we found love in a hopeless place

Lora hated to admit that the catabombs offered the silence she mostly craved. The changing weather seemed to have no effect on the deafening silence. In fact, if it were not for the snow, one'd think it's the same climate or weather. She wanted to feel the chills, feeling too deep in her thoughts to care.

The wind was blowing gently, enabling her hair to move like black waves. She realized that she had probably been walking for hours, but couldn't bring herself to care. Not like anyone is going to miss me anyway, she thought hopelessly. They are too busy hating each other.

The Slushatel laid down in the middle of the ground, looking up at the ceiling and the worn down walls, amongst the dead. It almost seemed like they would be much better listeners than the living. And definitely less troublesome.

Letting the tiredness wash over her, Lora closed her eyes and decided maybe she'd take a nap. Just for a few minutes.

It was a warehouse of sorts. The smell of diesel and stingy sulphur was in the air and she tried to cover her nose; only to realize that her hands were bound. And so were ankles. Strapped to a chair.

Fear gripped her like a suffocating casket and she was about to scream, when a hooded figure stepped in front of her. Her entire body went numb with recognition and she took in a sudden breath. She wished the ground would swallow her up and take her away to a better place. Anything would be better than facing this.

A Death Eater.

"What do you want?" She managed to ask, her voice hiding the panic in her veins. "Why am I here?"

The man, or creature as she preferred to call it, gave a hollow laugh and shook his head. "Oh, I want you. You are here to die because you are solely responsible for placing my brothers in Azakaban."

And just like that, she knew whom the creature was talking about. "They killed my sister, you bastard!" She yelled, the chair rattling with her anger. "They deserved what they got."

The Death Eater was about to reply, when suddenly two more appeared on her left, holding a hostage between their arms. She could have sworn she felt her heart to stop. No, it couldn't be. That was not the one person she valued the most. It was impossible.

She refused to believe that they had Dylan Veer as their prisoner.

His clothes were ripped and he seemed to be in physical pain. He lacked the usual mirth in his eyes and she knew she heard her heart break at the sight. For a moment, he struggled against the restraints, before his eyes caught hers.

"Lor?" He asked, his voice raspy, something almost not recognizable. She could visibly see his rage and he growled at the creature facing her, "Let her go, you son of a bitch. Or I swear to God, I will fucking kill everyone of you." He looked at her once more and said, "I promise I will not let them hurt you."

The creature shook it's head once more and smiled amusedly. "Your love for her will not save her. In fact, it will just fuel the urge for entertainment."

At that instant, she looked into Dylan's eyes and they both knew what he was talking about. She could feel herself trembling and silently tried to convey one message to her boyfriend.

I love you.

"Please let him go, he doesn't need to see it," she pleaded, not allowing the tears to fall. "You have me, you don't even need him." She saw that Dylan managed to break free from the other Death Eaters, but before she could rejoice the moment, she heard it.

"Avada Kedavra!" She closed her eyes and expected a jet of green light, but it never came. Instead, she heard a thud next to her and she screamed at the sight and her heart stopped.

Dylan was dead.


Lora suddenly got up and gasped loudly, "Dylan!" She breathed heavily for a few moments before realizing that it was just a dream. She forced herself to calm down, but surprisingly, she felt tears and her body shaking. Wrapping her arms around herself, she tocked back and forth, chanting just one thing.

"Please stay safe, Dyl."

Dylan always seemed to know when Lora was upset. And Dylan knew it, when his girl retreated to the catabombs. The Catabombs was an unpopulated place, most people only went there a few times in their life. In other words, it was silent.

Silence. Gee, that sounded like heaven right now. It was odd, when two people were arguing in the Seven Devils, everybody was affected. But this newest fight... it was beyond every other one that had happened. Alora, and him wasn't sure exactly what happened. It seemed like only the other seven devils knew.

So he followed Lora, staying totally silent. It was when his house traits came to use, he guessed he was in that house for a reason. Dylan was rarely acting like his house traits, he was one of those boys who was calm, and loving. He had to reason to be in a fight, most of the time.

