Chapter 1: Remorseful In The Rain
I stood in the middle of the forest, at a clearing; and looked Scabior directly in the eyes.
"Leave me here, and do not return" I demanded of him.
Scabior looked into my once brown eyes, which were now more of a crimson color.
"Why ever would I do that" asked Scabior.
"We could always just take her, we've done it once against her will...what would be the difference in doing it twice" questioned Greyback into Scabior's ear.
A girl who had blonde hair, which was placed in a bun walked behind Scabior; they called her Peri, a fallen Angel. Which they often had called me as well, however, we had different callings by last name. Mines being Peri Scabior, and her's being Peri Malfoy; being the men who had claimed us to be theirs. I'd insisted at times, that it was rather barbaric; men placing their claim on women.
"The dark lord would not be pleased if we returned without her" said Peri Malfoy.
"We'll give you moment alone, and then we shall return" said Greyback turning around, and then walking away followed by Peri Malfoy.
"It wasn't easy for me either Peri" said Scabior.
"Then perhaps you shouldn't have made it seem as though it was...you could have said something, anything in his defense" I said.
"I can not argue with that logic...risk my life, for a boy that will never been my son" said Scabior sarcastically.
"I believe I was permitted a moment alone" I said.
"What is it you wish" asked Scabior.
"For you to follow the others, and not to return until my moment has left me" I said.
Scabior bowed, his head to me; which then, he kissed my hand and turned and hurried off to the others. I felt remorse for all the things I had done, and longed for them to be forgotten or taken away. Draco Malfoy had been killed this morning, when defending himself against the dark lord...he'd voiced his opinions against what they were doing.
I'd thought he'd been brave, but was shamed to hear when the dark lord had spoken; that "If you would prefer to die, that can be arranged". Scabior had not stood in the way, for the reason of jealousy; a jealousy directed at Draco, for being able to make me smile when others could not.
Perhaps if I had not been there, and hadn't spoken to Draco...then he'd still be alive. Scabior knew I loved and most likely always will love him, though his many flaws; but still he insisted and insists that I love another, causing this pure jealousy at any man who would talk to me. If he had only been sure at that moment, that I was loyal to him and not to Draco; or even perhaps, me and Draco had a loyal friendship which I had always mentioned to Draco...would become nothing less, but nothing more then a friendship; which Draco had never been accustomed to.
However, for you to truly understand what we've gone through...the tricksters, the Peris, and the Arcans we must start..at the beginning.