Cryptic
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The shovel repeatedly dove into the dark soil, creating a disturbing sound of metal grinding against sand. The man with the tousled russet hair inhaled the earthy scent and his chocolate eyes glistened iridescent as he glanced heavenward. The sky was dark and every star was covered by a thick coat of looming clouds.
The lights of the famous castle shone in the distance, taunting him, reminding him of things he didn't want to remember. He briefly wondered whether he should drop by to say hello to Harry, but decided against it. His sudden presence would only worry the boy.
The ominous, shadowy trees towered over him, whispering to each other in the wind, the wispy moonlight reflecting off their pearly leaves. He involuntarily shivered as he wondered which sinister, uncanny creatures could be lurking in this murky haze, especially now.
He pushed those thoughts far into the back of his mind, once again thrusting the shovel into the dirt. His clothes were windswept and filthy, his face gaunt and greyish; his mouth twisted into a snarl when he pulled an object from the pocket of his frayed cloak.
It was a locket.
The locket was manufactured brilliantly. A hoary disk hung by a delicate silver chain, embedded in its centre laid an emerald gem. Around it, two words were etched into the silver in graceful, twined letters.
Remus & Narcissa
The shimmering, verdant jewel told a tale of broken promises, lost innocence and forbidden relations. Memories that nobody really recalled all too fondly.
They'd be gone forever, he knew as he hurled it into the ravine he'd dug. An odd sentiment tugged at his chest as he watched it land in the dirt with a silent thump.
He cast a last, longing, regretful glance onto the beautiful adornment. How much he wished he could keep it – after all, it was of sentimental value to him - but it had to go. Nobody could ever know. He'd hidden it at the Grimmauld Place 12 in his room, which nobody could access, not even Sirius or Kreacher. But during the last holidays, in an unguarded moment, Molly Weasley and her daughter had slipped in and insisted on cleaning it. The little girl had almost stumbled upon the necklace, which he'd carefully hidden behind a picture of the order, back when James and Lily had still been among them. Just in time, he'd barged in and shooed them out. He couldn't take that risk and longer.
Stop being so dramatic, you're a grown man, he scolded himself.
He took a ragged breath, before picking up the shovel, burying the ghastly secret underneath layers of dark, concealing soil. The arcane, crazy paths he'd walked with her ... A grim smile marred his features. Oh, Narcissa. She'd been one of a kind. But the past was over and he'd dwell in it no longer.
He grasped a shovel and as a dark figure, he inched his way back into the shadows of the Forbidden Forest, before disappearing with a gentle 'pop'.
No one would ever know. Apart from them. They would always know. They would always remember.
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