No Turning Back
Adolphus Crabbe and Fabian Goyle didn't quite know what Yaxley was getting them into. Riddle's Organization was only half-legal, that was for certain. But both men were of the sort that have little talent for greatness yet are drawn to it.
"Oh, it's really just a formality," Yaxley had told them before the Marking.
"I hear that once you're in, there's no way back," Crabbe had said, uncertainly.
"Don't be fools," Yaxley replied tersely. "Think of your future heirs – they'll be known as the sons of two of the Wizarding World's most honorable families. What else could you ask for?"
No Backing Down
The four of them stood in a tight circle, facing out into the windswept county-side. Augustus made several arches with his wand, frowning worriedly.
"Too much disturbance, I can't tell if they're coming."
"They will."
"It's been an hour," Lucius tried to reason. "Besides, how do we know they will come by broom?"
"Port key is too inaccurate here and we've blocked apparition."
"What if they break our shield?" Rodolphus sounded panicked. "This is a stupid idea, Tony."
"Listen, Lestrange, do you want to show up to base empty handed? Have fun explaining to Rabastan why you're such a coward."
Nowhere to Run
Evan stumbled into the shabby alleyway, tripping over wet, uneven cobblestone and threw himself into a dark niche. His head hurt and he was sure that more that just rainwater was making his hair clump and fall over his eyes. He squinted at the portkey lockets around his neck and suppressed a sob. He wouldn't dare use Tony's… He felt ashamed of admitting to his mentor how rashly he had acted. The other – Snape's. But he had made a vow that he would not drag his friend into this.
The aurors were coming.
He might have to fight after all.
No One to Trust
It was only once he switched sides that Snape realized what price he had paid for the possibility of Lily's safety.
He used to have friends. Good friends. He had betrayed them. He couldn't trust Evan with everything now for the painfully obvious reasons and it was a lonely feeling. Yet, he couldn't trust anyone from the Order either. He felt incapable of fraternizing with those he had meant to kill a mere few weeks – days – ago. He had now simply lost all possibility for trust. There was no one left. His friends were now his enemies; his enemies – allies.
No Place to Hide
Narcissa held the sleeping baby boy in her arms as Lucius paced the small tavern room.
"What are we going to do?" she asked, watching her husband with frightened eyes.
"We should go back home," Lucius told her finally.
"What! Do you want to go to Azcaban like the rest of your friends? What will become of us?" She was almost screaming, almost hysterical. Almost.
"Stop. You'll wake Draco… Cissy…" he knelt before her, taking one of her hands into both of his. "There's no where we can go. They'll find us. I have a plan… it's the only way."