Sitting by a tree, Dylan watched his girlfriend as she slipped into sleep. Good, she needed her sleep. This drama was wearing her out, and her mother was worrying her too.

Deciding to doze off a little himself, the boy closed his eyes and forgot where he was for a few minutes. Or, it felt like a few minutes to him. Then he heard a scared gasp, and immediately opened his eyes. It was Lora's, and she looked concerned. What did she dream about?

Slowly standing up, Dylan looked at Lora, and frowned. She can't even sleep now without bad dreams. He wished Lena, Anya, and Kait will settle their differences soon.

Walking up to her, Dylan sat down by her trying not to scare her. Then the Slushatel pulled his housemate into his lap, and held her tightly, stroking her hair.

Lora suddenly panicked when she felt someone come near her but relaxed instantly when she saw that it was just Dyl. And then came the relief, that he was safe and sound right there next to her.

"Oh my gosh, you're safe," she managed to utter with a sigh and hugged him tight, not letting him go. "It was so horrible Dyl, they had killed you in front of me and I swear that I was also going to die because there is no way I could live after seeing.." she trailed off and didn't bother to stop the flowing tears and kissing his neck gently.

Wrapping her arms around his waist, she looked at him with a puzzled expression and whispered, "How'd you know I was here? I thought no one would notice, which is why I left the castle."

But even as she asked the question, she was glad that he was here with her now.

"Hey.. Hey, look, nobody is going to kill me anytime soon," Dylan spoke, cupping her face. Dylan almost broke at seeing the distress in his girl's eyes. They used to be filled with innocence and energy. What has happened to them?

"And, you would have not died if it was real. I wouldn't let you." Kissing her forehead, Dylan brushed her hair out of her face. "I knew you were going out to be alone. You were upset, so I followed you." Looking worriedly at her, Dylan asked the question he already knew the answer too.

"What has you so bothered, that is making you loose sleep and have bad dreams?" He wanted Lora to explain it to him, so maybe it will let off a bit of pressure. Hoping to help her spill, Dylan gave her a slow, lingering kiss, trying to let her walls go down for a little bit.

"But they might try Dyl, they'll come after me and they'll take you also," Lora whispered, fear evident in her voice. "I can't bear to lose you, I don't care if they take me. They had broken you down and you were so angry," she shut her eyes as she remembered the nightmare.

"Of course I would have died, I can't manage even one day without you!" She exclaimed, tracing her fingers across his face. "The one person that bears with me, how can I live without you?" She murmured, trying to get close to him as possible, as though someone would pull her away if she let go.

She hesitated slightly before answering. "Nowadays, the nightmares are about you," she admitted quietly. "If not you, then our friends. I'm scared Dyl, so much. No one even cares, they're all hating on each and ignoring everything else," she said, her voice not sounding like her own.

Lora kissed him back hard, tangling her fingers in his hair. Leaning her forehead against his, she shook her head slightly and pleaded, "Don't leave me, okay?"

"Who would take you?" Dylan whispered against her neck, with his eyes closed as he breathed in her scent. Her talking like this... it made him feel like she was going to disappear any minute. "Of course I was angry. They took you. But however, you dream, was just a dream. Never in my life, I will let somebody do that to you. They wouldn't get the chance to."

"Yes you can," Dylan told her firmly, holding her gently. "Kait bears with you. Anya bears with you. They are just... distracted the moment." Distracted was a word that didn't describe it enough.

"I know, it's like WWIII," He muttered, messing with her hair. "Nothing is going to happen, I swear. At least, that will involve with injuring me and you. With Lena and Kait though, I can't promise that. They hurt each other. Especially Kaitlen."

Pulling her closer, Dylan mumbled against her pink lips, "I promise."

"The people who killed my sister," Lora breathed, feeling some of her tears subside at Dyl's hold. "But it felt so real," she continued to whisper, looking him in the eye. "They're strong Dyl, and they wouldn't care if they killed you just to get to me. What if we are not together? Do you think you'll be safe from them, then?" She asked.

