Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Jun 6, 2009 14:08:13 GMT 8
Rabastan finally threw off the blankets and got out of bed. He went to the window, and after a struggle managed to open it. Leaning out, he could see the looming shape of the huge castle in the distance. At this time of night, there were very few lights showing, but he could make out a tiny glow from the tower where the head of Hogwarts lived.
Sara.
He'd promised he'd walk away, give her the space she needed. But it was pure torture, knowing where she was, but barred from going to her.
All those years. That period of aching misery after she vanished, just minutes before they should have been married. Her sudden, stunning appearance at his trial, and the anguished look they'd exchanged as he was dragged away to Azkaban. Years of bleak, hopeless imprisonment, when the only thing the Dementors left him with was the despair he felt at losing the only woman he would ever love.
Even after his amnesty, when the Dark Lord was finally vanquished, there had been that gnawing, constant ache, of not knowing where she was. And then he'd opened the Daily Prophet, to learn that Sara Templeton was the new Headmistress of Hogwarts.
She didn't want him.
But she had to know he wouldn't, couldn't stay away forever. She knew how much he still loved her. She'd seen him weep as he let her go, in the courthouse, just a few weeks ago.
Abruptly, Rabastan turned away from the window, and began to dress. He couldn't stay away any longer. He had to see her, he had to convince her that they were destined to be together.
He was going back to Sara.
Sara.
He'd promised he'd walk away, give her the space she needed. But it was pure torture, knowing where she was, but barred from going to her.
All those years. That period of aching misery after she vanished, just minutes before they should have been married. Her sudden, stunning appearance at his trial, and the anguished look they'd exchanged as he was dragged away to Azkaban. Years of bleak, hopeless imprisonment, when the only thing the Dementors left him with was the despair he felt at losing the only woman he would ever love.
Even after his amnesty, when the Dark Lord was finally vanquished, there had been that gnawing, constant ache, of not knowing where she was. And then he'd opened the Daily Prophet, to learn that Sara Templeton was the new Headmistress of Hogwarts.
She didn't want him.
But she had to know he wouldn't, couldn't stay away forever. She knew how much he still loved her. She'd seen him weep as he let her go, in the courthouse, just a few weeks ago.
Abruptly, Rabastan turned away from the window, and began to dress. He couldn't stay away any longer. He had to see her, he had to convince her that they were destined to be together.
He was going back to Sara.
