Thirty Four

Bound 

  By late morning Rosalie found herself paused at the door of a house that used to mean a lot more to her. It seemed imbecilic that she should be here, at the foot and root of everything that used to make her happy after the night of stark realisation she had just departed. Daniel had been her support in a time of blindness, but Tom had been her saviour.

  Rosalie pushed against the door, already unlocked with a soft palm. Her clothes were in disarray, her hair stuck in contours to the bed she had spent the night with Tom in, her face guilty of something much worse than infidelity.

  The crepitate of the door's spine sent her own stiffening, and she walked into the house with her head down. She shut the door behind her and slowly, her breath paced, she faltered behind each door waiting to see Daniel.

  In the kitchen Daniel leant himself against the table, tea in his hand and fingers gripped on the table. He could hear the hesitancy in her steps as she walked into the room, her eyes slowly meeting his in a crash of sin.

  But nothing she had done the night before could top the pity she felt when she saw Daniel's furrowed brow, the flashing relief in his eyes the moment he saw her walk into their kitchen alive. He sprung off the table towards her, locking him in his arms and her body went limp against his touch. Daniel held the back of her head, stroking out the mess it was.

  He pulled his head away from her, eyes searching every corner of her red face, puffy lips, bruised neck and sorrow in her eyes. Even so, he pressed his lips against her temple; even himself afraid to acknowledge that that he already knew. 

  "Are you okay?" Daniel was finally able to pull himself out of his thoughts, he gripped her back without caring that the embrace wasn't reciprocated. 

  "Are you hurt? Where have you been?" He pressed further and pulled himself away again, his hands sliding down to her wrists as he held her in place. Rosalie looked a the floor and the subtle creaking lines down every slat. 

  She could feel the water in her eyes before she could open her mouth. Everything had been decided but the enactment of it was terrifying. 

  "I can't tell you." She breathed. Daniel watched her chest rise and fall, seeing the pattern of red bruises trailing down under her blouse. 

  Daniel pursed his lips, "But you can tell me." 

  Rosalie flashed her eyes to his again and looked out the window. 

  "Tom found me." She confessed. Her voice was bare and the truth was naked to his eyes, but he refused to think it.

  "What did he do to you?" He asked, a sudden sickness rising in his chest as he looked at her tattered clothing, the tears dripping from her eyes. Daniel had failed to protect the thing most dear to him from the thing he most hated. 

  He felt himself tense as she seemed to curl into herself. "Did he touch you? Rose, tell me. You have to tell me!" His voice slowly built into a yell, and she kept her head lowered.

  "Did he rape you?" He asked, his voice breaking.

  Rosalie immediately looked up and shook her head. 

  "No." She tensed her eyes. "It wasn't like that, Tom would never-"

  "His name is Voldemort!" Daniel shouted, his grip tightening on her wrists as he saw the way he was afraid that she would act.

  Rosalie shut her eyes and shook her head, trying to remember the morning they had just spent together, the touch on her chest she still felt as he had poured his heart out to her. He was hers just as much as she was his.

  "No," She shook her head further, her teeth grazing her bottom lip. 

  "His name is Tom Riddle and I still love him."

  "You're vulnerable! Look at you. He took advantage of you." Daniel tried to calm himself, pulling her back into his chest but this time she relented. 

  The more gently she tried to pull away the harder he held her. His hand went to her hair and he caressed it, begging for her to feel something in the way he touched her, but Rosalie was only saddened that it wasn't Tom here.

  "I'll kill him, Rosalie, I swear it, he won't take advantage of you ever again, and everything will be fine again. You're happy with me. You've been happy with me."

  Daniel seemed to mutter to himself, and Rosalie stopped trying to move away from him, the tears in her eyes drying. She felt pity, but she couldn't bring herself to feel what he wanted her to. 

  "I'm sorry, Daniel. It was me just as much as it was him," she whispered, her voice trembling with guilt and sorrow. She felt lower than she ever had before. In her heart, it didn't feel like cheating; being here with Daniel instead of Tom felt like the true betrayal.

  "You don't love him." Daniel said, shaking his head like he could see the real truth. 

  "You love me. You agreed to marry. me. You're scared of him, you're scared of what being separated means for you. All he is doing is manipulating you."

  Rosalie finally pushed him away, creating a cold space between them that amplified the tension in the room. Her voice trembled with the weight of her confession.

