Um. Hi. This is writing I did maybe 9 months ago. I recently got some reviews that made me want to cry. I wasn't going to post this at the time, wanting to post a fuller chapter, like my norm. However. Enough is enough. This story needs to start the finishing process. I have been so cruel! Honestly, this story is SO long ago for me that I can barely stand to keep writing it. But I DON'T want to ever let this be an abandoned story. Especially so close. I still have a lot of writing in storage for this. This is still officially a HIATUS but here's a bit to stem you across. Thankyou for all the heartfelt (evil, manipulative) reviews, I still get them! And you make me sad each and every time.

Anyway. Here's a clip for you. Hopefully there will be more soon eh?

To Edge

Lara

I slipped through the corridors, my thoughts silent, my eyes wide and my hands trembling. Darien was dead. He was gone, and that was that. He was gone. Memories… my memories were darting. Lazing around under our tree at Amalia's, sun streaking through the leaves, the sound of the water. His cold face after selling us to the school. Running through a corridor late, still laughing at Al for tripping in front of the charms teacher. Seeing him for the first time at Hogwarts. Stealing his mother's potions and mixing them in the bath tub. Verräter, we wouldn't have.

And pain. But pain was pointless right now. I was alive, despite my inexplicably bad luck, and I had to find my brother.

For Darien, I had done what I could, the traditional funeral flames of a pure blood would suffice. It was looking after myself now, that was what I had to do.

I had a rough idea of where I was… that was Even's last gift to me, supplying a floor plan, before I left him hung up between some boxes. He would be able to tell the Dark Lord less than those I had killed about me or Darien. I hadn't been able to kill him, not with the blood staining hands. My guilt touched the root of my heart. Oh, black magic, I had been there, black magic was something I knew and would use with little regret. But this. The guilt of my treachery ran deep in my soul. Taking a person's mind using this, my gift, my curse and treasure. No, this was my true black mark. I felt it settle, like a scar.

The corridors were quiet and my heart was in my throat. I levelled my breathing. And tried to concentrate, they would be wondering about now why I was not being prepared for marriage.

Up ahead I heard footsteps coming my way and I froze, searching around for a place to hide, seeing only a small cupboard. As quick as I could I jumped for it and pulled the door in, just as the steps turned the corner. I silenced my breath and peered through the gap.

It was Regulus! Regulus and another Death Eater. Regulus! Darien had said he was on my side but could I trust the boy? If I were captured again I would be his bride, something I'm sure he didn't mind, love does strange things to a person. Dammit! What could I do?

Before I could decide though, matters were taken out of my hands.

I watched in shock as the Death Eater shoved Regulus against the wall and pressed their wand to his neck. Reg's wand shot out of his pocket and rolled a couple of meters away from me. I heard a muttered warning but my mind was reeling. I gaped and sent out my mind, testing this surprise attacker. My brain was slow to roam and weary from forcing Even, but I touched the Death Eater and recognition hit me.

Oh.

Regulus

"Don't make a sound, or I'll curse off your head, don't think I won't." the voice hissed in my ear.

I gasped with recognition and I tried to turn my face toward the figure, but the hand was insistent as it pressed me against the rough stone.

"You-!"

The wand stabbed into me.

"Quiet Regulus, what did I say?" He growled in my ear, before cursing quietly, "What the Merlin do I do with you now."

He released my head and I span around to face him just as he pulled off his mask.

"Sirius."

I could barely drag my eyes from him, dressed as a Death Eater, here in this house, as I break every rule my family set me. The irony was not lost on me. He in turn watched me through narrowed eyes, dislike, distrust, it was all there but perhaps… something more akin to how he used to see me. I looked away, years of animosity surfacing awkwardly in the air.

"Ah…" I found myself mumbling, "How did you…"

"Get in?" he said coolly, "With help. Sniv- Snape," he corrected himself, scowling, "he is waiting out in the garden. I doubt we have long."

I nodded, pulling myself in and trying to caution the part of me that was ten and looking up to my big brother. It was no time for this.

"We do this and go back to normal," I winced internally at the word, "your side, my side. I still don't think you will win."

"Agreed," he grunted in reply.

"Good. Now can we go?" Someone new said and we both twisted around in alarm, my hand reaching for my fallen wand, "Oh relax. Though really, you two should pay more attention to your surroundings."

