MadlyinlovewithBowie

I hope this update was quick enough. The story is coming to an end. Just a few more chapters (then I gotta get started on the sequel)

And thank you, your encouragement probably improved my grammar and spelling :)

Asta Marionette:

Yes, they found him, sadly enough. I had to reunite their family... no matter how dysfunctional they may be together.

And yes, they automatically clicked, which bother poor Anne.

I admire her, too. :)

We'll see if Rodolphus gets his way with her in the end, won't we?

Author's note: The story is ending! About three or four more chapters and a bit of an epilogue, I think :D

Then of course, part 2. Which, may take a while to start. I haven't decided. I still have my other story, which I don't want to leave on hiatus!

Lestrange Manor

'Are you ready, love?' Rodolphus asked, sneaking behind Anne and kissing her neck.

Desperate to see her son, Anne did nothing that would anger Rodolphus. So instead of pushing him away, like she wanted to, she replied in a soft tone.

'To kill and torture?' She asked. 'Of course. I was made for it.'

'Ahh, my beautiful, sarcastic Mistress, you're going to have to drop that habit.' Rodolphus stated, before turning her around.

Anne did not look at Rodolphus until he forced her chin upwards.

'Remember our deal.' Rodolphus said, releasing her.

'More like an ultimatum.' Anne replied.

'Whatever you wish to call it.' Rodolphus said, with a shrug.

'How's Alexander?' Anne asked.

'He's safe.' Rodolphus replied.

'Where is he?' Anne asked.

'With a maid.' Rodolphus answered.

'Is he – '

'Enough questions.' Rodolphus interrupted. 'We have guests waiting downstairs.'

He took something out of his pocket and held it out to Anne.

'If you use your wand on anyone else but the prisoners, well, I don't think I have to tell you what will happen.' Rodolphus said. 'I'm sure you're willing to do anything for your son.'

Anne took the wand in her hand, and resisted the urge to curse Rodolphus.

Rodolphus smirked, as if he could guess what Anne was thinking.

He held out his arm for her. 'Shall we go?'

Anne took his arm, and very slowly, the two of them proceeded downstairs, where all the guests awaited their entertainment.

'Ladies and gentlemen,' Rodolphus said. 'I'm sure you all remember my lovely Mistress, Annabelle.'

Anne curtsied, as Rodolphus directed her to do so, from now on.

She took this opportunity to look around and see who her guests were. She was more than shocked when she saw Narcissa amongst them.

'Should she be here to watch this?' Anne whispered to Rodolphus. 'Besides being Narcissa...she's very pregnant!'

Rodolphus shrugged. 'It's her choice.'

Anne gritted her teeth, refraining herself from asking whether or not it was really her choice, or if the decision was made by Lucius.

Anne looked around some more, hoping to see someone give her a comforting smile. All she saw were smirks, cruel smiles, angry expressions, looks of disgust, and even glances of anticipation of the upcoming entertainment.

'Are mistresses required to do this?' Anne asked, slightly nervous.

'You mean, being so devoted that they're willing to kill on their master's behalf?' Rodolphus asked, amused.

'I was just asking.' Anne replied, quietly.

'Why are you so nervous for? They haven't got wands.' Rodolphus said, reassuringly. 'They cannot hurt you.'

'I'm about to become a killer.' Anne said.

'You've killed before.' Rodolphus stated.

'Not good people!' Anne blurted out, without thinking.

Rodolphus tightened his hold on Anne slightly.

'You need to figure out already which side is good, and which is bad.' Rodolphus said, dangerously. 'I won't have my son growing up in this blasphemy.'

Anne could not help but laugh once Rodolphus said blasphemy.

This caused Rodolphus to roughly throw Anne to the floor.

'Bring the prisoners!' Rodolphus yelled, taking his seat.

Meanwhile Anne groaned, and pushed herself to her feet, as some Deatheaters laughed.

Anne glared at a couple of them, wishing she could curse them.

