May Death Do Us Part | RB ✔︎

EIGHT ☆ BLACK

I reach over the silk sheets, trying and failing to find the warm body I'd slept beside.

My eyes flutter open, the bewitched ceiling giving the false sense of daylight. The bed has long been abandoned, the space where Mona once laid has returned to it's original temperature.

After a night of mind blowing sex, I'd been hoping to wake up with her in my arms and enjoy the time I had with her. Even if it was just for a minute before we returned to out mutually assured 'hatred'.

I look around the room, all signs of her gone. The bathroom door is open, immediately checking that area off the list.

The closet is open, no clothes dangling from the steel rod.

I sit up, frowning.

The condom still sits on the nightstand from our activities last night, only this time, it's sitting beside a ring and a folded piece of paper.

A silver dragon skull ring.

I freeze, my eyebrows knitting together. I've seen that before. I know I have, but where was—

My memories.

Confusion seeps into me like ink drops on a wet paper. Mona was in possession of the silver dragon skull ring that the girl in my memories wore.

But how?

Unless it was an older family member? Her mother, maybe?

I pick up the paper and slowly unfold it, my eyes falling on the neatly written word.

'Promise.'

Seven letters.

That's all it takes for my fragile mind to shatter like glass, cutting into the deepest parts of my subconscious and yanking up memories.

The light illuminates the golden reeds around the two of us, the sun revealing the dark brown strands in her jet black hair. Her brown eyes stare back, longing and hope clear in the chocolate irises.

Her hand touches mine, our fingers interlocking and her hand slipping into mine.

"Forever, Reg." She whispered, her voice shaky as I glance up at her.

Nervousness is etched into her face, a crease in the space between her brows. Her eyes hold worry, not for herself, but for me as she glances at the necklace in my hand.

"Forever." I whisper back.

Her forehead presses to mine.

It's a possible chance that the two of us will never see each other again.

Mona's going to be standing outside of the cave and prepare to distract the... potential death eaters, while I grab the real horcrux and replace it with the replica we've managed to conjure up.

A gasp rips from my throat, my lungs refilling with air as the missing pieces of the puzzle start to slot together.

Mona was the girl from my memories, but how? She's still as young as the day I'd first met her in that room full of death eaters.

Her face flashes into my mind and I curse as my brain is thrown into another memory, agony ripping through my mind. A stifled groan leaves my mouth and my hands slap over my ears.

Black chipped nails, brown leather, the pale green star.

An inky star outline is tattooed into the side of her middle finger, wedged between her index finger. A silver dragon skull ring rests on her middle finger just below the star, her hands wrapped around the notebook.