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Post by fireeyes on Dec 24, 2007 0:26:00 GMT
i bit my lip agin and pull up my shirt,were a deep hole was."aaaaaaaa"i yell in pain,i blow hard and close my eyes tight.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Dec 24, 2007 0:30:25 GMT
The wound healing spell! How stupid I was to forget it! I used the spell on his healing him, and then I use it on me. I smiled with relief.
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Post by fireeyes on Dec 24, 2007 0:32:58 GMT
my eyes were closed and my head was looking up.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Dec 24, 2007 0:35:35 GMT
"Are you feeling any better?" I asked.
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Post by fireeyes on Dec 24, 2007 0:38:53 GMT
*no answer*i didnt move or any type of movement.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Dec 24, 2007 0:41:45 GMT
"Oh my gosh! Hvae I killed him?" I thought out loud.
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Post by fireeyes on Dec 24, 2007 0:43:27 GMT
my face was pale and i was quite.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Dec 24, 2007 0:45:54 GMT
"Speak to me!" I yelled.
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Post by fireeyes on Dec 24, 2007 1:01:52 GMT
my shest beat slow.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Dec 24, 2007 1:04:07 GMT
"I'll make a deal with you. If you get better, and start to breath normally, you can have my last packet of sugar." I said desperatly.
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Post by fireeyes on Dec 24, 2007 1:05:58 GMT
i wisperd softly and stop moving agin.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Dec 24, 2007 1:08:40 GMT
"I can't hear you!" I said.
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Post by fireeyes on Dec 24, 2007 1:10:26 GMT
"left pocket"i said almost a wisper.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Dec 24, 2007 1:11:51 GMT
I walked over to him and handed him my last packet of sugar. "Thank you." I said. "Anyways, whats in your left pocket? Or is it just a random word?"
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Post by fireeyes on Jan 5, 2008 1:40:58 GMT
i lean up and dig around in my left pocket and pull a green bottle.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Jan 5, 2008 22:58:34 GMT
"Ohhhh. Mysterius. What is it?" I asked.
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Post by fireeyes on Jan 5, 2008 23:46:32 GMT
"its somthing i found on one of the gaurds back pockets"i said coffing hard.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Jan 5, 2008 23:49:37 GMT
I looked at it and said, "I have no idea what it is used for. Do you?"
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Post by fireeyes on Jan 5, 2008 23:52:16 GMT
"no not realy"i say nodding off agin in pain,i bit my lip and held my stomach.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Jan 5, 2008 23:56:33 GMT
"Maybe you're supposed to drink it?" I suggested.
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Post by fireeyes on Jan 5, 2008 23:59:21 GMT
i opend one eye and opend it,i sniffed it pulled back with a face in dicust"smell strong"i said in a hourse(sp?)voice.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Jan 6, 2008 0:03:27 GMT
"Just by the fact that I don't know it, I can tell its strong. Its not a posion though. Thats for sure." I said. It had been part of my Auror training to recognize all posions.
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Post by fireeyes on Jan 6, 2008 0:07:27 GMT
i put it to my mouth and closed my eyes and drank it i held my mouth and tryed not to spit it back up.i shiverd and shook my head with a shiver,i felt sleepy and droopy after that whent out.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Jan 6, 2008 0:10:18 GMT
"Sleep potion? Why didn't I think of that, and why would they have it in Azkaban?" I wondered out loud.
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Post by fireeyes on Jan 6, 2008 0:12:39 GMT
i leand over on the ground snooring softly.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Jan 6, 2008 0:17:07 GMT
I sighed glad to know he was just asleep. I realized her had to go back to Azkaban. He was a death eater! It was my hob as an Auror, and Order member to do whats right. He would never come back quitly though.
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Post by fireeyes on Jan 6, 2008 0:20:19 GMT
i mownd(sp?)in my sleep and sqweezed my stomach in pain but i still was asleep.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Jan 6, 2008 0:24:42 GMT
I cast a spell, causing him to levitate in the air. "I'm sorry, but I have to do this Dustin." I whispered.
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Post by fireeyes on Jan 6, 2008 0:26:48 GMT
i felt myself floating but i could not even make a sound or movement.
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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Jan 6, 2008 0:29:04 GMT
I started levitating him back to Azkaban. I could practically hear a funeral march, making me feel guilty.
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