Eventually, all the prisoners were placed before Anne. They were all gagged and their hands were tied behind their back. They really were defenceless.

Rodolphus waved his wand, and all the blindfolds had fallen off, as well as the gags. Each of the prisoners took a few seconds to examine their surroundings. Before their eyes fell on Anne.

'Sorelli!' A man called.

Anne recognized him as a member of the Order.

It wasn't just any member, either. It was one that Sirius had been particularly fond of.

Anne took a deep breath.

'Anne!' cried a woman's voice.

It was Lisa.

'Anne!'

John.

They were all simultaneously yelling out at her, asking questions, begging for their lives.

She hadn't even started yet.

'Sorelli, we haven't got all day!' A Deatheater yelled.

Anne turned to yell at him. 'Well then perhaps you should go do something else and let me do things my way!'

The Deatheater looked towards Rodolphus before flicking his wand at Anne, which resulted in Anne falling hard on her back several metres away.

Anne hissed in anger, and glared at Rodolphus, who just gave her a small smile.

'It's rude to keep the guests waiting, Mistress.' Rodolphus said, simply.

Anne sighed, and got up, and walked towards her awaiting victims. She resisted the urge to yell at Rodolphus.

'The Order members first, Annabelle.' Rodolphus ordered, as Anne made her way to Lisa and John.

She ignored him. She just had to know.

'Why did you give up my son?' Anne asked, her voice filled with betrayal. 'I trusted you, and you promised me!'

Several Deatheater laughed. Anne knew why, too. She sounded like a child, all upset, as if her parents just told her Santa Claus wasn't real.

'Anne, we didn't, we never – '

Anne never heard the rest of their explanation, as she fell down, screaming.

When the pain subsided, and Anne steadied herself, and looked up to see Rodolphus standing over her.

'I didn't tell you to come down here and ask questions!' Rodolphus said, angrily. 'Just do what you're told!'

'You lied!' Anne screamed. 'How did you get my baby!'

Rodolphus grabbed Anne's hair, and forced her to stand up.

'You'll never see your baby again, if you don't do what you're told now!' Rodolphus whispered in her ear.

'FINE!' Anne screamed, finally pushing Rodolphus away.

She didn't care how much her scalped burned, as she tore herself away from him.

She raised her wand at one of the Order members, and yelled out spell after spell.

Rodolphus quickly found out how right he was. Anne would have done anything for her son. Now she stood in the middle, surrounded by many Deatheaters, and ignoring them all, she tortured and tortured as if she were one for them.

Rodolphus smiled to himself, congratulating himself on being such an excellent trainer. He was the one who taught Anne to duel the way she did, he taught her those dark spells, and her skilful use of a wand was all because of him.

Anne drowned out all the horrible screaming, she ignored the blood, the pleading and the protests. Her head was in a different place now. It had been so long since she had done magic like this and she forgot how good it made her feel. All the power surging through her, the strength, the control, all of it made her feel indestructible. It was all coming back to her.

It wasn't until someone lashed out at her, did Anne come to her senses. One of the Order members managed to trip her by swinging his legs, as his hands were still tied up.

Anne crashed, rather painfully to the ground, hitting her head in the process. She wasn't hurt all that much. It was just a little cut at the top of her head.

But reality hit her as she looked at the destruction she caused.

All the blood.

She screamed.

'Oh god!' She yelled, backing away from them.

'Finish them off, Anne!' Rodolphus ordered.

Anne looked at Rodolphus, wide eyed, as if she only figured out now what kind of monster he was.

Anne shook her head, and her eyes landed on Narcissa.

Narcissa made eye contact with her, but her stance, and expression were icy, and very stoic.

'How can you just watch this?' Anne screamed.

She turned towards some of the others: Lucius, Regulus, Rabastan, Evan, Dolohov, Rookwood, and even the people she did not know.

'How can you all just sit there and enjoy this?' Anne shrieked.

She looked at her victims once more

'Oh god!' Anne screamed, agonized.

