Fear of Discovery [Andromeda]

Fear of Discovery [Andromeda] Dec 8, 2018 3:19:34 GMT

Post by David T. McKay on Dec 8, 2018 3:19:34 GMT

Theodore Blake was never meant to be an auror. Why did he think this was going to be alright? Having been called in for a raid on a Death Eater’s den, Theodore, disguised as David McKay as he had been for the past five years, had to rise to action. It was the weekend and so he didn’t have to teach any classes, so he was completely free. Merlin, he hoped that he would be alright, but he was never really skilled in the whole fighting thing. He wasn’t bad at it – but mostly he had to defend himself when he was traveling the world. Never did he really go into a situation where he ended up starting the fight.

It wasn’t at all what he expected. It was violent. There was blood everywhere, physical fighting, spells that would maim people forever – even werewolves in their human forms attacking them. After everything he’d seen in his life – the violent natives of the Amazons, to the extremely peaceful Antarcticans – he just wanted to die while he was in the thick of it. However, the images of those he cared about most flashed in his head and made him keep fighting. It wasn’t long, however, until he was hit right in the chest with a slicing curse – the blood spilling out onto his shirt and his body toppling over. He managed to counter with a jinx that would cause the Death Eater’s tongue to grow longer and longer until it was reversed.

Quickly crawling away, he tore open his shirt and attempted to heal the cut, but there was something odd about it. First thing to keep in mind was that he wasn’t great at healing spells in general, and secondly, he couldn’t seem to get the wound to stop bleeding. There was something keeping it open, probably some effect of the curse. Breathing heavily, he could hear the spells stopping around him. His mind was starting to flutter away. Someone was saying it was over – and that voice was someone familiar – a fellow Auror. Thank Merlin. However, when he heard something about taking the injured to St. Mungo’s he quickly began to breath heavily again.

He couldn’t let them do that. If he went to St. Mungo’s, he would be found out. Having avoided going there for the past five years, he knew they would figure out he was a metamophagus, and no record of David McKay said he was one – but all records of Theodore Blake said he was one. It wouldn’t take a brain surgeon to figure it out. He closed his eyes and focused on a certain place – he knew someone he felt he could trust – even if they had never met before. She was a healer. He hoped she could help.

With a crack, he disappeared from the area, appearing in front of the house of Andromeda Tonks and Edward Tonks. He stumbled up towards the door, his arm stinging – it seems in his pain he had also splinched himself. He cursed as he fell to his knees just in front of the door. He raised his hand and knocked as hard as he could in his weakened state.

Fear of Discovery [Andromeda] Dec 8, 2018 5:02:33 GMT

Post by Andromeda L. Tonks on Dec 8, 2018 5:02:33 GMT

Memories were constantly calling to her. It had been many times over that she questioned what she knew and how she knew it. Ever since she could remember, she had been different from every single one of her siblings. From Ceph whom was brilliant but complex, to Bells whom was--brilliant yet scary at the best of times, and to little Cissa whom was a princess but a terror at the best of times. She loved each and every one of her siblings like she loved her husband and daughter. She had been the one to heal out of all of them. Ceph was hard to decipher, but the rest? Just like father. Stubborn, hard-headed and willing to do what all it took to make the lives of others miserable. Ceph was a little different and oh how she missed her brother. She didn't see much of her family these days aside from Ted.

But with Dora away at school she had more time it seemed like for work. Though work was not the only thing she had an interest in. Family, was a big part of her life. It was true that when times got tough she did what she knew best, put wards around everything. Especially on the place she and her husband called home. Merlin knew she was overly protective of the family she had left. Cissa she didn't speak to, but it was because of Cissa's choice.

Given the "betrayal" both the sisters felt. Cissa and Bells didn't speak to her. Ceph barely had a chance to, though he was still in school at the moment. Tonight, she had free. First one she'd had off in a while. Usually she was in between other houses or St. Mungo's itself. Not that she minded. As helping others was in her nature. Had been since before she could remember. Regardless of what the consequences were she would do what she had to, that was something that everyone knew. She didn't give up, not once.

It was very rare that she was caught off guard. Yet, tonight it was strange to be home alone. Working for the Order, Ted was gone. And although she missed her husband she knew it was something that he loved doing, as a way to protect their family. Though it didn't mean that she liked being apart from him. He was a muggleborn after all and there were dark forces that wished him and even their daughter dead. Something of which she wasn't remotely happy with, but could do oh so little about it. It wasn't to say that she couldn't fight, as she could. Though she left the fighting primarily to her husband, and instead chose to heal those on their side with her magic. The innate magic that seemed to flow freely. The truth was, nothing was the way it should be. She was an ordinary woman, with a skill that was very much in demand. She knew that the battles that her husband and those like him fought, were wracked with turmoil. Some lived, some did not. It was all about whom was better equipped with their magic and the speed behind it. It wasn't like using muggle weapons that she read about in some of Ted's books. You had to be faster than your target. This wasn't to say that she believed that violence solved everything but sometimes it had to be done, in order to protect others.

Death Eaters, were dangerous at the best of times. None could be trusted. And yet she knew what she had to do when she came face to face with them. Take them out before they take you out. At least that was the goal of a war. And in the war, the truth was she expected several things. That it would be violent, messy and just dangerous. Trust was also something that she very seldom gave out. Not because she didn't want to see the best in others but because she did. Because she didn't want her family harmed. They came first. She'd just gotten home about an hour prior. When suddenly she heard something clatter outside. Whom could be coming by at this lovely hour? It hadn't taken long before she heard a knocking that sounded absolutely urgent. Whom could it be? How did they find her home? The only ones made aware of this home were those in the Order, those whom she had given privilege to. Professor Dumbledore especially was one of those that she made sure knew of her home, to offer help if need be.

Fear quickly set in though as soon as she'd heard the knocking. Was it Ted? Was he hurt? Was it someone from the ministry, the Order or someone from Hogwarts perhaps stating that something bad had happened? Many questions flowed through her mind, as she opened the front door. She'd known without belief that someone had been there prior to their knocking on the door. She was quite able to sense things that others didn't. But perhaps that was because the wards told her in a non-vocal capacity. Yet the moment that she opened the door, she looked down. For a moment she let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't Ted. And it certainly wasn't Ceph. Or Dora. Wasn't anyone she recognized. But how did he know of this place? Did Dumbledore send him? She would have to ask the questions once he was taken care of. He had come here to be healed? What in the world was going on out there?

"Now, this is going to hurt a bit." She replied, without asking a question first. Heal first ask questions later. That was her motivation at the moment given it looked like he could pass out from the blood loss at any given moment. Of course, once she had brought him inside the house, she immediately locked the house back up. She didn't want there to be any second guests. It was bad enough not knowing whom this guy was. She looked over him, trying to see what she could do to assess his injuries. Going quickly to the cupboard in the hall, she pulled out a couple potions. It was only upon returning that she could see just how badly his injuries were. "Vulnera Sanentur."

It appeared he'd really done a number on himself. The potions she brought out would be enough to ease the pain and to allow him to sleep if that was even possible. She knew she wouldn't get some sleep unless she found out what in Merlin's beard was going on out there. After a half an hour it appeared as though the wounds were slowly seeming to at least be on the mend, though only he could tell her for sure. "Alright, now, is the time for questions. Who are you and how did you get here?" Those were the two questions that had been plaguing her ever since she allowed this man into her home. She didn't even know if he was a good guy or a bad one. These were only a few of the questions that she was determined to ask before calling for outside resources.

David T. McKay

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