  "And I agreed to marry him first. I'm not a stupid woman, Daniel. I can see for myself that Tom isn't just in love with me. I see his obsession, his desires, his ambition. But I love him anyway."

  The words hung heavily in the air, each one a dagger to Daniel's heart.

  "You're not leaving the house until I know you're safe," Daniel said firmly, his eyes filled with determination.

  "You can't keep me here. I'm going back to him. I can't take another second away from him," Rosalie shot back, her voice desperate and cracking.

  "Tom doesn't love you. I'm sorry for what he did to you, but one day you'll understand. He manipulated you into sleeping with him. Can't you see that?" Daniel pleaded, his tone a mix of frustration and concern.

  "You're crazy," Rosalie barked, turning on her heel and sprinting to the front door. She wrenched it open and tried to run out, but an invisible barrier blocked her path. She pounded on it with her fists, panic rising in her chest. She spun around to see Daniel standing in the hallway, watching her with sad resolve.

  "Dumbledore put it up when I asked him to. I had a suspicion," he explained, his voice steady but his eyes betraying his inner turmoil.

  "You can't lock me up in here! Don't you love me at all?" she screamed desperately, her voice echoing through the house.

  "Of course I do. You agreed to marry me, doesn't that mean anything? That's why I'm doing this. For your safety," he said softly, taking a step toward her.

  "I'm going to bed. I was up all night. Come to bed with me, Rosalie," he suggested, his tone gentler now, almost pleading.

  Rosalie swatted his hand away, shaking her head vehemently. "I can't believe you."

  "No. I can't believe you," Daniel replied, his voice cold and hurt.

  He turned and walked up the stairs, his steps heavy with disappointment. Rosalie slumped against the barrier, her strength leaving her as tears streamed down her face. The emotional exhaustion finally took its toll, and she felt herself fading out of consciousness, the world around her growing dim and distant.

---

  Rosie woke in the middle of the night, the comfort of warm blankets lulling her back into her safety until she slowly raised her eyes. The room bathed in an eerie silence that seemed to echo her loneliness. The weight of everything lay down on her like a suffocating blanket. She turned her head slightly and saw Daniel asleep beside her.

  At some point in the day he must've moved her. Rosalie looked away from him and breathed heavily. A few days ago she would've been ecstatic just to sleep next to him, to have found someone to get her mind off of Tom. But she couldn't. Was it because she was his horcrux? Because his soul resided in hers? She couldn't tell, but it felt right.

  Daniel's face was peaceful and untroubled in slumber, and Rose felt a pang of guilt and sorrow, knowing the man beside her was trying to protect her, even if his methods were misguided.

  As if he could sense her gaze, Daniel's eyes fluttered open. He smiled slightly at the sight of her, reaching out to grab her thigh, exposed above the thin sheets.

  "You stayed," he said, his touch still somewhat comforting to her.

  Rosalie smiled down at him, her heart pattering at the memory of how peaceful their relationship had once been. But the spark inside her was wet and dead, extinguished by the tempest of emotions she had been through.

  Daniel sat up and leaned into her, his hand traveling to her face as he kissed her neck. His hands moved down to her breasts, fondling them with familiarity. He pulled her closer, capturing her mouth with his. Rosalie allowed it, but there was no curiosity, no excitement. She felt nothing.

  "You're beautiful," he mumbled against her neck, his hand traveling lower to cup her pussy. Her breath hitched, but it was out of reflex rather than desire.

  She reached down and gently pulled his hand away from her.

  "Let me make you feel good, Rosalie. We could start a family like you always wanted."

  Rosalie's head snapped up at his words. "Not tonight, Daniel. Trying to sleep with me isn't going to change my mind."

  "I can give you more than him."

  Rosalie touched his face gently, sorrowfully, and turned away from him, pulling the sheets back up over her as she curled into a ball on the other side of their bed. She lay there, staring at the wall, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

  Daniel watched her for a moment, his own frustration and sorrow evident. "Rosalie, I'm trying. I'm trying to make you happy, to keep you safe."

  She didn't respond. The room was thick with unspoken words, and the silence between them was deafening. She knew Daniel loved her, but his love felt like a cage, trapping her in a life that no longer felt like her own.