She felt like she was thirteen years old again. When she had just had this whole world thrust upon her, when everyone laughed as she struggled to keep calm. She felt like a hopeless child.

Rodolphus came forward and kneeled down beside Anne, and looked her in the eye.

'You know, your son has the same eyes as you.' Rodolphus stated.

Anne looked at Rodolphus for a long time.

'Kill them.' Rodolphus finally said.

Anne buried her head on Rodolphus's chest.

'I'm here beside you.' Rodolphus said. 'Go finish them off.'

Rodolphus helped Anne to her feet, and she began shooting spells once more.

Finally, Anne decided to end things.

'Avada Kedavra!' She yelled, several times.

One by one, the bodies went limp.

Anne turned to the only two people, who were still unharmed: John and Lisa.

Anne raised her wand, as Lisa begged her not to.

She didn't listen.

Rodolphus joined in.

'This is what you get for taking my son! Rodolphus hissed, as John and Lisa screamed with pain.

Anne briefly wondered what really happened. She wondered how John and Lisa got caught. She wondered what lies Rodolphus told her. She wondered how Rodolphus got a hold of Alexander.

But she ignored every thought she had in her head, and just kept torturing, as if she were a ruthless cold-hearted person, just like her master.

Finally, she heard Rodolphus shouted, 'Avada Kedavra!'

And John's body went limp.

She pointed her wand at Lisa one last time. 'Avada Kedavra.'

Lisa's body went limp.

It was now that Anne noticed all the cheering, clapping and laughter. And she realized that as she suffered, they were enjoying themselves the whole time. Rodolphus grinned, proud of his work.

Even Narcissa was clapping, and Anne briefly wondered what happened to her friend, when she realized there was no point in wondering such a thing. The same thing that happened to all her friends had finally happened to Narcissa.

Some Deatheater caught her attention.

Anne recognized him as Yaxley.

'Finally an obedient little slave, aren't you?' He asked her.

'Mistress.' Anne corrected.

'A whore.' Yaxley said, simply, with a smile.

Anne pointed her wand at him, and Yaxley laughed, as Rodolphus came over.

'I'll take this back.' Rodolphus said, laughing. 'You know you're not supposed to hurt my guests.'

Anne sighed, and then realized Rodolphus told her not to use her wand on anyone that wasn't a prisoner.

She wanted to wipe that smug look off Yaxley's face.

Not caring that she'd be punished for her actions, Anne clenched her fist, drew back her hand, and punched Yaxley in the face.

Anne caught everyone's attention, and Rodolphus laughed, as Yaxley clutched his now bleeding nose.

He recovered quickly enough, however, and pulled a knife from his pocket.

Anne looked to Rodolphus for help, but nobody reacted fast enough, as a knife slashed into Anne stomach.

Narcissa finally reacted, and her screams were simultaneous with Anne's.

Rodolphus grabbed a hold of Anne, and Lucius grabbed onto Narcissa.

'Lucius, the baby!' Narcissa screamed.

Lucius did not even have time to think.

'Life your damn charms, Lestrange!' Lucius yelled. 'I need to get my wife out!'

Rodolphus hissed in anger. 'Carry her out then! I'll be damned if I put your wife ahead of mine!'

Anne became silent upon hearing those words and apparently so did everyone else, with the exception of the screaming Narcissa.

Bellatrix glared coldly at Anne and Rodolphus.

Rodolphus just shook his head.

'Someone take care of my Mistress. Make sure she doesn't bleed to death.' Rodolphus said, before handing Anne to a random Deatheater.

He walked over to Lucius and Narcissa, trying to make things right, and lift the charms.

Anne laughed through her pain. 'Heal me, damn you!'

It was just a knife. All she needed was to have the knife taken out, and then her wound healed. She'll deal with the pain, she didn't care about taking potions. Everyone can go to Narcissa, but Anne wanted her son.

She and Rodolphus had a deal.

