-Immer Ende-

-Chapter✦TwentySeven-

✧THE PATH TO REDEMPTION✧

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Aurora had no appetite to eat, nor did she have the energy to hear either her brother or father. They were either dead or too far away to solve the issue at hand.

To say that she had woken up on the wrong side of the bed in a slump, was an understatement. The children were cautious, tip-toeing but always managing to ask if she needed anything.

No, she needed to figure out a viable plan. To know how drastic she needed to make the decisions, especially now that they so heavily affected the children.

When night approached, the Lestrange family hadn't been so lucky into being left undisturbed. Rabastan had arrived, partially hungover and attempting to get drunk—His victories had been a beautiful gain.

But his losses were just about to strike, and as Aurora had discussed with the elves. She wanted to be notified the moment he stepped foot into the house, and evidently, her feelings had gotten in the way of her plans.

Anger had caused her to lose focus, especially when her body was pulsing with pain. Thus, she had summoned a trunk and started to throw the countless articles of clothing into the endless depths. She had run away pregnant and all the children barely considered toddlers, she could certainly do the same without her emotions getting the better of her.

But the tears had returned.

Rabastan had stumbled through the main foyer, disregarding all the words the elves were spewing. And had ordered a tall glass of whiskey, which was all on his mind, as well as spending some time with his wife.

But as he neared their bedroom, he was introduced to a furry of madness, dozens of clothes laid scattered around. "What in the bloody hell—" Aurora had turned to him, with tears straining down her face and the bare minimum of clothing on as the cloth pained the burns so very much.

She stood upright and look at him, nearly vomiting up her thought of words in seeing him. But she shook her head. "You promised..." Was how she regraded all that's happened between them, and she slashed down the jumper in hand.

"When will I learn your promises mean nothing!" She hissed, and Rabastan nearly stumbled backward. "Ror—"

"No. You cannot come into this manor drunk and disoriented after the shite you've managed. I knew there was more to your friendship with Lucius. I knew it, but I wanted to trust you, to break the pattern of my pinning the blame." She said, offering her scorched arm to him and Rabastan's attention had been redirected.

Guilt had sparked on his face, but it was all too late.

"I was in the tent, Rabastan. If Romulus hadn't returned I would've—"

"I placed spells and enchantments on the tent, I swear to the goddess—"
"Do not bring her into this. How dare you defile her name with such a lie. Nobody was in the tent beside me, and your magic had failed. If you were half as dedicated to this family then perhaps it would've worked. Perhaps we wouldn't have nearly lost Cara, after she and Romulus had been blamed for casting the Dark Mark." He had whispered her name again, and she sneered.

"It took all of six years...Six years of freedom and redemption to fall back to your old ways."

"Hold on, I have done nothing wro—"

"You've done everything! You've put our lives in danger, the children were at risk and I was unaware that you turned our friendly family vacation into your prime targeting. How could you let him manipulate you again? To start up a pointless—"