A/N: Sorry about the…uhh….scene there. Not enough incoming reviews…pleaz some more would be appreciated!

Dumbledore looked out his office window, the silence of the school penetrating his train of thoughts. Dippet had told the students that she had unfortunately died in a car accident on the way home. Only the seven people that were there knew the truth. The school was in mourning, and students continued to cry.

"Where are you, Miss Rebecca?" he asked softly, the words trailing off into the wind.

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Rebecca closed the window, holding a candle by the tip. Tom was slowly trudging down the cobblestone street, wearing a black cloak that seemed a size too big for him. Rebecca opened the door as she heard his footsteps come up.

"Hi," she said quietly, ushering him into the small flat. Tom merely nodded and took off his cloak. Rebecca placed the candle on the kitchen counter and poured water into the kettle, her free hand pushing a strand of hair away from her pale cheek. Tom placed his hands on her shoulder and leaned into her. She turned her head and smiled at him. He kissed her on the cheek and let go of her.

"What's the time?" she whispered, trying not to wake the neighbors.

"Almost midnight," Tom replied. She placed a tea leaf into the cup and leaned against the counter, wiping her face with her hands.

"Something wrong?" he asked her. Rebecca shook her head and looked at the floor. Their separation was breaking them apart, bits by bits. As Tom opened his mouth to say something, the kettle exploded with steam. Rebecca hastily poured the hot water into the cup and stirred the water. She turned around and handed him the cup, and he only smiled to her. She didn't blush like she always used to, but instead, she picked up a hairbrush sitting on the bedside drawer and began brushing her long hair. Tom only watched her, and she finally was able to blush.

"Stop it," she said playfully, her happiness returning. He merely smiled and sipped his tea. She placed the hairbrush down and deftly began braiding her hair for the next morning. She could sense something was on his mind, but she didn't say so out lou. Tom placed his empty cup into the sink and took Rebecca by the hand. She looked away and out the window. She felt Tom brushing her hair, and she managed a small smile. She felt him unbraid her hair and she turned around to ask him why.

"It's prettier when it's down," he explained as she opened her mouth. She shut it and wondered how he always knew what she was thinking. She let him continue and she leaned against him.

"What time are you leaving tomorrow?" she asked.

"You want me to leave?" he asked her, finishing the last twist.

"No…not that…just…" she began, but gave up. She sighed and pulled away from him.

"Don't worry, I'm here all night," he promised her, and pulled her to the bed. She didn't try to resist, and she noticed that darkness was surrounding her. The candle must have been blown out by the wind she thought as she felt something press against her hair. She reached up to grasp it and felt Tom's hair.

"Are we ready for this, Tom?" she asked, sounding inept. Tom seemed to ignore her, and he kissed her on the lips. She kissed him back and lost herself.

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"Tom?" Avery asked, looking at him cautiously.

"What?" he snapped moodily.

"Nothing," Avery said hastily and put down his feather. "You look really tired."

"Too much work," Tom replied back, not looking up.

"But…"

"Shut up, for once," Tom snapped, and Avery hushed himself.

"Is it ready, Tom?" Avery asked bravely after a few minutes.

"We graduate in five months. I'm going to talk to Dumbledore, and hope he gives me the job. As for Re…as for you, you wait and stay low. I'll call you when I'm ready," Tom said.

"Re…who?" Avery asked. Tom glared icily at him, and Avery shut himself up once again.

"My cousin," Tom said finally. "He needs money, and my mom promised him money. What a filthy bitch she was."

"You said your mum was poor."

"Well, she needed to pay back the midwife, and my cousin promised to do that for her," Tom said angrily, and Avery nodded in response.

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Four Months later….

Rebecca was opening the door when she felt a terrible feeling come into her throat. Unsure of what it was, she ran to the bathroom. She clutched the toilet rim and closed her eyes tightly.

"Miss Becky? I brought some tea." Rebecca blocked out John's voice and prayed nothing bad would happen. But it was too late. She doubled over, and she felt John clutch her waist to keep her from falling into the toilet. She pushed him away with her last bit of strength, and felt her whole breakfast come up her throat and into the toilet.