'HEAL ME!' Anne screamed. 'You sons of bitches, watch what Rodolphus does if you let me die here!'

They knew she was right, and so two of them tended to Anne's wound. Yaxley was one of them.

'I hope he kills you.' Anne spat at him.

Yaxley, rather roughly, pulled the knife out, making Anne hiss in pain.

The other was healing her.

'He'll do no such thing.' Yaxley replied. 'I bet you, he won't do anything at all.'

Anne was healed in a couple of minutes, and she pushed everyone else out of the way. She hoped Narcissa was okay, but at the moment, she wanted her son.

Anne came across a house elf.

'Where is Alexander?' she asked, rudely.

The house elf looked unsure if he should tell her or not.

'Tell me or I'll have you burned alive!' Anne screamed. 'Believe me, my maser puts my wishes ahead of yours!'

The elf, looking positively frightened, told Anne.

'Master Alexander is in on the fourth floor, in the nursery!' The elf squeaked, nervously. 'It is the second door to the right!'

'Thank you!' Anne said, in a much sweeter tone, before dashing upstairs.

She barged through the door, and ordered the lady to give her Alexander.

The maid, who was holding Alexander, gave him to Anne.

Finally holding her son after months, Anne slid down to the floor, and cried in sheer relief. Alexander looked at his mom, confused.

She was still covered in blood, and looked so defeated. It was a way he had never seen his mom before.

But at the sight at seeing his mom again, Alexander finally just gurgled happily as Anne rocked him back and forth.

Anne didn't realize how long she has been holding her son, and speaking to him in hushed tones, before the door opened once more. She realized however, that it must've been hours.

Rodolphus walked in, and Anne looked up for the first time since she entered the room.

'Will you take my son?' Rodolphus asked the maid. 'Give him a bath.'

The maid came towards Anne, who stubbornly refused to hand him over.

Rodolphus sighed. 'You can see him after you've both washed up. In case you haven't noticed, you're covered in blood, and now, so is he.'

Anne chose to believe Rodolphus, and so, she stood up and gave her baby to the maid.

'I'm exhausted.' Anne said, walking towards Rodolphus, with a grimace on her face.

'You're still in pain?' Rodolphus asked. 'No one helped you?'

'After you left my side, no one really cared.' Anne replied. 'I just made them heal me, so I could go see Alexander.'

Rodolphus directed Anne into a washroom.

'Get out.' Anne said. 'I can wash myself.'

'I need to shower too.' Rodolphus replied, simply.

'Then use a different washroom.' Anne said, too exhausted to raise her voice.

Rodolphus rolled his eyes. 'Just get in, and stop making things so difficult.'

Once, Rodolphus and Anne had finished showering, after a lot of struggle, they got dressed, and were now residing in the bedroom. Both were silent.

'Can I put my son to sleep?' Anne asked, breaking the silence.

'Someone else can do it.' Rodolphus replied, stupidly.

Anne laughed. 'Um, I know, but I want to.'

'Yeah, sure.' Rodolphus said. 'Let's go.'

'You don't have to come with me.' Anne said, making it clear that she didn't want Rodolphus with her.

Rodolphus pretended not to notice. 'I know, but I want to.'

Anne rolled her eyes and walked directly in front of Rodolphus, not wanting to make awkward conversation with him. She began to have a battle withherself inside of her mind, like she use to do, when she was younger.

He called you his wife.

It was a slip of his tongue.

You know it wasn't.

He left me as soon as he said it.

Of course he did. Think of what it must've looked like to other people! His own, TRUE wife was there.

Oh, I wished I could've thought to look at Bellatrix's expression.

He loves you.

Does he?

Ask him.

No! That's always ends badly.

Do you still love him?

I don't know...Do I?

No...Yes?

TALK TO HIM!

Anne shook her head at herself, and they finally reached Alexander's nursery.

'Hey there, pretty baby.' Anne cooed, as she picked Alexander up from his crib.

To Anne's delight, he was wide awake.