She shook her head vigourously. "No, they don't, they haven't for a while. I am trying so hard to talk to them, but they don't listen," she mumbled as she clutched the front of Dyl's shirt. "I'm not as strong as you, who can live without me. Though you can, I can't, without you."

"See, I'm scared for all of us. What if this never ends?" The Slushatel asked as she wiped her tears. "I don't want them to hurt each other."

"I keep having all sorts of nightmares about you," she murmured and kissed him again, her hands trailing under his shirt subconsciously, the warmth of his skin, calming her down. "Then I stay up the whole night, praying that I'll see you next morning."

"Lora!" Dylan exclaimed softly, shaking his head quickly. "I won't do that, just for my safety. Lor, it isn't worth it. They won't come after you, I doubt they know that you are her sister. And why would they go after you?" Stroking her face, Dylan kissed her forehead softly.

"Look, think of it this way. Kait does not listen to anyone. Lena does not listen to people hardly, well to advice but it doesn't mean she'll take it. Anya, everything is getting to her. A lot is going on right now. It is not going to last, I promise." The Slushatel now was going to try everything he can, to try to get the Seven Devils back together. No matter what it takes, it was affecting all of them. They couldn't live like this for the rest of the school year.

"Lora, I hate to say this, but they have already hurt each other," He murmured, breathing in her scent. A wave of vanilla and lavender hit him, sending waves of calm through him. "I'm pretty sure Kait has hit Lena a few times, Lena has hurt Kait with some words, and the same with Anya. We can't get them to stop, until Lena and Kait make up. And the classic lock them in a room together is not going to work." Unless you wanted them dead of course.

Dylan gave her a lingering kiss, and was shocked at how cold Lora's hands were. It was cold outside, and Lora was only wearing a shirt and jeans, same as him. "Are you cold?" He murmured, holding her close his body to give him some warmth.

"Of course your safety is worth it!" Lora protested. "Maybe not now, but if I ever feel you are in danger, I'll distance myself from you." She felt she was probably over reacting, but she had been having way too many dreams to take it lightly. This was Dyl after all, she was ready to do pretty much anything if it keeping him safe. "They would come after me because they want revenge," she said, as though it was obvious. "Or maybe they meant to kill me too that night..."

"But that's what I'm worried about, they are not listening to anyone. It will get worse Dyl, they won't just each other, they'll hurt themselves," she told softly, holding his hand tightly. "And I feel so guilty because I'm not doing everything I can. I tried to talk to Kait, but she's not interested," she frowned, feeling sad as she said the words out loud. "Why are things always this bad, Dyl? Did we all do something so bad to deserve this?" She shook her head, as though trying to remember if they did infact commit a crime of sorts.

She buried her face in his neck, not having the words to say and just contented herself to listen to him. "We've always been able to get through all the fights Dyl, but this one seems so bad," she mumbled against his skin. "I can't even recall the last time I spoke to any of them. And I know things are bad with Rhys, but no one has mentioned that either...they're just so busy getting revenge on one and another." Despite the tears in her eyes, she couldn't help but grin lightly at his comment. "No, locking them up won't work at all, they'll end up hexing each other."

Lora smiled sheepishly as her hands slid from under his shirt. "Sorry about that," she mumbled and kept her hands to herself. "I'm not cold, I'm used to this sort of weather. Not to mention this place is kind of warm. I love you," she murmured as she stroked his cheeks lovingly.

"Distance yourself away from me?" Dylan asked, doubt creeping into his tone. Deciding to go a different route to see what he was saying, Dylan laid her on the ground. Making sure that she could see his eyes, he murmured, "And do you think I will let you? I will keep coming back, I will be your shadow." Stroking her face, Dylan's mouth held a trace of a smirk. "Go ahead and call me your stalker, but I am not going to let you go." Then lowering himself down to kiss her slow and deep, Dylan tried to put all the love and comfort in the world, into that one kiss.

"I think we need to trick every one of the Seven Devils that are fighting, to go into one place. Then we lock them in a room, with us, and take their wands. Then we let them just.. yell at each other, and make them sort it out." Dylan wouldn't be able to put up with this anymore, for much longer. He needed a break, to forget about Anya, Lena and Kait. Dylan needed a happy conversation with his girlfriend.

