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Drabble 1: NEVER KNOWING
Her hands were sweating. She tightened the grip on her wand out of fear that the slickness of her palms would see it crashing on the floor. She was panicked. Her heart was beating fast and her mind was a rush of thoughts, yet at the same time blank. She was at complete odds with herself, with her principles. She knew why it had to be done but at the same time she wanted to be a million miles away from this.
His head was inches away from the tip of her wand. The black velvet of the blind fold was all that shielded him from knowing who was going to be responsible for his end.
Why bother with the wand she thought when all she needed was a knife laced with all their secrets before she drove it in that spot between his shoulder blades.
They were enemies, then lovers, then enemies again. They had come round in a full circle and now they had no where else to go. Something had to happen to break the cycle and here it was. The man she bedded on his knees in front of her. His lips crusted and bleeding and the fingers on his hands crushed to stumps. Her lover was broken for he would no longer be able to kiss her with his soft lips or stroke her face with his long fingers.
And the worst thing was that she had helped to break him. She had led them to him. She had cast that first stunning spell that hit his back and brought him crashing to the floor. No one knew about them. They wouldn't understand. They couldn't understand. How could they when she could barely get her head round it.
She had loved a death eater.
And now she had the opportunity to erase that part of her life, the part that would scare her when she sat alone in the dark, the part that reminded her that she had allowed herself to be touched by a murderer, a killer.
He would understand; she couldn't risk throwing away everything she had on the chance that he loved her return.