'He's so big now.' Anne commented, kissing him.

'That's what happens when you leave him.' Rodolphus said.

'What can he do now?' Anne asked. 'He couldn't do anything but babble when I last saw him.'

'He can crawl, he can sit up, he can laugh...' Rodolphus listed. 'He can talk a little.'

Anne looked at Rodolphus in disbelief. 'He cannot!'

'Yes. He can say daddy.' Rodolphus said, casually.

'No way!' Anne said. 'I did not miss his first word. And it was not daddy!'

'Whatever you say.' Rodolphus replied.

'He's too young to talk!' Anne protested.

'I said a little.' Rodolphus defended. 'And it's only babble talk.'

'It's not true, moron!' Anne exclaimed.

Rodolphus narrowed his eyes. 'Give him to me. I'll show you.'

Rather roughly, Rodolphus grabbed Alexander away from Anne.

'Be careful! You're hurting him!' Anne whined.

'Alexander, say daddy.' Rodolphus demanded.

It was in such a commanding tone, that Anne scoffed. 'You can't order a baby around!'

Silence, and then, 'Daa-dee.'

And rather than being happy at his child's first word, Rodolphus merely turned to Anne and smirked, victoriously.

'You were saying, Mistress?' Rodolphus mocked.

'Give him to me.' Anne ordered.

Rodolphus laughed at her childishness.

Anne took Alexander back in her arms, and kissed him again.

'Daa-dee.' Alexander gurgled.

'Yes, daddy's here.' Anne whispered. 'Are you happy?'

Alexander just laughed.

Anne gave her son a small smile.

'Well, it's time for bed. Are you sleepy?' Anne asked. 'Do you want mommy to stay?'

Alexander laughed once more.

'Did you miss mommy?' Anne asked, as her smile grew.

'Why are you talking to a baby?' Rodolphus asked. 'He doesn't understand you.'

'This is why I said you didn't have to come.' Anne snapped.

Rodolphus rolled his eyes. 'Just finish up already, or someone else can put him to bed.'

Anne scoffed angrily, and put her son back in his crib.

He stared blankly up at her, no longer laughing.

'Don't worry.' Anne said, reassuringly. 'Mommy will be back in the morning. I promise, and I won't ever leave you again.'

After a few more seconds of silence, Anne began to sing him a lullaby.

'Sleep, baby, sleep,
Your daddy's away,
Sleep, baby, sleep,
And mommy will pray,
Pray all the night
Through the sea's sullen roar,
Pray while I'm watching
And weeping so sore;
But there's daddy's voice
Coming up from the shore,
And now you and I
Are weeping no more,
Now you and I
Are weeping no more,
Are weeping no more.'

'Touching.' Rodolphus remarked, sarcastically.

'Can I stay with him tonight?' Anne asked, not looking at Rodolphus.

'No, you're staying with me, tonight.' Rodolphus said, sternly.

'I've missed him so much, Rodolphus.' Anne said. 'I don't think he's ever spent a night alone.'

'He'll be fine.' Rodolphus said. 'Anyways, he's been sleeping without you near him for months.'

Anne bit down on her tongue before speaking once more. 'Do you love your son, Rodolphus?

'Not at much as I had thought I would.' Rodolphus said, harshly. 'But he's useful. He keeps his mother in her place.'

Anne sighed in disbelief. 'He's your son!'

Rodolphus shrugged. 'So? My father wasn't particularly fond of me.'

'God knows why.' Anne said, sarcastically.

'You shouldn't be surprised.' Rodolphus told Anne. 'What Pureblood parents dote on their children?'

'My Aunt Callie and Uncle Charles doted on James.' Anne whispered.

'But from what I know, your parents didn't dote on you, did they, little Slytherin?' Rodolphus asked, mockingly.

'Shut up.' Anne replied.

A long pause ensued. Anne watched her son sleeping peacefully, and Rodolphus watched Anne, waiting for her to come.