  Soon enough she heard the gentle breathing from Daniel's rest. Her gaze drifted to her left hand, and her breath caught in her throat. There, on her finger, was the engagement ring that Tom had burned to ashes. Daniel had replaced it, a new ring identical to the old one. The sight of it made her stomach churn. The new ring was a symbol of Daniel's persistence, his unwillingness to let her go, and his belief that he could keep her safe from Tom.

  Rosalie curled up into a ball, pulling her knees to her chest and burying her face in her hands. She felt like nothing. She was suffocated and tempted by all the wrong desires. 

  In the darkness, memories of Tom flooded her mind. She thought about his smile, that rare and genuine expression that could light up the darkest of her days. She thought about his touch, how his hands on her skin sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't control. She thought about his voice, the way it could be both commanding and tender, making her feel like she was the centre of his universe.

  She remembered the way Tom had looked at her, with an intensity that made her feel seen in a way no one else ever had. His possessiveness, though dangerous, made her feel wanted, cherished, and desired. There was a dark allure to Tom that she couldn't resist, no matter how much she tried to rationalise it away.

  Rosalie's mind wandered to the orphanage. The way Tom had shown her his past, opening up about the pain and loneliness he had endured. It had been a raw, vulnerable moment that had made her heart ache for him. She had seen a side of him that was rarely exposed, a side that yearned for love and acceptance.

  She thought about his words, how he had confessed his fear of their future child growing up without a parent, the way he had. He had spoken about his love for her, how he saw her as the perfect mother, someone who would never abandon their child like his own mother had done to him. It was one of the reasons he loved her so deeply, he had said. Her caring and nurturing nature had captivated him, made him believe in a future filled with love and family.

  Rosalie's tears flowed freely now, each one came with more struggle. She was caught between two worlds, two men who loved her in their own ways. Daniel's love was safe, steady, and protective, but it felt like a cage. Tom's love was fierce, consuming, and dangerous, but it made her feel alive.

  As she lay there, curled up in bed with her head in her hands, she couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped. She was bound by the expectations and love of both men, but broken by the conflict within her heart. She longed for Tom, his touch, his voice, his smile. But she also felt a deep sense of obligation to Daniel, who had stood by her side and tried to protect her, even if it meant going to extreme lengths.

  The night dragged on, the minutes feeling like hours as Rosalie's thoughts swirled in her mind. She felt lost, unsure of how to move forward. The new ring on her finger felt like a shackle, a constant reminder of the choice she had to make, and the lives that hung in the balance.

  She took it in her hand and threw it to the floor. The decision was already made

  Rosalie took a deep, shuddering breath and wiped her tears away. She knew she couldn't stay like this forever, caught in a web of indecision and longing. But for now, she was too exhausted to think any further. She closed her eyes, hoping for some semblance of peace, even if it was just in her dreams.

  As she drifted back into an uneasy sleep, the image of Tom's smile lingered in her mind, a haunting reminder of the man she couldn't forget. The man who had ignited a fire within her that refused to be extinguished.

---

  By morning Rosalie felt her bare foot tapping against the coolness of the stone floor in the kitchen. Her robe wrapped around her as she looked down into her earl grey, the teabag sending a trail of black smoke into the water which swirled in a way the human mind wouldn't be able to begin to comprehend. 

  Daniel walked back and forth from the table to the counter, preparing them breakfast as though the night and day before was only a bad dream. He walked over and stood at the head of the table, staring down at Rosalie who seemed out of herself. He placed his own cup on the table and watched her, hesitant to push any words out of his mouth that would push her away further than he had already managed.

  There was a soft ring of the bell from the front of the house, and Daniel slowly brought his head to look down the hallway. He looked back at Rosalie, still lost in thought in the movement of her tea, her hair unwashed, her mind unfiltered. 

  Daniel's eyes protruded back to the door and his feet followed. Rosalie heard him padding down the hallway to the front door. And a moment later the sound of the door opening and closing reached her ears. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes out of the foggy mess of confusion, trying to shake of the remnants of sleep. 

  "It's a letter." Daniel called from the hall.

  Rosalie's ears hearkened, her heart skipping a beat. "A letter?" She asked, swinging herself around to the hallway, her tea now forgotten. She stood up and tied the robe around her waist and with each step down the hallway towards Daniel's stocky figure, her sense of unease grew. 

