all i wanted was you. // t.r

-6-

August 1953, London

„Come again?" she asked with raised eyebrows. „I want you to come back. To me, to us." she laughed through her nose and leaned against the back of her chair. „Please don't tell me you still have that deatheater thing going." he looked at her serious. Ofcourse he had. „Oh god. Tom, you can't be serious." still no reaction from him. „What did you expect Rebecca? I didn't do it for fun. You know what my plans are. They weren't made up." she shook her head in disbelief.

She should've known. And she kind of did but to hear it was acutally true. The rumors and the whispers among the pure-bloods were true-

„And you expect me to just say yes?" he bit the inside of his cheek. She had to say yes. Otherwise it was all for nothing.

„No. What else do you wanna know? How could i convince you?" she laughed bitterly. „Who's still there? Are the rumors really true? 100% true?" he drew his eyebrows together. He wondered what rumors she could mean. „Rosier, Dolohov, Black, Malfoy. Almost everyone is still there. What do you mean rumors?" now she looked confused. „You don't know what they are saying? You are literally surrounded by pure-bloods." she shook her head slightly before she spoke again. „There are sayings that your group is killing innocent people. Muggles. Muggleborns. Even half-bloods. A little ironic, don't you think?"

That comment made his blood boil. She knew that he didn't want to be reminded of his ancestry. But he kept quiet. He had a goal to achieve.

„So tell me Tom, are they true?" she asked in a low voice and leaned on her hands. He gulped once before he looked at the table surface. Would it be wise to tell her a lie?

„They are true. Yes. But not all of them are innocent." he said quickly and closed his eyes as she slammed her hands on the table. „Oh? So that makes it okay?" she said in a loud and stern tone. He sighed once before she continued. „You know, I may have been raised in a different way but even I know that this isn't right."

He laughed bitterly. „You don't understand. I did it for you. To find you. And you see, I did." she crossed her arm infront of her chest. „And?" he looked at her questioningly. „You remember the day you told me you killed your father?" he nodded. „I think I see what the problem is. You may believe you did it for me but lets face it Tom, you have so much hatred against muggles and muggleborns and what so ever that you'd kill them in a blink of an eye. And you wanna know where I think that started?" he frowned but still nodded. „The day you killed that Warren girl." his mouth fell slightly open.

He was at a loss for words. That rarely happened.

„And now you come here and ask me to come back to your group of fanatics?" he cleared his throat and thought about his next words.

Something came to his mind and he wasn't quite sure if he should say it or not. But then again, he wanted to convince her.

„You say all of that now but do you remember what you said to me on the day I killed my father? Or what you did on that night when Warren died? Or what you did when I began to achieve my ‚group of fanatics'?" now she was speechless.

She knew there was something he could shoot back at her. And that was it. Her years of understandment and patience.

„I think you did nothing wrong. Sounds familiar? Thought so. Becca, you aren't a bit better than I am, you know it. So don't blame me if I want you to come back. We were a great team. Over years. So yes or no?"

She knew that there was no way of taking this back. She always knew that one day she'd hate herself for building such a close relationship.

„I guess I have no choice. Have I?" she said tensed and bit the inside of her cheek. He smiled slightly. „You have. You always have. I just don't know if it would be wise to play someone you are not. Because you are everything but innocent."

She sighed heavy as she stood up. „Give me five minutes."

She left the kitchen and went into her bedroom.

He had her right where he wanted and she knew that. It has always been that way and she hated it. She hated that fact with a passion. He would always achieve the things he set his mind to. Always.