A/N: This was originally just a scene and I liked it so much that I simply morphed it into the entire chapter!

There was a time when
I would go walking backwards
Round the world if you said you're mine
And I'd run blindfold down the
Kings Road Monday morning
If you'd just for once arrive on time
But you turned into another liar
And you came on like a new Messiah
So before you say what you desire
I'm telling you now?

I Quit! I Quit!
'Cos loving you's a job I don't need
Ain't gonna go to work no more
I Quit! I Quit!
The situation's vacant for me
Ain't gonna go to work no more
Ain't gonna go to work no more
Ain't gonna go to work

"I Quit" Hepburn

Everyone had all ready gone. Rachel had missed the funeral. She had been back at the lair, tending to the Death Eaters and "celebrating" with them in their small victory. Dumbledore was finally dead, the most powerful wizard that stood in Voldemort's way was killed.

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Draco had returned to the dungeon-like Infirmary, he was shaking and Rachel tried to help her cousin, but, the only thing that he could do was apologize. That was all he could say. Rachel had stared at him confused. She began to question why he was apologizing and what he was apologizing for. At that moment Jed came thundering into the room, announcing the death of Albus Dumbledore. Cheers erupted from the injured parties and Rachel collapsed to the floor in tears.

Jed, collected her into his arms and whispered into her ear. "Tears of joy, right?" he smirked.

The look of malice on Rachel's face was immeasurable.

"Don't worry," he kissed her forehead, "you'll see. Soon you'll come to realize that they cannot win. And once victory is truly ours and Harry Potter is destroyed you'll be glad you'll be with me."

Rachel pulled against his arms, "I'll never be with you again-"

"Hush now child," he hissed. "I've been promoted to a full Death Eater, and you and your cousin will soon follow," he threatened, dropping her to the ground.

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Now she stood at the lake, observing the grounds. It was a lot to take in, in the past few days. Because of her, situation, McGonagall had allowed her to return to the school and to collect her things.

McGonagall tried to question Rachel, but her memory was too cloudy so she decided that she's wait a few more days.

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"Rachel, you must remember something?" Professor McGonagall said pacing back and forth before the distraught girl. She had stumbled up the walkway, screaming out Dumbledore's name, crying and saying that he must come back. The girl was in hysterics when McGonagall found her at the stoop of the stairs. She then lead the girl through the castle and up to the late Headmaster's office.

"I don't!" she cried, wringing out her hands and using her dirt shirt to wipe up her tears. "There was, there, girl at the house, and-and Oli-, Jed came and, Death Eaters, raped m- and battle, but I didn't and then Dumbledore!" she screamed in jumbled tongue.

McGonagall shook her head, this girl was clearly in shock. "Go Ms. Rivers," McGonagall commanded, helping her to stand. "Go back to your dormitories and take a nice bath, clean up and get changed and gather your things, I will take you to a safe location," she soothed.

"But Volde-!"

"Shush dear, he will not be able to find you where you are going to be hiding," McGonagall reassured her.

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Now that she thought about it, much calmer that she had been before, she had to get her old uniform out of the Quiddith Pitch.

"You missed the funeral," a voice called from behind her.

Rachel spun and glared. There was Oliver. "Yeah, I was, detained," she coughed. "So how many girls did you have crying on your shoulder?" she asked looking over his dress robes. "No wait, I don't even want to know," she laughed.

"Rachel, please let me explain," he started.

"Explain what Oliver? You cheated and I caught you! I think that about covers it all right there."

"But I thought she was you!" he shouted back.

"It's too late to say that you're sorry anyhow! Oh and by the way: that is the dumbest lie that I have ever heard," she laughed bitterly. "You know what? I can't take this anymore. The greatest wizard that ever lived is dead. He died for reasons that I will never understand and for a cause that I am forced to fight against. I can't stand this, I can't take the lying and the cheating and the fighting," she ranted looking back out onto the lake.

"What are you saying?" Oliver asked daring to take one hesitant step towards her.

"I quit," she mumbled.

"You what?" he strained to hear her at this point.

She lifted her head and shoulders, turning to look at him over her shoulder. "I quit," she said louder and clearer. "I quit the order, I quit protecting you and Hermione and Draco. I quit looking at you, I quit talking to you and I quit loving you."

"Whoa, whoa wait, you can't just snap your fingers and make everything better Rachel. You can't run away from your problems!"

"I'm not, I'm resolving them."

"Oh, so that's what am I? Just a problem to you?! Just some random guy that you thought you'd play house with and fuck when you were scared?"

"I'm not scared."

"Then why are you running away?"