  When she made it to him, Daniel had turned around, the letter opened in his hand. Rosalie's breath cut into tiny pieces, the parchment teasing her as she wondered if it could be from her lover. 

  His expression was serious, his eyes scanning the letter's contents. He looked down at her, a little relived to see her out of her trance. "It's from Dumbledore,"  he said, his voice grave as he swallowed.

"He says they've received intelligence about a significant gathering of Death Eaters at the Ministry in a month's time. They'll be looking for something in the Department of Mysteries."

  Rosalie's blood ran cold. "Tom," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "He'll be there." 

  Daniel looked at her, his mouth closed. "Do you know something about this?" He asked her, trying to detect an sign of life on her face.

  She looked at him and shook her head truthfully. 

  "Dumbledore believes it's an opportunity to catch them red-handed. To imprison him." 

  A knot tightened in Rosalie's stomach. An appreciation in her mind that something had slipped out of Tom's tight-knit circle. It was dangerous for him and she couldn't bare the thought of it. She kept her face clean of any thought. 

  If there was to be a confrontation, Dumbledore would have a plan to get rid of him, and she needed to know what it was.

  "It's good news, Rosalie," Daniel insisted, his tone firm. "It's a chance to put an end to this madness. To make sure Voldemort will never hurt anyone ever again."

  He could tell she was conflicted, he lifted a hand to her arm.

  "Remember what he did to William. You can't really believe that Tom getting what he wants would ever be a good thing?"

  Rosalie looked down, "No," she said, confusion coming from herself. The thought of Tom being captured, of him being imprisoned or killed filled her with a dread she would never understand. 

  "Good." Daniel breathed, relieved that she had seemingly come to her senses. He let go of her arm and kissed the top of her head as he walked past. 

 "Come back to the table. I'll finish your breakfast," Daniel said, his footsteps retreating, leaving Rosalie alone with her tumultuous thoughts.

  An unexpected surge of anger flooded her mind. She could never let anyone hurt Tom. The red-hot fury coursing through her veins was unlike anything she had ever felt before. The spot where Daniel had kissed her head now seemed to burn, a painful reminder of where her loyalty really was.

  For a moment, she imagined reaching for her wand, the urge to defend Tom overwhelming. She could see herself confronting Daniel, protecting the man she loved with a ferocity she hadn't known she possessed. The respect she once held for Dumbledore felt sullied and undeserving, replaced by a fierce determination to keep Tom safe at any cost.

  She had to find a way to tell him. To get rid of Tom's enemies at any cost. Rosie was a weapon for her own love. 

---

  Nights later the house was draped in a blanket of stillness, broken by the only muted voices drifting up from the living room. Rosalie lay awake in her and Daniels bed, her hope lost to the cage she had been trapped in. Daniel's voice resonated through the floorboards, mixed with another voice, older, authoritative. Dumbledore's presence sent a shiver down her spine.

  Rosalie had not forgiven her father for what he had done. But some part of her blamed Dumbledore to what he became. She wondered how he was able to leave someone he loved so much because of his ambition. 

  It was her father's and Dumbledores shared idea for the world Grindelwald wanted to make. And he had left him when he was in need of someone to love. Rosalie didn't think she could ever give up on Tom, no matter what his ambitions were. 

  Curiousity and a gnawing sense of dread propelled Rosalie out of bed. She crept to the door, heart hammering in her chest, and cracked it open just enough to peer down into the dimly lit living room below at the entrance of the stairs.

  Daniel and Dumbledore stood in earnest conversation, their faces bathed in the soft glow of lamplight. Rosalie strained to hear their words, her hands gripping the railing of the staircase as her heart pounded in her chest.

  "She needs to be kept away from Tom at any cost," Dumbledore's voice carried a weight that sent a chill down Rosalie's spine. He walked away from Daniel and further into the living room, pausing to look at the pictures of their relationship hung on the wall. Their last Christmas together, Daniel's birthday with his family- moments that now felt tainted by the tension of the present.

  "Her allegiance must be turned against him if we are to have any hope of prevailing in this war," Dumbledore continued, his voice grave. "She is much too important to let him have her."

  "Surely you are enough to beat him. You were able to defeat her father?" Daniel's voice was tinged with desperation and disbelief.

  "Rosalie can be a lot more cunning than her father," Dumbledore replied, his tone matter-of-fact.

