"You can't keep this secrecy up forever. What if Voldemort figures it out?" She trembled in his arms.

He breathed in her hair. "He won't. I have to go now; I need to speak with Dumbledore before I leave."

He had arrived late to the revel. The Dark Lord punished him for missing the entertainment.

He lay on the ground. She was too.

Her bushy hair had matted with the blood and dirt. Her chest didn't move.

His pale fingers gripped his wand tightly and trembled as he pulled it from his pocket.

Secrets can only last for so long.