prods and punches, getting to the truth --

[TANNER WILLIAM WEASLEY]

i'm coming home

as he landed on the cold stone path outside the dingy little tavern tucked somewhere down knockturn ally, the thought that maybe it hadn't been a good idea to get into a fight with someone who'd rubbed him the wrong way didn't register with his mind. all he could think about was getting up and trying to redeem himself, if only he could work out how to make his legs work again. wiping his hand over his mouth he glanced down at his hand and blinked when he saw blood. that meant there was probably a tooth on the snow around him or there was one about to work it's way out. well the guy he'd picked had been able to deliver a brilliant right hook. he wished he was able to forget everything. to forget what he'd found out this week, forget what he'd heard and let things go back to the way they were. sure he'd been tired and over worked but he'd known who he was a few days ago, now he had no idea. he knew that finding his birth parents would cause some upheaval in his life, but he never expected to find out what he had. that his father was a lestrange. everyone had been sure he was the last one left, waiting for the direct blood line to die out and rid the world of the evil that had been that family.

he might have been raised by a good family, but he came from a family well known for their love of the dark arts. it was a scary thought. what did that mean for him? one day was he going to wake up and find himself with the urge to turn sides? to leave the side he was on for the side he'd loathed for years? he wasn't sure. he wasn't sure of anything anymore. except that he was cold, sore and was going to wake up with a hangover the next morning. he pressed his fingers into his eyes as he scrambled to the side of the building in time to hear the person who'd thrown him out let him know someone was on his way to get him, how they knew how to call the right person tanner had no idea, he just hoped it wasn't anyone he worked with. but then if he'd been thinking clearly, he'd know that the last thing this place wanted to do was pull in any auror or person who worked at the ministry. he was wondering how many people there knew, knew who he really was and decided to hide it from him. it was scary that he didn't know anything about it. but other people did. he slumped back against the wall, blood dripping from his mouth still, his cheeks grazed from punches and his eyes starting to sport some serious shiners and all he could think about was the truth. he should have known drinking wouldn't make him forget, but he'd been hopeful. he coughed and rested his head down in his hands, his ribs burning where they'd taken hits and he slumped down, shivering in the cold while trying to remember that he was waiting for someone to come and get him.

LILLIAN SANSA WOOD

500?

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[LILLIAN SANSA WOOD]

That snowy night, an owl banged into her room with an emergency letter from a bartender of a bar in Knockturn Alley, letting her know that her 'boyfriend' was badly injured and about to freeze to death if nobody magically showed up to take him home.

Boyfriend? Who was her boyfriend by the way? And Knockturn Alley was not known as friendly place to stop by on such a cold day. No one she could havve possibly known would end up there. She would have assumed that someone was pulling a prank on her and ignored the letter if they had not stated her name at the end of the letter. Outside her cosy little home, snow had covered every exposed surface. People were rushing so as to get home as fast as they could to avoid the cold. Whoever was thrown out of the bar must have been freezing. Lillian Wood being afraid of being pranked? No way. If she did not get up and be on her way to the poor boy, she would never be able to forgive herself. Kindness is one of the virtues a healer must have.

It did not take her too long to apparate to the bar. It felt even colder at the Knockturn Alley than she had imagined. She entered the bar mentioned in the letter without a second thought, hoping to find out who was that mysterious boyfriend of hers that had got himself into trouble. Inside the bar was messy with broken tables and damaged chairs, broken glasses were scattered all around on the floor. The horrible odour of alcohol made her feel dizzy. Drinking and fighting? Who was he? 

Someone noticed her before she opened her mouth to ask where to look for the boy. "Are you Lillian?" An old man voiced her name, startling her by showing up right next to her. In terror, she nodded abruptly. The man cursed angrily at someone whom he addressed as 'drunken arse'. He told her how her 'boyfriend' took an old guest's seat and refused to give it back when the guest still asked 'politely'. "You'd better tell him to know his place. This bar has its rules and there's no place for a boy pretending to be a man." 

Lillian frowned, but she nodded without saying anything. She did not want to waste her breath reasoning with this kind of man.

One of the waiters came over and led her to the backdoor, where he said she would find her beaten boy. The door opened, revealing darkness and terrifying cold, and a familiar figure sitting still in the snow. Lillian rushed to his side instantly even before she remembered his name. "Tanner?! Oh dear..." The healer kneeled down next to him, one of her hand taking his, the other cupping his face to make him look at her. Had she not been his best friend since childhood, she probably would not have recognized his face. Blood was dripping down from his nose and his mouth. Tanner Weasley that she knew never let himself get into this horrible state. He was the most well-mannered and self-controlled man that she knew. Why did he turn out this way? "Tanner, look at me. Everything's all right now. We're going home now, all right?" Lillian wrapped her arms around him to help him stand up. Step by step, she led him back inside the bar, where she managed to convince the bartender to let her use their fireplace. She might as well apparate the two of them to his home, but it was dangerous for he was barely conscious. Floo Network was probably the best option.

