Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and some parts of the plot, if you feel like it to claim it yours (kidding, if you steal my things, see you in the court). Now I remember. I actually own Charles, Rachel and some other characters in the past life. And the Frinskin Bush is mine! Muahahaha...

'Sigh... So much for true love...' Charles got a letter from a normal-looking barn owl as his thoughts were done.

Chapter 17: The Eloping and The End(?)

As a high-ranked guard himself, Charles could easily get through all the human obstacles (namely the other guards) to the old and dilapidated sentry tower which was beyond repair to a state that the people there had long given up on repairing it but were too lazy to remove it.

Before reaching his destination, he had to get past the Imperial garden which was a forbidden ground as it bore the fruits of labour of the Queen. Grasping on to his wand tightly, he quickly bowed low and ran to some Frinskin Bushessomething like a bush with something like chillis for fruits and had something like wires all around it, smelled something like cheese P and hid there for a moment for the coast to clear.

Tippy tappy... Tippy tappy... Tippy tappy...

Charles's ears perked up at this. Could someone be following him? Nah. What's a Disillusion Charm for? Let people catch you while in it that easily? But still, one has to be careful. He swiftly got up and went around all kind of bushes before stopping just beside the sentry tower.

A young lady was all-dressed for an eloping.

'Don't let him be caught!' Rachel prayed silently to the gods and goddesses above in the dark moonless and starless night.

Perfect night for eloping.

On that very night, the King and his Queen were all out of the castle. They went over to another country for discussion of tradings in the two countries. They would never reach home for at least a week due to the issue to be discussed as it needed a great deal of time to be settled properly.

And also, they had brought many guards along with them for protection purposes. So, all these left fewer guards on duty for the time.

Eloping seemed to be the end of all true love in the castle. She knew stories of some other princesses who eloped with their beloved to get their own freedom to love, and to escape from marriages they would never agree to. And so, Rachel sighed.

'So much for true love...'

At this moment, she was suddenly grabbed around her waist. The pair of strong arms were dragging her into a dark shadowy corner. Panic was all over her, but she could not scream. What made her not scream?

"My dearie..." Charles hushed her face, which had horror written all over. "It's me."

Inhaling and exhaling slowly to calm her now-entangled nerves, she cooled down and turned to her dearest.

"Charles! You scared me!" She told him in the most serious tone she could manage.

"I can see that." He said. He was leaning so close to her that torches from not far below the tower were of enough help to see Rachel's face even in the starless-est night. "But don't be. I'm always there for you..."

Rachel giggled. "You took long to come here! Why?"

"Well," He relaxed a little."I thought I was being followed..."

Rachel gasped. And he laughed.

"Relax. That's why I'm late. I was trying to shake that person off."

"Did you manage to do that?"

Looking into Rachel's look of concern, he smiled and gave her a nice little kiss while she moaned with delight...

In the midst of their conversation/kissing, a young man with dark greasy hair was creeping up to them already...

"So, why are you out of your bed? Eh? My dear Honourable?" A cold sneering voice sounded in the empty room.

"I don't see the need for me to tell you the answer, dear Grand Advisor." Came Charles's response, he was angry that he interrupted their kissing session, but at the same time, felt a bit scared. Scared that he would find out about his and Rachel's little secret relationship.

"Ooohh.... Very well, very well. But you see, there's this little law, forgotten by you, maybe, that says that anyone caught not having permission from the King or Queen and are off-duty should not be in the castle ground after the sun set." Deofol looked up and out to the sky. "And I see that it's now way past sun set. Don't you think so?" He cocked a brow up.

"Well, thanks for reminding." Charles froze his voice to be colder than ice in the Atlantic. But he could not carry on with more insults for Deofol as he was gently pulled back by a petite girl behind him.

"Deofol, please! I'm sorry but..."

"Sorry? Sorry? How could you just apologize? You are mine! MINE! MINE! And you will never be his!" He raised his bony index finger on his left arm to Charles, who was now all red with anger.

'Rachel don't even love that crazy, bloody git!' Charles thought. 'And no one raise their voice infront of Rachel.'

"Don't you talk to her like that! Avada Kedavra!"

With a wand raised. A jet of green light was fired in Deofol's general direction.

But missed.

"Poena Dien!" This time, it was Deofol's turn.

(Poena Dien is another deadly curse which was fortunately long forgotten by witches and wizards by the time of Voldermort (remember that this is hundreds of years ago). It meant painful death. The person who was hexed by this spell will first 'die' but later suffer intense pain... lots of pain like the Cruciatus Curse until he really dies. So, this is generally the combination of Cruciatus and Avada Kedavra.)

It hit Charles squarely in his chest, much to Rachel's horror. Her eyes were wide open, taking in the last living beauty of Charles.

With his last 'I love you for eternity', he hit the ground, hard.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooo!!!" Rachel sobbed beside Charles. Constantly muttering 'no' under her breathe. Then, she finally turned to Deofol and got up slowly. Her heart was dead, it died with Charles.

"You will revive him!" She said, her tear-stained face contorted into anger at the look of Deofol's face.

"No. I can't, and I wouldn't. Come on, there's no need to grieve over his insignificant death. We shall live better without his existance on Earth!" Cried Deofol. And he grinned wickedly, grabbing Rachel's hand and pulling her to him.

"If Charles's dead... Is there anything more worth living in this lonely and cruel world?" Rachel asked aloud.

Looking into the sparkling brown eyes of Rachel, fear was all over him.

She grinned, "See you, Deofol." She turned and took a knife out from under her sleeve and stabbed it hard through her heart. "Wait for me, Charles." An enchantingly stunning smile played on her lips as blood ooze out her wound. She fell gracefully onto Charles's chest. The smile never leaving her lips. Then, the two perished...

Now it was Deofol's turn to grieve over a death.

The death of Rachel, her only love. His sorrows went as soon as it came as hatred took over the sadist's mind

"You both will pay. How dare you, if you must both die, I will never let you enjoy the supposedly sweet death of you both!" He was infuriated by Rachel's death. No one died against his wish!

With this, he muttered curses to let them have fruitless love.

For eternity.

And so, that was why Hermione and Draco kept bickering whenever they saw each other!

So they never get to love each other.

When they were in Hogwarts, they had already gone through four incarnations. And they were never loving each other in all the four different lives they lead.

So, will they continue to let this curse thrive or break free from it and enjoy the love which will was supposed to be dead?


A/N: I finally end the past life! I guess most/all of you are pretty happy with this! Oh, and can you guess who Deofol was reincarnated into? The answer is obvious you know. So, please REVIEW and REVIEW! Love to you all. So keep reviewing. Oh! And also some fruits of Frinskin Bushes to you all who reviewing! Hope you find it tasty!
Again,

Love, fionger