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As Long As I Have You

Theo shook slightly, the tremble running through his body until Blaise' hand clamped down on his arm.

"Don't be afraid," he murmured. "You're going to be fine."

Theo wanted to scoff, but he didn't dare even do that.

Death Eaters were watching them, smirks on their faces as one by one, they were forced into an audience with the Dark Lord.

"I'm not a fighter, Blaise," Theo whispered. "I'm not a warrior, or a soldier, or—"

"You don't have to be," Blaise said, firmly. "The world needs more than fighters, Theo. You're going to be fine."

…

Theo waited, barely daring to breathe, for Blaise to come back out of the room. He'd been right, and while the meeting had been the most terrifying of Theo's life, Theo wasn't going to be expected to be a soldier.

The Dark Lord had decided that he should be trained in healing, and Theo was okay with that. Anything that meant he was better prepared to take care of Blaise was okay with him.

When Blaise finally came out, his usually fluid gait was stiff and pained, and Theo reached out for him. "What happened?"

Blaise gripped his right arm around Theo tightly and buried his face in Theo's brown hair. "I've been marked."

…

Living in a post-war world was different to what Theo had expected, had he expected anything. It was almost normal, even, except that the Dark Lord was their 'ruler' instead of the Ministry.

Except Theo knew it wasn't normal.

Disappearances still happened weekly, though they were only told of in whispers, people too afraid to even talk too loudly in this 'new world.'

Those that had fought for the other side had been slain, and those that had run when it became obvious the Dark Lord was triumphant were being hunted down one by one.

Theo had no doubt there would be few left before the year was out.

Instead of worrying about it, Theo buried himself in his studies and in Blaise, the only things that could make him smile anymore.

…

Blaise was cold when he tucked himself in beside Theo. He was freshly showered, and Theo frowned at the chill of his hands.

"Are you okay?" he asked, pushing himself further into Blaise's grasping hands.

"They made me kill Seamus Finnegan," Blaise muttered. "It was… I knew him. Not well, but it's… he wasn't a nameless stranger, Theo. He was our classmate. And they made me kill him."

Theo swallowed hard, nuzzling against Blaise's collarbone, trying to offer what little comfort he could.

He hated that Blaise had been forced into such a role; his boyfriend had had no desire to be a murderer.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

Blaise's arms tightened around him.

…

"Hey you," Blaise murmured, pressing a kiss on Theo's cheek. "What are you doing?"

"Cooking dinner," Theo replied, leaning into Blaise. "I just… wanted a normal night. Just for us. Think we can do that?"

Blaise nodded. "Yeah, sweetheart, I reckon we can. Want some help cooking?"

Theo grinned. "Probably for the best, otherwise I'll burn the house down."

Laughing, Blaise took up a knife and began chopping up the vegetable on the marble countertop.

Life wasn't easy, but there was no saying that it would have been easier if the light side had won. They had what they had, and that was it.

While they had each other, Theo was pretty sure they could handle anything else.

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