The showed up inside his home roughly at midnight. It was dark and cold before she lit all the lights up and made fire in the fireplace. Helping him sit down on the couch near the fire, Lillian hurriedly went to his room to get some new clothes and a blanket. "Can you take off your wet clothes and put on these dry ones?" She asked as she came back to the living room. Hopefully he was still conscious enough to do that himself. "I'll be back from the kitchen with hot water and something to patch your wounds, okay?" 

What had made him lose his mind like this? Tanner Weasley she knew was not the man she was looking at. Something terrible must have happened. 

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[TANNER WILLIAM WEASLEY]

i'm coming home

hearing the sound of someone dropping next to him wasn't enough to make tanner lift his head. however the warm touch on his cold hand dragged him from his sorry state of mind. he felt fingers on his battered face and forced his eyes open as his head was tilted back by the touch. lillian. it took him a few moments to remember what she was to him. home, love, trust and all those feelings that mattered when you needed someone to lean on. he heard her voice and felt his head nodding slightly, not taking in the words that she was saying, it was hard to blame him though, his mind wasn't really at it's sharpest right now. he couldn't hide the wince that distorted his face a little and the flinching of his body away from her arms as she wrapped them around his bruised chest, but the next thing he knew was he was on his feet and almost struggling to stay on them. he found himself leaning on her, each step they took his arm dropped onto her shoulder heavier as the moving wore him out. "i don't want to go home .. the corner was nice .. comfy" he slurred and mumbled as they headed back into the warm bar. he listened as his best friend argued with the bar manager to let them use the fire place and just as tanner was about to open his mouth in order to tell her to forget it and let him sleep where he had been, he was being dragged through the fireplace and pulled into an ever spinning and always moving vortex that was his ticket home.

he stumbled out of the fireplace, his hand groping for something to keep him from falling over and he blinked at the dark house. thomas must have been working late that night, the thought registered somewhere in his brain that he lived with his brother. blinking when the lights were turned on he rubbed his fingers into his eyes, letting them adjust to the change in color and brightness as he was helped to the couch. dropping onto it with a groan he let his head fall back against the fabric and he slid further into the chair, his arm cradling his middle and his eyes closing as he felt his shoulders relax into the warmth of the fabric. warmth, he suddenly remebered that he was freezing, strange considering that he hadn't felt cold till lillian had lit the fire. forcing his eyes open he scanned the room to find her. "turn off the fire ... i'm cold with it on" he said, scratching his side and glancing at the flickering flames. all of a sudden there was clothes being shoved his way and he blinked, taking them in his fingers he looked up at lillian. "wet? they aren't not wet ... " he mumbled, his head starting to throb again and the words making less and less sense in his head before he spoke them. but he did what he was told, forced himself to sit forward, took the hem of his shirt and tried to yank it over his head. it took a few moments but soon the nice dry shirt was over his shoulders and over his battered chest. now all that was left was the pants. now usually when taking off pants, one takes their shoes off first but most of the time people aren't inept while doing it. they got stuck at his shoes. he groaned and decided they were fine there, he had his shorts on, that was enough to keep warm. but even as he thought that, his body was shivering, unable to feel the cold as he started to drift to sleep in the chair, the alcohol and beating having taken a toll on his weary mind. shaking his head a little he shifted, his arm holding his middle again and letting his forehead drop onto the arm of the couch he was sitting in, not caring that blood was dripping onto the fabric. "they lied lils .. they all lied .. did you lie" he mumbled, coughing roughly into the couch as the cold took hold of him.

LILLIAN SANSA WOOD

500?

so i hope this is okay and he's going to be feeling very sorry for himself when he wakes up hehe

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[LILLIAN SANSA WOOD]

So it was what drunk people do. Arguing like a baby, being painfully stubborn even when they had no strength left to waste. "Sure, Tanner. It's nice and comfortable in the corner, but I bet you will love it when you put on some dry clothes and sleep soundly in a warm bed." She told him after hearing what he said about the corner. It took her a great deal of effort to bring him inside for he could barely walk on his own feet and all his weight conveniently fell upon her shoulders. She tried not to grip his body too tight as wondered where else on his body was not as whole as it had been before he stepped into the bar. The girl noticed the look of sympathy on the bartender's face before she vanished into the fireplace. Had she really been his girlfriend, he would be listening to her nagging for a long time. 