Not entirely too sure what to say, Dylan flipped them over and held her face in his hands. You couldn't exactly say, 'Things will get better' when you are not sure of that yourself. It seemed like things will get better after Kait came back, but things grew bad after that. Kait got into a heavy drinking problem, and Lena's and Kait's relationship was slowly disappearing. Along with that, Lena was having a problem too. He still remembered when it was just the two of them, in a bar. They got into a fight, when Dylan tried to help her.

He wanted to start yelling at them, and tell them how it was affecting everybody. Coming up with his answer, Dylan murmured, "Because we're strong." That was true. "And maybe that is what they need. Hex each other until they are satisfied, and let it all go."

"No, it's alright." Grinning now, Dylan trailed kisses all over her face, avoiding her lips. Slowly, he reached her neck, then stopped at a point to focus his attention on one area, her sweet spot. "Mmmmmm," Was his response at her comments.

"Yes, distance myself as in avoid you whenever and wherever," Lora confirmed with a sigh, ignoring the tone of Dyl's voice. "You keep coming back and I'll be leaving," she retorted softly and put her arms around his neck, effectively getting him closer. "I need you Dyl, and if anything happens to you because of me, I'd literally hurt myself because of the guilt," she admitted and looked into his eyes. She found herself smiling at his words. "I thought you were already my stalker," she remarked before kissing back her guy just as passionately, her arms wound in his hair. "Don't go now," she whispered and bit his lower lip gently.

The Slushatel laughed lightly and shook her head. "I think I'm going more crazy, because I think I actually like that idea." She was ready to try almost every silly action, if it meant getting them to stop fighting. She wasn't sure how much more of the worry she could take, her heart feeling crushed whenever the Devils gave each other looks of hatred. It was all that she could think about, and talk about with Dyl and it was driving her to the edge.

Lora laid her head on his chest, feeling the rhythmic beating of his heart. She looked into his eyes once more and wondered what he was thinking about and she suddenly felt guilty for dumping all this on him. She hated the fact that she was reliant on him and needed to bother him for every little thing. It was a miracle as to how he had stayed with her for so long, when she clearly didn't deserve it. After all, he was so sweet and worry-free, and she wasn't. He clearly needed someone better, but maybe he doesn't realize it.

Her eyes clenched shut as more tears threatened to spill and the black haired girl hugged him tighter. She was like the Titanic, slowly sinking further into misery and he was the lifeline that was trying to pull her up.

She was broken out of her thoughts as Dyl placed kisses and she blushed lightly. The Slushatel moaned slightly as he played with her sweet spot and once again, her hands trailed the skin under his shirt. She opened a few buttons, not really thinking but wanting to be surrounded by just him and only him. She needed this.

His lips grazing hers, and his eyes seeking her green ones, Dylan knew he would do the same thing, if anything happened to Lora. For years now, she had always been there. Dylan knew that to her, he didn't depend on her a whole lot. But in reality- Dylan needed her to always be there, to cuddle with him when they both needed comfort. "I don't plan too." Dylan opened his mouth again, and kissed her more passionately then there last kiss. She was the only warmth he got these days, and he needed more of it now.

Sensing the wetness in her eyes, Dylan gently turned her face towards him, and kissed her eyelids. "If you need to cry love, do it. Crying will probably help you relieve some stress," He murmured softly.

Placing his hands on her waist, Dylan kissed further down, and stopped at her collarbone, nibbling on the bone gently there. Then realizing that Lora was taking his shirt off, Dylan took it off, and held her to his body, giving her warmth and love she needed. Life was too hard on her, and Dylan was having a hard enough time trying to lighten the load. What Dylan could do, was give her support and comfort.

Lora looked back into her guy's eyes, contented with the silence surrounding them and and just him. She could feel it then and there that he was her everything and she could barely imgine life without him. She never could and never would find anyone that cares for this much. Stroking his cheeks gently, she mumured, "Good to know," and kissed him deeply as though this was their last kiss. She held the sides of his face, her lips burning against his.

