Chapter Twenty-One: Time Tells
We ended up going to a diner. I'm not surprised we went into public. The world is dominated by witches and wizards, but still, a diner? The Dark Lord Voldemort, the most powerful man on the planet, wants to eat at a diner?
He handed our menus to the waitress. Once she slipped them under her left arm he said, "I want the club sandwich with french-fries."
They both looked at me, so I said, "I want chicken strips and mashed potatoes."
Marv chuckled.
"What?"
"Nothing."
I leaned closer to him, "Whaaaat?"
He laughed at me and relaxed against the booth seat. The waitress walked away as Marv folded his arms behind his head and smirked at me. "Leukos eats that. It's a child's meal."
I rolled my eyes, sighed, and rested against the booth seat. I folded my arms across my chest and said, "Did you bring me out to mock me publicly? The home abuse isn't enough?"
He glared at me and practically growled out, "Shut up and be grateful. We're out doing normal things like normal couples. What more can I possibly give you?"
I sighed, "Alright."
"Don't give me attitude—"
I snapped at him, "I'm not your child! Don't you scold me."
He smirked and then sighed.
I stared out the window until our food arrived. He talked at me, not caring if I was listening or not. A couple of people stared at us, but neither of us was phased. I ate my meal almost completely silently. I was totally quiet until he apparated us to my favorite icecream shop.
I smiled at him and hugged him. He held me loosely and whispered, "They have watermelon tonight."
I kissed his chest and then walked to the counter. They served me two scoops of watermelon icecream on a chocolate dipped waffle cone. I brought him two scoops of peace icecream in a bowl. I held our icecream while he held me from behind and apparated us to a beach. He then apparated us on top of an awkwardly shaped boulder that was perfect for sitting on; we quietly ate our icecream while looking out at the soaked shoals, the quiet ripples of the ocean, and the star filled night sky. The moon was new. So was the feeling of his arm around my waist. It wasn't possessive. It kept me warm during the cold night.
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My kids are grown and moved out now; different parts of the world, different jobs, but all intelligent, all noble. They visit from time to time, mostly on holidays and on my birthday. They mostly just write me, though. Frequently, but it's not the same. However, it has given me time to plot.
I feel a little guilty. He's been good to me for at least a decade now. He lets the kids live their lives. He leaves Rastus completely alone. He's still a cruel dictator, but our life is nice.
But the people of the world, they're suffering, and it's my fault. I should have killed him when I was seventeen. I have a second chance now. I won't pass this one up.
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