Tanner did not seem to recognize his own home, or maybe it was he was too drunk to watch his step. They almost tumbled down together before making it to the couch successfully. The drunkard spoke up again, complaining about the fire. Lillian opened her mouth to reply, but she found it ridiculous to reason with someone who was hardly conscious enough to realize that he was shivering. He would thank her later. It was a good thing that she was too used to having to be patient with grumpy people. Otherwise, she would have left her precious childhood best friend on his own for his stubbornness. "Yes, your clothes are wet, baby." 

Trusting that he could take care of himself and get change single-handedly, the healer went to the kitchen to collect a large bowl of hot water, a clean towel and a bandage. She probably would need only a few spells to stop the bleeding. It would not take too long before she could put him into bed and leave home for a good night sleep. However, the scene she saw in the living room proved to her that she had to think the otherwise. 

"At least he still had his shorts on." She thought to herself as placing the items down and came towards him, picked up the dry sweatpants on the floor. Patiently, she got down on her knees and carefully take off his shoes first and then his pants. Thankfully, he was seemingly asleep and would not see how her face was reddened in embarrassment. "Levioso!" Lillian casted the spell on Tanner to lift him up so as to make it easier for her to pull the sweatpants up to his hips. 

"Stay with me one moment, Tanner. Don't fall asleep now. Let me clean your blood first and then you can sleep." She said as moving his upper body straight up in the sitting posture. And he talked again, stopping her rinsing the towel so abruptly with his words. His voice sounded so distant that she doubted he was talking to her. It felt as though it was himself he was talking to. So it was another thing drunk people do: pouring their hearts out. And she sensed pain in his voice. One of the things Lillian hated the most about being a healer was that she could not heal every wound. Some wounds are to be healed with time, and there was nothing a mortal like her could possibly do. 

They lied. Who lied? What had happened? What had caused him such a wound that she could not heal? With care, she tenderly cleaned his face where bloodstains were, trying not to hurt him. "No, I don't. And I will never lie to you." She uttered softly, running her hand through his messy hair, keeping her eye contact with him. She would never hurt him, ever. "Don't do this to yourself again, Tanner. Because it will hurt people who care about you. It'll hurt me." 

Oh how she wanted to ask him what had happened. She wanted to know what had caused his pain. But she could not bring herself to torture him with those painful memories. 

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[TANNER WILLIAM WEASLEY]

i'm coming home

he let a groan escape his mouth as she sat him up, all he wanted now was to lay down and sleep for the next ten years, to get rid of his headache, to get rid of the pain and to stop the heavy feeling in his heart that made him feel like he didn't belong. he felt her cleaning his face and he kept still, his head leaning into her hands lightly as he felt the blood washing away with each of her touches. he didn't have the sense now to stop talking, he really should have. he didn't want her to know. he didn't think she would want to know, he was scared she'd walk out of the room and leave him there like he was certain most people who knew him would if they ever found out. sure he knew what some people would say, that who your parents were didn't matter, you were your own person and he could sit there and go on and on about how people said it was what was on the inside that counted. but he didn't think it would count in the family he'd been from. he was a lestrange, his father was sister to who easily the most vile cowardly person to walk the earth, and he as the offspring of that. of a family that caused so much trouble and horror, things he'd heard about his real father, they were things that made him sick.

"don't lie to me too .. i c-couldn't stand it" he mumbled, feeling her fingers move through her hair and he couldn't help the sniff that came next. he kept his head leaning into his hand, not aware that when he woke up and remembered this he was going to be so sorry for it. but still, right now the comfort felt needed. he looked up into her eyes as she made the contact with them, his eyes were swimming and they weren't very clear but they were on hers as he tried to pay attention to her. he knew she was right. after all what had drinking tonight gotten him, nothing. except a hangover and a few bruises that he was going to regret in the morning. "but i .. they lied .. they didn't tell me" he swallowed and shook his head again, his eyes moving down to the floor as his hands snaked out, his knuckles bruised and broken as he tried to put them around her waist, angling in for a hug right at that moment. "who i am .." he mumbled again, his eyes closing as he tried to rest his head on her shoulder, the throbbing between his temples getting worse and worse by the second. "evil" he mumbled again as the feeling of being tired rushed over him again. he let out a low grown as the movement of leaning forward caused his ribs to throb, but he wanter to hug her, to make sure she couldn't run away from him if it slipped out. the truth.

LILLIAN SANSA WOOD

500?

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