Venenum

Boulengerina.

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Venenum

By Koryander.

Chapter 19. Boulengerina - What do you fear?

Part II.

Loving him was like a losing game, she thought. He would never change, he adapted, it's the truth, but he never changed. Still... She closes her eyes, her breathing comes out shaky, and he is panting to the point she watches the movement.

He turns to her, the expression he makes is one of hatred, anger, and agony. His gaze shoots over the magical map he created together with her, the map of the entire wizarding world. He is losing the battle in a very important place, his secret is at stake.

He strides towards it, crossing the map, the spectre of the map shattering before gathering and forming into one again.

His hands held her face, he rested his forehead against hers and looked deep into her eyes. His green gaze is beautiful, but it is wild and desperate.

"Go." He asks, and he commands. "But know that I will avenge you. That is a promise and you, more than anyone, know that I do not make promises lightly. I swear, I will avenge you. I will have you back."

He knows what he is doing, what Dumbledore and Harry Evans - Potter, are making him do. Like in a chess move, he is sacrificing the strongest piece he has, the most skilled and the most feared. His Queen. His Dark Lady. It is a risky move, but he swears, he will get her back.

She tries to smile, to appease the decision he is making and his heart fills with resentment and hatred for his enemies.

The flames of the fireplace were the main source of light in the place and illuminated as much as cast shadows on their faces.

She kisses one of the hands that hold her face, and he sighs. She goes and he stays, staring into the void, before breaking everything he finds in front of him.

oOo

Hermione listens more than she participates. Slughorn talks to his students, asking questions about whether they keep the same dreams and goals they had last year.

When Alphard's voice sounds, it causes Hermione to raise her eyes in his direction. He is diagonal to her left, sitting next to his second cousin, Orion Black.

"I still have the same goals, Professor Slughorn. I will be the best seeker the world has ever seen."

Hermione frowned at hearing his words. Sirius had never even commented on his uncle's wishes about Quidditch and she, for one, could not recall any mention of any Alphard Black being remembered and cheered in the national or international Quidditch world, though she could not say she was a sports aficionado. Does he give up those dreams? It would not be unusual, for how many children or young people to change their minds over the years. She had a different idea of what she would be before she received her letter to Hogwarts.

Slughorn chuckles at Alphard. "Of course you do, my boy. The way you played last year, I'm sure a bright future awaits you. Those hands -" Slughorn pointed to Alphard's hands, who holds them up proudly. "-are gold. House Slytherin will surely be remembered for having housed one of the greatest Quidditch players that could have ever existed. And what about you, my young Orion? Do your tastes resemble those of your cousin?