'Did you have to have him killed?' Anne whispered.

'Who?' Rodolphus asked.

'Any of them.' Anne said. 'My parents, my uncle... you know my aunt died of grief?'

'Good riddance.' Rodolphus said, with a smirk.

Anne turned to him finally, with a heartbreaking look etched on her face.

'Don't cry.' Rodolphus said. 'You've got your own little thing crying all the time. One would think that you'd finally stop crying.'

Anne huffed, and angrily walked past Rodolphus. 'He's not a thing!'

He sighed, and followed her back to his bedroom.

'What is it?' Rodolphus asked.

'Let's get this over it.' Anne said, stoically.

'We're not getting anything over with.' Rodolphus hissed. 'I haven't seen you for months. I'm not gonna just let you lie there while I fuck you. So say what you've got to say!'

'Why? So you can just shoot me down for crying?' Anne asked. 'I've spent months on the run trying to get away from you! Months away from my family and my friends, not knowing whether or not they were okay!'

'You ran away!' Rodolphus yelled. 'You chose to do it! I told you not to leave! I told you to come back!'

'I had to give birth to a son that looks exactly like you!' Anne exclaimed. 'And believe me it was no easy birth and every day for weeks, all I saw was you in him! MY perfect little angel and he looked like you!'

Rodolphus just gritted his teeth and glared at Anne, who to his surprise was more angry than upset. He preferred it over the crying, however.

'I didn't even have time to mourn!' Anne continued. 'My uncle died because of me! I let him die! And because of it, my aunt died! And James is an orphan just like me now! And I know he'll never forgive me! I had to walk around with this guilt forever, knowing that if I let myself fall into a depression, YOU'D CATCH ME!'

'You belong here. With ME!' Rodolphus replied. 'You did all this you yourself! They could've still been alive. Do you see what the consequences were for your foolish questions?'

'Did you have to have him killed?' Anne asked, desperately.

Rodolphus smirked cruelly. 'I didn't have your uncle killed. I had him brought here. I killed him myself.'

Anne felt chills run through her entire body. She felt her blood turn to ice.

'I loved you.' Anne said, shaking her head.

Rodolphus shrugged. 'Well, I love you now. So, tell me, smartass, was it all worth it?'

Anne shook her head, disgusted and distraught. 'You don't do this to people you love! Don't you get it! James's parents were the closest things to parents I had since I was thirteen!'

'And why would you need anyone else if you have me?' Rodolphus asked.

'God! Are you gonna kill the whole world before you're satisfied with yourself!' Anne screamed. 'It wasn't enough to make me your Mistress, it wasn't enough to get me knocked up? Do you have to kill every person I love if it isn't you?'

'This is your life. Here, with me.' Rodolphus said, with a shrug. 'Stay here, and do what you're told. Accept your place and no one else needs to die.'

'And you swear to me, they won't!' Anne asked. 'Lily, James? You'll spare them all?'

'Yes.' Rodolphus said.

'Even Sirius?' Anne asked.

Rodolphus paused.

'Promise me, Rodolphus!' Anne screamed.

He smirked. 'Say you love me, and you have a deal.'

'I love you.' Anne said, robotically.

'Say it like you mean it, and show me.' Rodolphus said, casually. 'Then we have a deal.'

Anne ran over to Rodolphus and she pretended like she was thirteen years old. Back when everything was still a secret, when nobody knew about them. Back when she did love Rodolphus, but wouldn't even admit it to herself. Back when she thought it was still a fair trade.

Flashback

'We've got Quidditch practise tomorrow.' Rodolphus said, coming into the empty classroom.

'What?' Anne asked, stupidly, caught off guard by Rodolphus's entrance.

Whenever they had to meet, Anne always felt so nervous and so scared. Quidditch was the last thing on her mind.

'Quidditch? The sport we play with brooms and Quaffles.' Rodolphus said, before adding, 'Silly girl.'

Anne laughed uncomfortably. 'Right.'

