Fixed Hearts

Chapter 2: The Honeymoon

The newlyweds almost got tackled by a whiskey soaked and drool stained table that was flung across the street by a death eater. Rodolphus and Bellatrix quickly shuffled their way to a newspaper dispenser that was located at the entrance. As they hid behind the rusty old dispenser they heard a low chortling sound located near them, they figured it was behind them. Terrified they both lifted their heads and twisted them, a tall death eater standing proudly as a familiar silhouette stood behind him with a wooden chair lifted high above him then crashing down onto the death eater's head. Rodolphus took a moment and recalled it was his brother, Rabastan.

"Wasn't expecting that would you mate." Rabastan said as he offered his hand to help up Bellatrix and then Rodolphus.

"Not at all..." Bellatrix stated in an upbeat tone trying to relieve the tension.

After Rabastan helped up his brother and his new sister-in-law he guided them into an enclosed room with one door that only opened to the wands of a Lestrange family member by slashing downward across the frame.

"Follow, there, keep it up." Rabastan said underneath his breath hesitantly as he started a train of three wanted people moving slowly, but swift, to the enchanted door.

Deatheaters stalked right past them trying not to make a sound as well as the newlyweds.  Finally the three of them reached the door and Rabastan took out his wand and slashed across the frame and then suddenly the door turned into ash and all of them scurried into the room and the door rebuilt itself behind them.

"I believe we're safe, after all, not even hounds can track this room." Rabastan said in a more comfortable voice.

The room was almost the size of the Bellatrix's bathroom back at the Black Manor, except it had a rotted broom, a rusty bucket, and a few moving pictures taken from previous vacations were placed on the wall.

"Why in the hell are 'Deatheaters' following us?" Rodolphus asked quizzically. "What even  is a 'Deatheater'?"

Rabastan felt obligated to tell them. "Deatheaters are loyal followers of 'He Who Must Not Be Named' and they are following you two because the Lestrange Family invited a family of half-bloods. Only pure-blood guests for a pure-blood wedding..." Rabastan trailed off.

"So, then they are mad a couple of half-blood guests came?" Bellatrix asked even more quizzically.

"Yes."Rabastan stated.

Rodolphus looking depressed while sitting on the turned over bucket looking towards  the floor. Rabastan and Bellatrix didn't know what was up.

"Why are we hiding?" Rodolphus asked deeply. "We shouldn't have ran."

Bellatrix looked down at Rodolphus with sadness and placed a hand on his firm, fit shoulder. Rodolphus flinched at the touch between the both of them.

Her hand still on his shoulder she looked up from Rodolphus feeling guilty and looked at Rabastan. "What do we do now?"

Rabastan pacing the floor he took out his wand and tapped the door frame once and it seemed that it disappeared but soon enough Rabastan placed his hands on the invisible door and pressed his face against it looking at the surroundings making sure that it's safe to get fresh air.

Rabastan slashed the door and the door reappeared then the former ashes on the ground formed the door again from the ground up.

"It's safe, both of you go out and take a breather...here" Rabastan said as he reached into a cabinet and pulled out a flask that looked warm but until Rabastan tapped it with the tip of his wand condensation formed on the outside and he handed it to Bellatrix.