"You're too good for me Dyl," she whispered and let the tears fall. "I don't deserve you and you deserve a girl who doesn't spend half her time crying in your arms. I know I'm a bad girlfriend, but please don't leave," she pleaded and held onto him tighter.

The Slushatel ran her hands across his bare chest, and her fingers tingled with familarity. She trailed her lips across his jaw and down his neck, where she made sure to leave a hickey, simply because she was overcome by a sudden feeling of possessiveness. "You're mine," she whispered and reached up to kiss his lips once more. She wanted him so much that it was almost killing her. She wished to feel his hands on her skin, yearning for his touch, just as a distraction to ease her heartache. Everything felt like it was hurting inside of her.

Humming lightly as his lips parted hers, a random memory popped into his head, and he pulled back suddenly, with a sheepish look. "So.. uh, I just remembered this, to tell you. About.... two and a half months ago, I got an owl from Laura, saying that she is pregnant." Shaking his head, Dylan kissed her neck. "Baby is going to be an half-werewolf."

Kissing away her tears, Dylan stayed silent for a while, just giving her comfort. Honestly, the thoughts she had amazed him. "And half the time I think that you are too good for me, love. It is just the stress getting to you, and it shows that you love me a lot doesn't it?" Giving her a soft grin, Dylan eyes sparkled with love for his girlfriend.

Dylan chuckled at the familiar feeling of his girlfriend giving him a hickey, knowing exactly why she did it in the first place. "Hmm... I don't think anybody else can handle you, love," The Slushatel murmured, giving her one too on the side of her throat. Sensing her need for some attention, Dylan decided to go brave and lift up her shirt a bit to lavish attention there. He worked his way up from her stomach, to her arms, to her neck, and up to her ear, where he nibbled on the earlobe.

(Sorry it took such a long time to reply- School and NJROTC got in the way, along with Taekwondo :/)

The Slushatel looked at her boyfriend in shock. "Your sister is pregnant?" She echoed, her eyes widening. "And it's half werewolf?!" She shook her head slightly as though she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Wow, that's awesome, I suppose," she finally said with a small smile, still feeling slightly surprised at having heard the sudden news. "Who's the guy?"

"I'm too good for you? Yeah, right," Lora scoffed and rolled her eyes, while wiping away her tears. "Besides, it's not the stress, it's the same thoughts I've always been having," she muttered. "It's as if every day I wake up, I hope it's not the day where you realize I'm a load of trouble and found someone better." There were definitely better girls at Durmstrang, ones that weren't so sensitive and emotional.

Despite her sadness, she couldn't help but giggle lightly at his comment. "And I don't think any other girl will ever get a shot at you," she whispered and gave him a pointed look. She closed her eyes and fisted her hands in his hair at the feel of his lips. Turning to her side so he was on top of her, she traced her fingers across his chest once more, before placing her lips on his. "You are the only constant one in my life Dyl," she told softly, her thumb grazing his lip gently and her arm tightening around his neck.

"Mmmhmm." Shrugging, Dylan started giving her attention once more as he tried paying attention to her. "I've knew for a while she was interested in this guy, but didn't know it turned into a relationship until I knew she was pregnant. I guess... the night that they got together, they didn't use protection." A dark blush crept up his neck and cheeks, and shook his head quickly.

"For everybody out there, there is the somebody for that person. If somebody likes a relationship that is very loving, cuddly, and dedicated, there is somebody made for that. If you were like me, somebody who doesn't mind taking care of other people, there is somebody out there for that person. And you," Dylan gave her a look and kissed her nose,"are mine."

"Possessive," He growled slightly, and attacked her neck. She only showed this really in times just between the two of them, just like how he was always a perfect gentlemen with her in public. In private... well, he was a male teenager, you can't blame him.

"You are mine. Mine forever, I am never letting you go," He whispered softly, looking at her. "You know, we are almost finished with our schooling." Softly stroking her arm, Dylan asked, "What do you plan on doing after school?"