   "She was able to evade him for long enough, wasn't she? Do you know the sort of training he put her through when she was younger? She was made for this very purpose. Grindelwald wanted to use her to finish his war. To finish me."

  "You must try harder," Dumbledore's voice sharpened, his gaze piercing through Daniel. "Her attachment to Tom endangers everyone in Britain. We cannot afford to let her slip back into his grasp."

  A heavy silence fell over the room as both men went quiet. Rosalie's heart raced, her mind reeling from the revelation. She knew that her father had used her, but hearing it said so plainly, so polarised, was a shock to her system. 

  "I'm doing everything I can." Daniel's voice finally broke the silence, "Is that true?" He asked. "Grindelwald intended her to be a weapon?" His voice was filled with uncertainty.

  "He admitted it to me the night I put him in Nurmengard," Dumbledore said, his voice filled with a weary resolve. "He knew he wouldn't be able to break our pact and defeat me, so he brought up a daughter to do it for him. She's been intended as a weapon her entire life. Unfortunately, we can't afford to have her not be one."

  "So now you want her as our weapon?" Daniel's voice was laced with bitterness.

  "It's her choice," Dumbledore said, his voice softening. "I doubt she would ever kill Tom, no, but perhaps she can be swayed in some form if she sees just how far he is willing to go. When it comes down to it, Tom won't pick her over his ambition."

  Rosalie felt a surge of anger and betrayal. She couldn't stand there and listen any longer. Without another thought, she turned and ran back to her bedroom. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger at Dumbledore for seeing her as a pawn, fear for Tom, and a deep, unyielding love that she couldn't suppress.

  Rosalie had been brought up as a weapon, hidden away from the world, her purpose forged in the fires of her father's ambition. The revelation of her true nature had always been a shadow over her life, but hearing it now, from the lips of her own fiancé and a man she had once deeply trusted, struck her like a dagger to the heart. The realization that they, too, saw her as nothing more than a tool to be wielded, a pawn to be played in a war she wanted no part of, was a tragedy she could hardly bear.

  It seemed cruelly ironic that the one man who had never expected anything from her but her unconditional love was the very person they sought to turn her against. 

  She threw open the window, the wind on her skin, her head spinning, and climbed out into the garden. The night air was cool against her skin, but it did nothing to calm the fire raging within her. She approached the barrier Dumbledore had erected, the invisible force that had kept her confined. Closing her eyes, she focused on Tom- his smile, his touch, the way he made her feel alive.

 "I hate you," Rosalie whispered.

"I love you," Tom replied softly.

"I love you too," Rosalie murmured back.

Their lips met in the middle, crashing down on one another like the world was about to end, the soft texture of Rosalie's lips was a feeling Tom devoured, pressing his tongue into his mouth to savour every sickening taste he was allowed. Rosie pushed away.

Rosalie met his gaze, her own eyes filled with uncertainty. "Do you mean it? You love me?"

Tom smiled, his dark eyes full of affection for her; he was once her enemy, now he was the man she belonged to.

"Do I look like the kind of guy to say something like that often?" 

  It hurt Rosie to think about how much she loved Tom sometimes. Even when the supposed truth was laid out in front of her. Weapon to him or not, she loved him. All her admiration, all her love and her patience. It was a waste on her heart to not love him

  Maybe it was betrayal. 

  Betrayal to everything she once believed in. The very reason why she left her father.

  Maybe she was leaving behind her morals, her own ambition.

  But it was betrayal to her own heart to not be with the man who gave her a reason to live.

  With a deep breath, she pushed against the barrier, summoning every ounce of strength and determination she had. She felt the resistance give way, and suddenly she was through. Opening her eyes, she looked up at the stars, feeling a newfound sense of freedom. Because somewhere in this earth, Tommy was under the same sky.

  Rosalie concentrated on their old apartment, the place where she knew Tom would be. She pictured it clearly in her mind, every detail etched into her memory. With a final, determined breath, she apparated, leaving behind the confines of Dumbledore's protective barrier and arriving at the threshold of their shared history.

---

  The effort of breaking through the magical defences left Rosalie breathless and trembling. But the familiar surroundings of their old apartment materialised around her, a comforting contrast to the cold, restricting atmosphere she had left behind. She stood for a moment, trying to steady her racing heart, before making her way up the creaky stairs to the door that held so many memories.

