a terse nod and came towards her, pulling her into a hug right as Harry and Blaise came running into the room.
"Nev? What's with the yelling?" Harry asks, blatantly ignoring Theo.
"Mate. They're trying to bring him back. The deatheaters. They're trying to bring Voldemort back." Neville breathed out and watched as all the blood drained from Harry's face.
Godric's Hollow
The Potter's Residence
November 9th, 1998
James POV
James Potter awoke with a gasp and realized he was buried in what appeared to be rubble.
What the bloody hell is Sirius playing at this time, he thought to himself as he begin to struggle to get the boards off of him. He felt disoriented and ached all over, the last thing he remembered was that it had been Halloween and there'd been a knock at the door. He recalled placing his wand on the couch (honestly to this day he couldn't understand why he did such a thing) and then answered the door.
"Bloody fucking stupid ass wood. Get off." He rasps out as he continues to struggle with escaping from whatever has fallen on him. Shit, was there an accident? Did the house blow up? Did he miscalculate a potion he was brewing?
Suddenly feminine hands broke through and grabbed him to heave him up. He stood up on weak legs and looked into the eyes of Lily Potter. His wife in name only, a lavender marriage if you will. They loved each other but they both swung different ways. Harry was born of love but what had happened was — James looked terrified into Lilys green eyes. “Harry!?” He exclaimed and tears immediately sprung into her eyes .
“James.. I don’t know where he is. Last I remember is us being attacked. And he’s not in the bedroom. The house looks like it’s not been touched in 20 years. James, what the fuck is happening” she whispered as tears fell down her face. James brought her into his arms in a fierce hug and kissed her hair as he surveyed their once beautiful house that did indeed looked like it hadn't been lived in, in quite some time.