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Muggles have a very interesting saying, they ask for gentler outcomes for they are not God’s best warriors. Half bloods seem to be trapped in a limbo of this saying, being magic most chosen warriors.
A day like today was to be remembered. Remus Lupin and Severus Snape were both denied their last chance at escaping the UK by mere seconds. This was not the fault of the illegal wizard that got them the international portkey but a mere instance of fate. They cashed into each other, their trunks being the only thing that survived. The men egos did not, in fact they were so close to starting a fight, already their hands searching for their wands when the portkey disappeared.
They both looked at each other, Remus looking more scared at the minute and Severus checking their surroundings.
Regulus black had another portkey waiting for him, he told Severus he could accompany him if he lost or got attacked while trying to reach him, none of that happened but Severus was now running away from Remus while the others started following him. Wolves tend to be very good at not letting prey go and Remus was very close to feral (we thank the full moon that awaited him the very next day) ,and quite desperate.
Two shadows in an inconspicuous cemetery could be seen from afar. The old Alphard Black was doing one last favor to one of his younger members and quite a few extra passengers.
three minutes till six in the morning. Three minutes that could be the last hope of two wizards that wanted to be free and alive.
It was 6am in the borders of a faraway country, three young men (at least one of them could still be called a boy) that did not speak a lick the language and looked too strange to be even rich muggles were renting a very small room with just hand gestures. The money helped of course.
But money does not last forever, does it? What is the most probable country where the coin would be exchanged at a better value? They bought books of travel, helping with the recent photos to apparate to the empty houses up in the mountains, they moved close to the shore and in winter decided to go even further to more warmer lands.
What started as a cats vs dogs situation started to evolve in camaraderie, they weren’t in school anymore. Severus taught them how to do simple salves and draughts, Regulus taught them how to extract the best deal and how to avoid danger before it arrived and Remus was a jack of all trades with household magic, knowledge of muggle electronics and some basic knowledge of the climate in muggle countries.
Severus and Remus were always together, making plans to protect Regulus and giving him all they could not enjoy when they were younger. They transformed into a very small family of their own.
No one knew French but they found some English speakers, when they moved to the USA there was still news of V’s rising power. They barely made it to Venezuela, they could find a home in a very gentle house, with just a mother waiting for her sons to come back with their father from Perú.
At this point many years passed, all of them indebted to the old woman decided to help her find her loved ones. Regulus stayed while Severus and Remus prepared for their last trip.
It was hell, the couple thought if muggles could put their country on fire this was it but reality was they were in an interminable night. They ran straight up into another war, no one was safe, the last strike so close to determine if it was the end of a cruel regime. The people they went to search were part of thousands of souls that disappeared over the years. The news was sad but perhaps with a little tweak they could give their kind host some closure.
A kiss, one of many is what they shared in the nights before they found a permanent way to disappear from the world.
Between sheets and adrenaline, sweat and nights with their wands on their hands Severus Snape decided to come back from the dead.
New faces for all that remembered the last members of a family that lived on the coast, memories of survival when they saw two men came back looking like they survived the worst and they did.
After years they perfected a neutral accent and tried to get papers for their last member, they could claim the ruins of a house. From ashes they rose, different names and lives but the beginning entirely theirs.
En una casita de un barrio poblado vive una familia inusual, una pareja que parece haberse adoptado un chico apenas menor que ellos. Tienen familia en Venezuela y pues parece que tienen una tía muy buena que les manda cositas cada tanto.
Todos se llaman diferente pero le siguen dando pisos a su casita y viven todos juntos.
El mayor ha visto la guerra así que todos lo respetan y los niños lo quieren bastante. Es profesor de humanidades pero ya va a publicar libros de fantasía para niños.
Su pareja es serio pero tiene a su hombre como las esposas de aquí, todo amarrado y enamorado. El señor tiene su tienda de hierbas y trae fruta de la sierra alta, dicen que es como los chamanes que ya no hay y te sana de todos los males.
El chico parece eternamente joven y es todo un mimado, es un niño lindo que ama a los perritos callejeros, ya lo conocen porque le gritan por traer todos los animales falderos a su casa. Acaban de inaugurar un albergue gracias a ese ,pero te digo, ese niño de sus papás tiene que ir a la universidad, ahora que nadie se desaparece podría hacer tantas cosas por el barrio de Magdalena.
Al fin del día las señoras terminan sus charlas y van a preparar el almuerzo, los hombres vuelven del trabajo y los niños a hacer su tarea, nadie pensaría que hay tres magos que son parte de una pequeña comunidad hispana.