May Death Do Us Part | RB ✔︎

TEN ☆ BLACK

**zoom in on the photo later in this chapter, it goes into detail about the newspaper they recieve**

It's been a month since Mona and I were stuck at the cave, facing off with my cousin and a death eater I understand to know as Fenrir Greyback.

We've been on the run since, now that Voldemort knows that Mona and I are alive and well. Now that our names and faces have been plastered against the headlines and front pages of all the news letters globally, especially the Daily Prophet.

For weeks, Mona and I have been moving from place to place, running from Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix. Given our past, neither of them trust us, making Mona and I the common enemy.

The problem with that is the fact that neither of us have anywhere to go where someone won't know us. That's why we're holed up at the top of an ice-capped mountain, using a tent with an extension charm and a warming charm.

Mona catches my attention as she walks past me in a purple lace bralette and gray sweatpants. Her long black hair is tied up in the messy bun, some strands falling over her face.

She heads to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I shake my head, returning to studying the notebook.

Being the smart teenagers we are, when we wrote the notebook, it was written in codes. Codes only the two of us would understand so that no one else had the chance of finding it and turning it over to Voldemort.

The issue is that neither of us remember the codes.

They consist of, a dragon head, a diamond ring, an open book, a snake head, a crown, a jug of juice, a necklace, and an elongated letter Z.

One of which, we deciphered as a horcrux. The locket.

Mona returns from the bathroom, sitting down across from me and leaning over the table.

The muscles in my abs twitch as her breasts push up together, nearly spilling out of her lacy bra. She flicks her eyes over the pages, frowning.

Diagrams are all over, but neither of us have a single idea of what it could mean. But she knows something. I can tell based off of the look on her face.

She stares at a set of coordinates, emotionless and cold.

42.7339° N, 25.4858° E

"Mona? What is it?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

She shakes her head in attempt to avoid the question.

"We're in this together, remember?" I ask, clenching my jaw before continuing. "Together. That's what you said."

She lets out a shaky breath, flipping the book around. "These coordinates... they're the ones to my old house."

I frown, tilting my head as I try to understand why that might be important.

"And..?" I prompt, trying to get her to continue speaking.

"That's where I found my family dead." She breathes, flicking her eyes to me. "I took the dark mark on the spot and then I became Voldemort's right hand."

"Mona, what are you saying?" I ask her, shaking my head.

"I'm the Temptress, Regulus." She whispers, pushing her hair out of her face. "I've lost count of how many people I've killed on Voldemort's behalf."

I'm not sure what I was expecting her to say, but it wasn't that. Mona being the Temptress is the last thing I expected. Hell, when I knew her from before, I hadn't even known she'd taken a life.