Bound By Blood.

ch.108~I'm tired.

"Hope you are well, Alexandra. 

Because he isn't.

One of you have to be good, or this was all for nothing to him."

Undelivered correspondents between Death Eater Theodore Nott, to Order Member Alexandra Brooks, 2002.

Hogwarts, 2004.

Mattheo.

I've lost count at how long its been. 

I've lost count at how many have died, how many I've had to kill. 

Most importantly, I've lost track of her. 

I have no idea where should could be, if she was alive if she was...

I didn't fucking know anything. 

All I knew how to do, was stand here and do exactly what my father had instructed me to do. 

Fucking trapped. 

I had Theo next to me, facing the same hell I was, and in ways that calmed me. 

But everything was blurring, even Theo's voice. 

It felt distant and muffled, like echoes in a cave. 

I wasn't sure if he was hurt or just as lost as I was. 

Fuck, I wasn't sure about anything anymore—where I was, what I was doing, anything beyond the relentless cycle of survival and violence.

And then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her. 

Alexandra. 

My Alexandra. 

I released a breath I didn't know I was holding, as I caught sight of her arguing with Potter, the tension in her stance palpable.

 But there was a paralysis gripping me like chains; I couldn't move, couldn't shout her name. 

I could only watch her fighting him. 

I strained to hear their exchange, but all that came through was the steady thrum of adrenaline in my veins, drowning out everything else.

Just when I thought I'd lose sight of her completely, an Order member stepped into my line of vision. 

Without thinking, instinct took over—I lashed out, taking him down with lethal precision. 

As his body crumpled to the ground, I swept my gaze back to where Alexandra had been.

She was closer now, just feet away. 

My breath caught in my chest. 

Her eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with horror and exhaustion. 

She was covered in blood, shaking as if the very act of standing was a struggle. 

Relief flooded through me, temporarily pushing away the dread that had been my constant companion. 

But as quickly as it came, the weight of reality crashed back. 

I remembered why she was here... what she would have to do.

"There's my Brookie." I whispered, as if to remind myself she was here, in front of me, breathing.  

I could see her pause, her breath hitching as she glanced my way.