'Nervous?' Rodolphus asked, coming closer to Anne.

'No...' Anne lied. 'You get over it after the... first ten times or so.'

'It was far more than ten, I assure you.' Rodolphus laughed.

Then he kissed her, and her world seemed to stop, but her heart raced on, faster and faster. She wondered briefly if this was healthy for her. She felt that her heart would explode at any minute, at the rate it was going.

The nervousness went away, as soon as she felt Rodolphus's lips on her. It's as if instinct took over. All the guilt, the fear, and the dread were gone as if she felt none of those emotions on the first place.

Anne wrapped her legs around Rodolphus, determined not to break the kiss. She didn't care if she passed out for lack of air, which, to her embarrassment, has happened before.

Rodolphus broke the kiss, as if he read her thoughts. He gave out a little laugh and instead, began to kiss down her neck.

Anne mumbled something, and Rodolphus stopped.

'What did you say?' Rodolphus asked, not being able to decipher what Anne mumbled.

Anne laughed slightly, and pulled Rodolphus closer to her.

'I said it feels so good.' Anne whispered, breathless.

'Oh, you think that's good?' Rodolphus asked, sliding his hand up Anne's leg.

Anne moaned in pleasure.

'Does that feel good?' Rodolphus asked.

Anne answered with another moan.

'And this?' Rodolphus asked, as Anne moaned louder.

Rodolphus began to kiss Anne once more, and she used her hands to undo Rodolphus's school uniform. She started to unbutton his shirt, with her newfound experience.

Things got hot really fast, and before she knew it, Rodolphus pushed inside of her, and she screamed with ecstasy.

She didn't believe Rodolphus when he said that it would get better. That it would feel great, and wouldn't hurt anymore.

Now she believed him.

She didn't want to let go.

'You're going?' Anne blurted out, once they were finished and Rodolphus began to dress.

Rodolphus smiled at her. 'Do you want me to stay?'

Anne laughed, and scoffed.

'Why would I want you to stay?' Anne asked, scornfully.

Rodolphus leaned in and kissed her once more.

'Beats me.' He said, getting up.

Anne, currently sitting on the cold floor, didn't get up and get dressed, but just remained on the floor, watching Rodolphus, with desire in her eyes.

Rodolphus reached the door and turned around. 'Remember. Quidditch practise.'

'You're walking out without your shirt?' Anne asked, gesturing to Rodolphus's school shirt on the ground.'

Rodolphus shrugged. 'I don't need it.'

He was right, he had been wearing a t-shirt underneath his shirt. But Anne still found it weird that he would leave clothes lying around.

'It's a school shirt.' Rodolphus stated. 'It could be anybody's. I wouldn't leave it if I thought anybody would find out.'

Anne rolled her eyes. 'Good. Now go.'

Rodolphus smirked. 'Get back to the common room, Anne. You're gonna get detention, otherwise.'

'Goodbye!' Anne said, obnoxiously.

'Goodnight.' Rodolphus said, leaving the room.

Anne sighed, and walked over and grabbed Rodolphus's shirt. She put it one, and just sat on a chair for a little while.

'Why would I want you to stay?' Anne said, aloud to herself.

End Flashback

'I love you.' Anne whispered softly, as she and Rodolphus finished.

And now she began to cry.

Rodolphus stared at her, confused, and could not get himself to speak.

'I love you, I love you.' Anne whispered. 'Why did you have to do it?'

'Do what?' Rodolphus asked.

'All of it.' Anne replied, distantly.

'It will all get better.' Rodolphus said, pulling Anne close to him.

'You always say that.' Anne said. 'When has it ever gotten better?'

'It will now.' Rodolphus promised. 'We're gonna win the war.'

'I wish I was thirteen again.' Anne said, faintly.

'We'll talk tomorrow.' Rodolphus said. 'Go to sleep, Annabelle.'

'It's Anne.' she replied.

'Goodnight.' Rodolphus said, harshly.

Anne closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.