Whee for new chapter! . Be happy.
Tara changed a few things in Caith's life. For one, he became willing to defend himself, so long as that didn't mean hurting the other person, mostly because he didn't want to upset Tara by getting hurt. She didn't like the reason, but she figured it was better then nothing.
After about a year, they started dating. By that time, they were seperated only during classes and sleep.
Caith eventually gained Conner's trust, through much inticement from Tara, and the fact that he wasn't around to do anything about it.
In Caith's sixth year, Tara's fifth, they tried out for the Quidditch team together. Caith was the keeper, Tara the seeker. They both played that year.
The next year, after the last Quidditch game (though they lost, it was a good game and they all enjoyed it), Caith brought Tara into his room, which he decorated with candles before the game. He had her sit on the bed, while he stood in front of her.
"Tara, I wanna ask you something... but I'm not really sure... I doubt I ever will be..." I'm so afriad this'll put you in danger...
She kisses him lightly. "Just ask." She smiles encouragingly into his eyes. "don't be afriad."
He takes a deep breath and nods. Salem flies over her and drops a ring of white gold and a beautiful sparkling diamond in Tara's lap, the perches on her shoulder. Caith gets down on one knee. "Tara... will you... marry me?"
She flings her arms around him. "Yes! Oh, Caith! Yes!"
He laughs, returning the hug, then kissing her deeply. "I didn't wanna leave Hogwarts without asking... We won't see each other much next year..."
"I know. We'll be alright." She picks up the ring off the floor and studies it, then puts it on. "Caith, it's beautiful..."
Caith nods. "It was my mother's." he smiles at her hand, the ring's a perfect fit.
She admires the ring a bit more, moving her hand to make it sparkle, then kisses him, just as deep as he kissed her, then pulls away, smiling brightly. "I'm gonna go send an owl to Conner and Dad." She skips out of the room.
Tara and Caith (along with Zaira) spent the summer with Tara's family, then as the year passed they wrote to each other every day and Tara'd come home every chance she got. Caith stayed with her family, having no real home yet, planning to get one with Tara when they got married. They made happy plans for their lives. They planned to work at Snt. Mungo's together and joked about what names they would give their kids and how they would make their own line of medicinal remidies, with books and pre-made potions.
They had a small wedding, just family. Tara's dad and grandparents, Conner, Zaira. It was beautiful. Their was enchanted snow, setting the perfect scene without any of the cold or wet. Tara's dress was clean white, with silver shoes and jewelry. Caith, of course, wore a perfect tux. Thier were live fairies at the reception, where their were more guests. The entire day went perfectly, just as planned.
They spent their honey moon in a small, though very fancy, cabin in the Rocky Moutains.
Over these years, Caith began to hope that his future would be bright, and that he might actually live his life without his father's interference, but two days after learning Tara was pregnant, Caith recieved an owl from a Professor Quirinus Quirell asking to meet him.
Caith met Quirell and immediately knew who the man was hiding, though he had no need of this talent, as Voldemort wanted to speak directly with his son. Quirell removed his turban and stayed out of the conversation.
Tara meets her husband with a confused look, seeing his pale face and instantly filling with worry. "Caith, Babe, what's the matter?" She hugs him tightly.
"D-" He stops, realizing he can't say. "Someone wants to meet you... It'll be alright." he takes her hand and leads her into a large closet. "Tara, meet Professor Quirius Quirell, Professor, this is Tara." He kisses her hand and whispers "I'm sorry." as he walks out, shutting the door behind him. Tears run down his cheeks.
Hours passed in silence, as Quirell cast a spell to make the closet sound proof, not that Caith would've wanted to hear. There was a loss of control involved, and Tara never took another breath, nor did Voldemort bother explaining to his son why his servant murdered his wife and unborn child, though it did explain why they couldn't get a clear reading on the child earlier that day.
Sad ending to a rather long story... hey, I made it to an ending! I dunno where else to take the story, soo... that's it. . Poor Caithy. Oh, yea. There's more about Caith, but I write it on the role play webbie... which isn't just me writing... ummm... go to Catclaws. http/qkatschoolmagic.