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Redemption Recalled	By : MoonlightVision Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 9162 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of JK's world and characters, I do not make any money from this. I merely borrow for fun. The only thing I own is my feisty Lexi and the story arch.

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Chapter 16: Bitterness and Regret

Scabior stood breathing heavily on the hilltop, sweat pouring off of him. He still had his wand drawn, but no one else was firing spells. Slowly the adrenaline left his body and he started to take note of his surroundings.

He wasn't aware of when he'd rejoined the men, but he must have because they were all there. All staring at him wide eyed, their wands also drawn.

They were on top of a hill in a large field. It was dark and hundreds of stars twinkled above them. To the north he could make out a darker area that must be a tree line.

Scabior's gaze then fell on several figures laying scattered about the hilltop. None of them were moving and several of them had limbs extending at odd angles. He didn't recognize any of them.

“Scabior?”

Scabior turned his head to glance at Thom. He stood a few feet away and had his wand subtly pointing at him. Noticing that, Scabior tried to focus on his own wand and found it already pointing at Thom. That explained the apprehensive look on Thom's face.

Scabior let his wand drop to his side and sighed, closing his eyes.

“What happened?” he asked, looking at him again.

Thom looked to the men and nodded, at which they relaxed their wands and started to check the people on the ground. Taking a few steps towards Scabior he spoke quietly, “Ya never came back after ya went ta check on Lexington. I wasn' too worried, figured ya'd go' caught up in somethin' with her. We was almos' finished our route when this group o' wizards popped up an' tried ta ambush us. It was then I sent ya tha' message, sayin' we needed some help. Next thing we see's is ya apparatin' right inta the middle o' it all an' layin' inta them like ya was ou' for blood.”

Scabior reached up and massaged his temples. He had a splitting headache and he didn't remember any of this. The last thing he could recall clearly was Lexington slapping him. He also recalled how livid that one small action had made him. Scabior groaned as pieces came back to him. Pieces like tying her up and practically throwing her into the bathroom.

He looked at the men who were gathering the bodies into groups, tying them up as they went. There had to be at least a dozen people lying around them. Scabior lifted his eyes to the dark sky. “What time is it?” he asked Thom.

“I'd say it's close ta two or three in the mornin'.”

“That late?” Scabior asked with disbelief, “How long ago did I get here?”

“Abou' thirty minutes ago,” Thom said, raising his eyebrows questioningly.

“Shit.”

If that was the case, that meant there was about twelve hours of time that Scabior couldn't recall clearly. He swiped his hand across his face, trying to remember any little detail he could.

“Somethin' wrong, Scabior?” Thom asked.

Quietly, Scabior spoke without thinking, “I'm pretty sure I fucked things up with Lexington, royally.”

Thom tried to hide the shocked expression that crossed his face, “How so?”

Scabior sighed, he hadn't meant to tell Thom that. He wasn't sure why he had. His brain was still trying to sort things out and it had just slipped out. He knew Thom suspected there were other reasons he was keeping Lexington, but he hadn't outright told Thom he was trying to seduce her. Well, he may as well explain what he could now. “I may 'ave let on that I'd caught her friends, 'cause I was upset that she'd tested the wards again after she promised not to.”

Thom nodded, “She wouldn' like tha' very much.”

“No, she didn't,” Scabior replied, “She slapped me an' I lost it on her.”

“Ya lost it?”

Scabior noted the concern in Thom's voice and frowned, “Pretty sure she's tied up an' locked in the bathroom.”

“Wha'da ya mean, pretty sure?”

“Like I said, I lost it, I saw red an' can't remember anythin' clearly since then. I've no idea where I've been since then either, 'cause that was about three this afternoon.”

Thom whistled softly.

Just then Ty came up, “Boss?”

“Yeah, Ty?”

“What're we doin' with this lot? Same as usual?”

Scabior looked around. The men had tied the wizards up into a group of five and a group of six. Only one wizard lay apart from the others, still prone on the ground. “Yeah, same as usual. We'll take them to the Ministry. They can deal with them. What about that one?” he asked, indicating the one still on the ground.

Ty fidgeted, “He's dead.”

“What?” Scabior asked, taken aback.

Ty quailed slightly at Scabior's tone, “He's dead, Boss. Someone musta hit 'em with some sort o' cutting curse, 'cause he's got some nasty wounds on his back. Looks like he bled out quickly.”

Scabior stared at the form on the ground. He knew what Ty wasn't saying. Scabior had killed him. He knew his men never used that particular curse, he wasn't sure they even knew it. He hadn't used it in years and back when he had, it'd been times like this, when his anger got out of control. Scabior fought to keep his body from swaying, his mind going numb, he hadn't accidentally killed anyone for a long time. Not since... No, he mentally shook himself, he was not going to let himself go there. Those memories were walled off in his mind for a reason.

His mind abruptly jumped to Lexington. He knew he'd messed things up with her, he just hoped that what he remembered was all he'd done. What if he'd hurt her? He could live with her never forgiving him, but he didn't think he could live with himself if he had hurt her. He was suddenly overcome by the need to get back and check on her.

Scabior swallowed, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. “Leave him here. Let's get the others to the Ministry an' call it a night.”

“Sure thing, Boss,” Ty said eagerly, turning to his brother who stood by the group of five.

“Ty, Xander, you two can get that group there?”

Xander nodded.

“Good, Blaine, Thom an' I will get this group there. We'll meet up in the lobby an' go from there.”

They each took a hold of their respective group and turned on the spot.

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Scabior stood outside his tent, staring at the door. He wanted to go in and make sure she was okay, but he also had no idea what he'd say to her if she was, and part of him was dreading that she wasn't.