"Because I don't love you Oliver! I don't have romantic feelings for you!"

"You don't... But you did."

"Oh god, you're so pathetic."

"I'm pathetic? You're childish and insecure."

"About what Oliver?"

"Love, men-"

"Really? I'm insecure about love and men."

"Among other things, yes."

"You have commitment issues."

"I have commitment issues? Rachel I love you! If I could I'd make everything in your world perfect! I'd bring back Dumbledore if that would make you happy! I'd marry you with Voldemort as the minister for fuck's sake!"

"You love me. You'd do anything to make me happy?"

"Yes Rachel!"

"Fine. Leave me alone."

"Oh, yes, very mature Rachel. Run away Rachel, run away!" Oliver mocked cynically.

"Ew and the maturity is just oozing from your pores," Rachel mocked back in true Californian essence.

"Fine, let's just settle this now. What do you want from the house?"

"What do you mean 'what do you want from the house?' I don't want anything from that house, you touched everything!" Rachel ejaculated.

Oliver smirked maliciously, "Oozing," he reminded her. "Well I certainly don't want Lauren Chang getting everything!"

"Fine, I want the car and the tv!" Rachel settled.

"No, no, no, no! You can't have the tv! I want the tv!"

"I thought you said you didn't want anything!" Rachel argued back.

"Where are you going to put the tv? You don't even have a home to go back to without getting dragged back to your dark lord!"

"That was a low-blow," she said shying away.

"Oh get off it, you don't have a penis," he scoffed.

"And neither do you!" she shouting back.

"Oh get over yourself Rachel, you weren't that great of a fuck anyhow," Oliver said feeling accomplished.

"Yeah?! Well I faked my orgasms!" Rachel hollered back.

Oliver stopped and cocked his head to the side, "Really?" he said in shock. "Not every one," he pleaded.

"All of them," Rachel concluded with an evil smirk plastered on her face.

Oliver looked on at her in denial. "No, no, it's not possible!" he exclaimed.

Rachel smirked and cocked an angry eye brow at him, "Oh yes it is and I did," she quipped turning, but whirling back around to yell in his face, "Did you even use and fucking condom?!" she shouted before walking away yet again.

"No," he mumbled, "because I thought that she was you."

Rachel rolled her eyes as she heard his excuse, "Yeah what were you, fucking blind?" she muttered stomping away.

"I can't believe you," he muttered softly enough for her to hear.

Rachel stopped and spun around facing him once again, if he really wanted to fight with her over this, she was ready to fight. "What?"

"I can't believe any of this. It's like you are one of them. It's not just the mark on your arm anymore, you truly are a Death Eater. It's like you set me up. How could you even imagine how I felt about you? Everything that you've ever done or said to me has been a lie," he grasped the idea out of his ass obviously because Rachel had no clue as to what he was talking about.

"What the fuck are you rambling on about?"

"For all I know, your father and you could have planned on his 'kidnapping' to make me worry about you. And I bet that Jed 'raping' you was probably just loud sex," he spat at her.

"OLIVER!" she screamed at him stepping back toward him. She had the idea to just scream his brains out. "If you for one second think that I played you in this, that I planned any of this you are in-fucking-sane!"

"Oh right, I'm the crazy one who hears imaginary voices in my head from Lord Voldemort claiming that I'm going to kill Oliver Wood!"

"I saved your life once all ready. Twice actually if you count taking you into hiding."

"Oh right, back to 'playing house' again. Rachel you're just a scared little slut with no family and no where to go in life," he yelled in her face.

Rachel could feel the tears welling up in her eyes at that.

"You're a fucking leech! You suck the life out of everything you touch!" he screamed some more.

'Bastard,' seemed to be the only word that was registering in her head when she looked at the man in front of her, before phrases like 'man of my dreams' and 'future father of my children' might have been more prevalent.

"You were probably just waiting for the right moment to strike, the perfect moment to kill me! You just ripped out my fucking heart, do you want to throw that onto the shelf with the rest of your prizes you dirty-slumming whore!" he shouted inches from her face.

Out of all of the things that her mind had thought to scream back at him with, it did not order her hand to tense into a fist, nor for her arm to raise and draw back. Lastly, her mind certainly did not command her arm to shoot forward and punch Oliver Wood in the jaw, but her heart certainly did.

He stumbled back a few paces and the tears spilt from her eyes and dripped onto her clothes

Oliver felt his jaw with his hand, glaring daggers up at her, "You fucking bitch!" he shouted at her and instantly she turned and ran back up to the castle, afraid that he might chase her, or might attempt to do to her if he caught up with her.