  She pushed open their front door, walking into the small apartment. Her eyes immediately felt heavy, and she bit down on her lip at the sight of everything exactly how she had left it. She walked further in, touching the couch they had sat at, looking at the pictures on the wall she had once put up, her coffee mug still in the cabinet in the kitchen, clothes she had left behind still laying over the couch like it had only been a day since she'd been there.

  She took a few more steps to the kitchen and turned to the opening sound of their bedroom door. Tom stood, looking at her with soft eyes and a frowning smile. It looked so right to see her in the home they had once shared. 

  The sight of Tom immediately brought tears to her eyes. His silhouette was  illuminated by the moonlight streaming into the room. He crossed the room in a few swift strides.

  "Rosalie," he breathed, pulling her into his arms. She melted into his embrace, burying her face in his chest as the sobs she had been holding back finally broke free.

  "I'm home," she cried, clinging to him as if her life depended on it.

  Tom held her tightly, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Yes," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You're home."

  They stood like that for what felt like an eternity, holding each other in a desperate, loving embrace. Rosalie's tears soaked his shirt, and he didn't care. All that mattered was that she was here, in his arms, safe.

  "I'm sorry," she whispered through her tears. "I'm so sorry, Tom."

  "Shh," he soothed, stroking her hair. "You have nothing to apologise for."

  She pulled back slightly to look up at him, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "I left you," she said, her voice breaking. "I let him keep me away from you. But I couldn't stay there, not knowing they wanted to use me against you."

  Tom's expression darkened at her words. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

  Rosalie took a shaky breath, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Daniel and Dumbledore," she began. "They were talking tonight. Dumbledore wants to use me against you in the war. He said... he said I was brought up as a weapon, and that they need me to be on their side."

  Tom's grip on her tightened, his jaw clenching as he saw the bigger picture. She was a valuable weapon against him, and he would never let them have her. "They want to turn you into a weapon?" he spat. "Against me?"

  She nodded, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. "But I won't let them," she said adoringly. "I won't let them use me like that. I love you, Tom. I always have."

  His anger melted away at her words, replaced by a look of profound love and gratitude. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing away her tears. "I love you too, Rosie," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "And I won't let anyone take you away from me again."

  She leaned into his touch, feeling a sense of peace she hadn't felt in a long time. "I just want to be with you," she whispered. "I don't care about the war or anything else. I just want to be with you."

  Tom's eyes softened, and he pulled her into another embrace. "You will be," he promised. "We'll be together, no matter what."

  They held each other for a while longer, the silence heavy with unspoken promises and the reassurance of their love. But both of them knew that the world outside was fraught with danger, and there were people who would stop at nothing to tear them apart.

  Rosalie broke the silence, her voice a mere whisper. "But I have to kill Albus."

  Tom froze, his breath hitching. "My love, you don't have to be a weapon for me," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of desperation and fear. "After losing you once, it's not worth it if there's even the slightest chance of losing you again. You will never have to do anything for me except stay with me. That's all I ask. I will never ask you to fight for me."

  She looked up at him, determination etched in her features. "I want to, Tom. I'm the only one who can."

  Tom looked at her with truth. She was right and he knew it, Rosalie wasn't one to show off, but her sheer power alone would undoubtedly rival anyone. 

  "You're not a weapon to me." He said, his voice breaking slightly.

  "I just want you to have everything," she replied, her eyes glistening with tears. 

  Tom's eyes softened, a fierce protectiveness mingling with his love. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently. "Then I will give you the world in return."

  They stayed like that, the gravity of their situation sinking in. Tom wanted to tell her that she was his everything, that without her, his desires meant nothing. But it wasn't the truth, he needed his desires, and she was offering help that could change everything. She had seen that and accepted it. 

  He held her close, his lips brushing against her temple. Rosalie smiled and knew she would do whatever it took to protect him, to protect their love, just as he would do for her time and time again.

A/N

Shit is gonna go down soon. Also you can tell I'm definitely not following the plot of harry potter? So sorry if that's your thing but; fuck that. Aren't you here cause you're a bunch of horny people who love Tom and want him to win? Guys, villans deserve to win sometimes too...

PS: Thanks @NonaDecim for giving me the inspiration to write today 🙏

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