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His arms wrapped possessively around her, exhilarating peace stirring in her heart as she begged him to stay. Murmured assent comforted them both in a moment of silence while he held her closer.
A flinch and a jerk of the left arm. Rising quickly to leave her alone, he grabbed the cloak that has dominated his life. She has never seen his other face.
She begged again as he reached for the door. "For the Order," was the sharp retort. Eyes softened. "For us."
Following him quietly, she hides outside the Death Circle. He will not be alone after the Crucio. The pain escalates. He breaks. Torture intensifies.
The Reptile made quick plans, then departed with his faithful in a flurry.
She runs to her love. Finally realizes. It is her. As she cries, he draws the last painful breath. Rocking him she weeps. Her fault. Her weakness exposed his. All is lost.
Blinking in the night, she grasps the tear and sweat drenched sheets, and cries anew for the love she can never show.