"Aw, there's no need to feel embarrased to say that," Lora laughed lightly and commented teasingly on her boyfriend's blushing. "And besides, we'll make sure to use protection, especially for our first time, right?" She asked quietly and bit her lip, the red shade on her cheeks this time. "Whatever be the case, I'm happy for your sister," she told honestly. "And convey my congrats to her."

"But that's the thing, I don't want you feeling everytime that you have to 'take care' of me," she sighed. "I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you had to do that." A smile crept on her face and she nodded her head. "So you are that somebody for me? Glad to know that I'm already acquainted with my future husband," she remarked and rolled her eyes good naturedly.

She moaned at Dyl's actions, her hand still on his chest, loving the warmth of his skin and tugged him even closer on top of her. "I thought you liked it when I was possessive," she whispered into his hair as he continued kissing her neck. It was funny how they both were the jealous type. Then again, that was one of things she loved about him and was crazy for.

"I'm yours Dyl," she murmured as she looked into his eyes once more. "Why would anybody else want me anyway?" It was true, no one could ever love her the way he does. "And forever does sound nice." She played with his hair and answered, "Like I mentioned before, I want to be an Auror." And get married to you, she mentally added.

Though she supposed, she was ready to wait for it.

"Double protection," Dylan corrected. "I really don't plan on having children any time soon honestly." Kissing her forehead, he gave her a fond smile. "But no double protection until you are ready Lor." The Slushatel paused, letting that sink in. "And when I send my next letter to Laura, just add your congrats to it. I actually might go visit her soon- haven't seen her since summer."

"But what if I enjoy taking care of you?" He asked. "Lora, just get this through. You are not a burden, o.k? You never had been, you never will be. You are one of the sweetest girls I have ever met, and I feel proud of myself every time I say that you are my girlfriend."

Dylan knew that some of the boys back at Durmstrang had a crush on her. But being herself, Lora was unaware of this. "Your mine, and not the other boys from Durmstrang that has affections for you." A quiet growl came from his throat, and he kissed her deeply in attempt to distract himself.

He sensed there was something else to that sentence. Raising an eyebrow, the Russain asked,"And?"

"It'll definitely be a while till I'm ready for children," Lora confirmed. She wasn't very good of taking care of herself yet, let alone be responsible for another life. The thought itself scared her. But it was something for another day. She nodded her head, agreeing to his letter suggestion of adding in her congratulations.

She sighed sadly. But who knows how long I'll be needing you? Boys like girls who don't worry all the time or complain about everything," she added. However, at his next comment, she felt a slight blush. "I feel proud to call you my boyfriend too, I mean, why wouldn't I?" It was true, any girl would definitely be insanely proud.

Lora looked at her guy with a raised eyebrow, definitely didn't believe him, about other guys having feelings for her. She however did notice the stares he received from girls whenever they'd go out or even from the girls at school itself. She kissed him back just as hard, her fingers clutching his hair, shivering lightly at his growl. "And you are mine, alright? I own you and I don't intend on sharing you," she told in a firm whisper as she pushed him on his back and placed kisses across his chest.

"And nothing," Lora replied with a shake of her head, though her blush had deepened. There was no way she was saying that out loud.

"And how do girls know that? Every guy is different love, and I know you can support yourself. I know you can get a job by yourself, and suppport yourself. You are smart, you are talented. You are just going through a rough patch. In some ways, worse than Kait. And look at you! You are still here, standing strong." Holding her close, he brushed back her hair. "Because I am that amazing."

Dylan grabbed handfuls of her shirt and pulled her closer, his tongue in a fighting battle with hers. "The hickey shows that," He managed to murmur roughly, before starting the process of making one on the side of her neck. Her kisses were driving him crazy.

His hands went down the sides of her body. Then they came back up and tickled her sides, knowing exactly was spot to tickle her. "I can keep this up you know."

Dylan saw out of the corner of his eye that the sun was setting. It wouldn't be a bright idea to be in this area while it was dark. "Come on, we need to be heading back. There is always the Come and Go room to go to." Dylan gave her a wink and put his discarded leather jacket around her shoulders.