And there was Larissa, standing there against the wall watching us. Her eyes were darting up and down the corridor, frequently landing on us. I couldn't rip my eyes away, there was a barely healed hole in my chest and the stiches were slowly being tugged apart.

"Lara!" my brother cried, rushing forwards and pulling her into his arms, "how did you get out, are you… why…?" his eyes drifted over her form and saw the same as me; namely, the blood staining her hands and clothes.

She pushed away gently, looking neither of us in the eye.

"Darien is dead," she said, her voice flat, "Rosier… came looking. Which, I assume, means we do not have very much time left to us. The windows are sealed. I do not know how we shall simply stroll from the building."

"Darien is dead?" I asked, shocked.

She nodded mutely, lips pressed tight as grey eyes folding in briefly.

I jerked, turning from them and looking at the stone walls. There was a spider's web between the stones, and the mortar was crumbling but held firm against its will by magic. Darien was dead. Ah. I thought of our crazy kiss, stupid, improbable, nothing attached but pain. The unity of falling in love with those stupid twins. An odd stain on my record, one I could explain or convince myself to regret. I thought of his fiancé, proud and bitchy as any Slytherin. I thought of the dark shadow of guilt, plaguing his soul.

I do not think he ever planned to live. I thought, shocking myself before realising it was true.

"Regulus, we must go," Larissa said and I turned around, making my face blank.

"Yes. I think it best you go out through the side entrance. I'll go down to the dungeon and then, after a time, sound the alarm. Sirius, do you have any more of those robes?"

"Yes, the one," he said, pulling out a robe from his pocket and handing it to Larissa, "but no mask so we'll have to make sure no one sees your face."

She nodded then pulled it over her head. I watched as the blood stains vanished and were replaced by plain black. I turned away.

"It will not hold if you're met," I said, "You will not being able to leave the boundaries of the property unless in contact with a Death Eater."

"I know, Snape is waiting. But-" He said, nodding.

"Okay, do you know the way?"

"Yes, but-"

"There's one Death Eater on-"

"Reg-"

"The porch, but as long as you-"

"Regulus!"

I paused and scowled.

"Don't even bother to thank me Sirius, I am not doing this for you or your precious side. Now go." I did this to save someone I love, but cannot have. "We don't have time for this. Go."

I watched Sirius open his mouth. He always had to have the last word, to question things. He thought I was doing this for him, or for her, or for some turn of heart. He was wrong I was selfish, I was doing this to protect me from guilt. I was doing this so that I didn't have to imprison her, having her there to remind me of what I was actually doing – being on this side.

Alex

I growled, close to tears, my whole being awash with frustration and pain. ACH! I was out here, on the boarders of a bloody DE house, in which my boyfriend, my fiancé, and my twin sister were currently in an unknown state. We were sitting ducks! Doing nothing.

It was the best plan we had, we knew it. Sirius was the best for the job. Lara wouldn't know to trust Snape (though she'd always had a soft spot for the Slytherin). I didn't know the layout of the place, unlike Sirius, who had visited before. And the rest of us… well.

I wanted to break something.

Remus was crouching near me, jaw clenched, watching the silent figure of Snape, who was pretending to be on guard so as to bring Lara and Sirius through. Hoping beyond hope that he wasn't noticed, but above all hoping the fool of a plan would work.

Lara

The cold corridors watched us as we slipped through the wide spaced. It was like a dream, and the edges of reality drifted, the floors were shifting under our feet and the heavy air caught in my throat. This would never work.

Let's just stroll out of a Death Eater manor, yes that sounds like a fool proof idea. Let's forget all the spells probably up. Let's forget that there was Merlin knows how many Death Eaters guarding this place. Let's forget that we are the two biggest blood traitors known. Yes, let's!

"Salazar have mercy…" I whispered, as we came to the door which led to the foyer, slipping into my old Pure-Blood curse.

"You have to change your hair," Siri whispered, "it's way too noticeable."

I nodded, quickly tapping my hair, concentrating tightly as the magic around me stuck distrustfully. Black leaked over my hair till it was dark to the tips. I could feel the weight of the walls looking down at me, prodding at me nosily. Suspicion. Bloody pure-blood sentient buildings.

"Alright," I gritted my teeth and pushed everything away, "let's give this a go."

:S hahaha, well. Sorry guys. I'll try to get back to you. Sorry if this is horrendously self-Betad. I didn't have much time (wanted to catch the urge to post before it ran away).