He was also confused. How could one slap from her have sent him over the edge so completely? And why was he dreading facing her. He'd had plenty of people hate him in the past and he'd survived. Hell, his own father had hated him. He wasn't supposed to care anymore what people thought. He hadn't. Until this girl came along.

Exhaling slowly, Scabior steeled himself. He may not understand it, but he did care what Lexington thought about him, so he may as well get this over with and assess the damage.

Entering the tent, his eyes and ears were immediately drawn to a small cage by the table. Gawaine was pacing inside, fur standing on end and growling as fiercely as a tiny kitten could.

Pausing to take off his boots, Scabior addressed the kneazle, “You can just stay in there until I get things sorted with her. That's all I need is you clawing me to pieces while I'm tryin' to patch things up.”

Gawaine hissed loudly and continued pacing.

Throwing his coat over a chair, Scabior glanced at the bed as he approached the bathroom. He was exhausted, it was almost morning and he would like nothing better than to fall into bed and sleep. But he needed to try to fix this first. As much as he'd like to sleep, he'd like to sleep with Lexington beside him even more.

Gently he turned the handle and opened the door. Lexington was curled up against the far wall, facing it, her knees drawn up to her chest.

“Lex?”

He saw her twitch, but she gave no other indication that she was aware he was there. He turned on the lights and entered the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He slowly walked to her and crouched down. He could use his wand to unbind her, but he wanted to go slowly. Plus he needed to feel her, make sure she was physically okay.

As soon as his hand touched her shoulder she moved, rolling farther towards the wall and scrambling awkwardly up into a sitting position.

He moved closer and knelt before her, her feet between his knees. He swallowed as he reached for her again, this time to the cloth over her eyes. She flinched and tried to turn away but he brought up his other hand and held her head gently as he unwound the fabric. He knew she'd been crying because the material was wet.

It fell away and he was met with a piercing cold stare. Hatred, fear and fury radiated from her.

“Lex, I'm sorry,” he said quietly.

She watched him search her eyes and she knew he was searching for any sign of forgiveness. She had none. She was as furious with him now as she had been then. Even more so since he'd left her tied for hours and her arms were practically numb. Her heart and brain were numb too, having spent many hours filled to bursting with emotions after he'd left. The pain had been too much and she'd pushed it aside, welcoming the numbness that accompanied the slow burn of hatred that was filling her.

He still held her face as he reached out and took off the gag. He was probably expecting her to launch into a tirade, but she didn't. She was never going to say another thing to this man. She had nothing to say to him.

“I didn't really find your friends,” he said, starting to untie the rope around her legs.

That almost shocked her enough to speak. She swallowed, staring at him.

Scabior noted the small glimmer of hope that sprang to her eyes and continued talking as he slowly unbound her legs. “I was in the woods an' just came across the scarf tied to a tree. It smelled like you an' I knew it must belong to your friend, so I kept it.” He left off the part where he'd looked for them for hours, that wouldn't help his case right now.

Still Lexington said nothing, but her breathing had increased, hope surging inside her chest. They weren't dead! Harry, Ron and Hermione were still out there! They were still alive and hopefully okay! If she weren't so mad at Scabior she could have hugged him for this bit of news.

The last of the rope fell from her legs and Scabior moved to kneel beside her, pulling her away from the wall so he could reach her hands.

With her hands free the first thing she wanted to do was hit Scabior again. She wanted to pummel him with everything she had. But she didn't dare. Not after what she'd just been through. Moving her arms around in front of her she bit her lip to stop from crying out in pain. Blood flow was slowly returning to her limbs and they were in agony. Pins and needles shot up and down them making it feel like they were on fire.

She gently started rubbing both her arms, trying to coax some normal feeling back into them. Scabior reached for her to help, but she scrambled backwards until she was out of reach. She never wanted him to touch her again. Ever.

Scabior dropped his hand and watched her as she slowly rubbed her arms. Other than that she seemed to be okay. Physically anyway. She still hadn't said a word though and he'd been expecting an angry barrage from her as soon as he'd removed her gag. She'd brightened visibly when he'd told her her friends were still out there but she hadn't for a second stopped staring at him like she wished he was dead.

Sighing he spoke to her again, “Lex, I am sorry. I need to get some sleep though an' I suspect you do too. You probably didn't get much rest last night either.” He moved closer and reached for her again, “Let's get some sleep, okay luv?”

Once again Lexington scrambled backwards, shaking her head hastily. There was no way she was going to let him touch her again, let alone share a bed with him. She watched him lick his lips as he exhaled slowly, sadness filled his eyes for a second, but then it was gone.

“Okay,” he said standing, “Suit yourself. You know where the bed is if you change your mind.”

He walked out the door, leaving it open and she saw Gawaine. More fury filled her. How dare he put him in a cage? Once again she almost broke her vow of never talking to him again. She wanted to scream at him for the way he was treating her pet.

She had just started to get up when she saw Scabior reach the cage and crouch before it. She froze. What was he doing?

Scabior simply opened the cage door. Gawaine stared at him. “Go, she needs you,” he said quietly to the creature.

Gawaine was out of the cage like a shot and in her lap before she could blink. She hugged him close and fresh tears spilled from her eyes, soaking his fur as she pressed her face to him. She leaned back against the wall and drew her knees up to her chest, letting all the fear, anger and relief escape her body.

Scabior lay in bed, listening to her cry as he stared at the ceiling. Silently he cursed himself. He may have ruined any chance he ever had of having sex with her. Judging from her reactions she'd probably never forgive him. Which still left him with no options. He had to keep her. He couldn't hand her over and he couldn't let her go. The only difference now was he had to keep someone who hated him. Someone who hated him, who's body he still found irresistible. He'd just entered a new level of hell.
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