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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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A/N: Woo! This chapter was fun to write! It's chalk full of info for you, a lot of back story happens, not a whole lot of present moments, but some. I must warn you that there is a death in this chapter, not anyone you have gotten to know though, so don't worry your little heads. I just needed a death in Lexington's background to explain some things. Enjoy! Pleeeease let me know what you think!! Would love the feed back!!
Chapter 6: Allies or Enemies
Lexington looked around her blinking. Everything was so bright and hazy. What was going on? The whiteness started to fade and she realized she was in some kind of yard. A vast, open lawn sprawled in front of her, it continued on down the hill where it met a tall hedge. Her eyes followed the hedge noting that it formed a huge perimeter around the grassed area and in raised beds all along it were elegant rose bushes, with large red flowers. Slowly Lexington realized she recognized this place full of fragrant flowers and winding gravel paths. She looked to her right, sure enough, there was the large fountain, the water charmed to allow large rainbow bubbles to drift down from the spray and settle on the rippling water at the base, floating about until they popped with a chime like ping. Her family's gardens. She looked down at herself and found she was wearing a gaudy pink dress. Fluffy wisps coming off the skirt everywhere. She'd hated that dress. She had not been disappointed when it had been ripped beyond repair, her mother had, but Lexington had been glad. Looking down again she lifted part of the skirt, there were the rips and the mud. She remembered this day. It'd been the summer after her first year at Hogwarts. She'd been 12 years old, and her parents had thrown a luncheon party to celebrate her return from school. She was sitting in the garden, absentmindedly petting the rabbit that had hopped out of the hedge and come to sit with her, trying, in vain, to think of a plausible explanation to give her parents regarding her dishevelled appearance. She'd just started to form an idea when-
“Lexington?”
Lexington jumped up and whirled around. The rabbit bounded away, back through the hedge to the forest beyond. Her mother was gliding down the path towards her, concern and disappointment etched onto her face.
“Lexi, what happened?” she had demanded upon seeing her dress.
Lexington looked at the ground. She noticed how her dress looked much worse when she was standing.
“Young lady, I asked you a question.”
“I was just playing by the pond in-in the woods-” her 12 year old self's voice started to stammer, when her mother interupted her.
“Lexington!” she scolded sternly, “I can always tell when you are lying. A lady does not lie, especially to her mother. Tell me the truth.”
Lexington hung her head, “It was hot in the party. I wanted to cool down in the garden so I went out for a walk.” She focused on her shoes, knowing her mother would not like the next part of her answer, “Travis saw me. He said I looked like a girl.”
Her mother inhaled sharply, “You ARE a girl, Lexi, and you know how your father and I feel about that boy. He is not like us. But that does not explain what happened to your dress.”
“It- I just- He- He dared me to use the log bridge to get across the creek to- to the frog catching spot. He didn't think I could do it in a dress. I- the hem caught on a branch. I fell in.”
Her mother looked furious, “You are not to see that muggle again, Lexi. Is that clear? He is not from our world. You are a pureblood witch, descended from William O'Connell himself, and you can not continue to consort with the likes of him. AND if I hear of you doing something because someone dared you to again, especially something a young lady should never be caught doing, let alone even consider doing, so help me! Your father, of course, will be informed of your digression. I suggest you march to your room and get cleaned up, young lady.”
Lexington looked at the ground and mumbled, “Yes Ma'am,” before shuffling towards the large terraced manor her family called home.
Suddenly fog swirled through the garden and Lexington panicked whirling around as it obstructed her view of the house and gardens. She squinted as tall shaped started to solidify in the mist. They formed into immense bookshelves, tables and desks scattered amongst them. The library at Hogwarts! She felt a weight settle in her arms. Text books. Her third year text books. She glanced around the library trying to find an empty table. She saw one at the end of a stack of books with only one other person at it. A bushy brown haired girl she recognized from some of her classes. Her name was Hermione and she was the smartest one in almost all their classes. Books and papers littered more than half the table but it was still the only one with an extra seat.
Lexington walked over, “Do you mind if I use part of your table?”
Hermione looked up, “Oh, um, sure. Here let me move some of my books. It's Lexington, right? You're in Care of Magical Creatures aren't you?”
Putting her own stack of books on the table she nodded, “Yes, to both questions. I'm actually working on the essay Hagrid gave us this week.”
“That's what I'm working on too,” Hermione said. “You're really good in that class, all the animals love you.”
Lexington smiled, “Thanks. I've always loved animals. They have a habit of finding me. Whenever I'm around they just have to come say hello.”
“That's sweet,” Hermione smiled. “I only know what I've read about in books and the few species I have encountered.”
Settling down they worked in silence for a while, each focused on their own task. Lexington had just realized she would need to go get some books off the shelves when she glanced at the library books Hermione had out on the table and realized some of them were the ones she'd been thinking of grabbing.
“Hermione?”
The other girl looked up, “Yes?”
“Could I borrow a few of the books you have? I was just thinking I'd need more information and it seems you already have some of the books I wanted to look at.”
“Yes, of course. Which one did you want first?”
Lexington smiled, “The one on Desert Creatures please.”
Just as Hermione was handing her the book, fog filled the library. Knowing what to expect this time, Lexington was calmer, though she was surprised when the library reappeared. She was sitting at the same table with Hermione. Different books were on the table though. Unlike last time when there had been a distinction between her pile of books and Hermione's, this time books were strewn haphazardly across the whole table, some open to certain pages, notes poking out of others. Lexington smiled, she remembered this day too. It was in fifth year. It'd been nearly two and a half years since their first encounter at this table and the girls had formed a strong friendship. What started out as sharing the odd book, turned into recommending titles that might help the other out, which turned into studying together almost all the time. At first both girls had merely found it beneficial to study with the other, gleaning and giving information to improve their efforts. But over the course of the years, mutual benefit turned into friendship as they both learned about each other and discovered they really enjoyed each others company. Neither of them felt the need to primp frivolously like the other girls in their year, both of them wanted to focus on their studies, but at the same time it was nice to have a girl friend who she could talk to about girly things, if the need arose, who know exactly where she was coming from, one that wouldn't giggle and interject 'oh's and 'ah's into their conversations. This particular afternoon they had been drafting study notes for their OWLs.
“I'm never going to remember everything!” Hermione had sighed tiredly.
Lexington looked up, “Sure you are, you always do so well on end of year finals. Even I do well, and you always beat me! Well, except in Care of Magical Creatures. Have the boys started pestering you to help them yet?”
Hermione shook her head, “No. I keep telling them they should start soon. But you know Ron and Harry. They'll wait until the last minute and then want our help.”
Lexingotn smiled, “At least we know they'll do well in Defence Against the Dark Arts. I'm sure Umbridge will not be expecting us to do as well as we will. I still can't believe they won't let us use magic in that class.”
“I know, how are we supposed to perform things if we've never practised! Forming Dumbledore's Army was a really good choice. I'm so glad you decided to join, Lex. I know you had a hard time at first because everyone saw you as just a Slytherin.”
“Hopefully their minds have changed. I feel like they have. At least the people in the DA don't sneer at me in the halls anymore just because of what house I'm in. I can't believe the sorting hat put me there just because of my family.”
Hermione reached out her hand and patted Lexington's arm. She knew she hated talking about her family, “It wasn't just your family, Lex.”
Lexington looked up sharply, “What?”
“I only meant that you do have qualities that a lot of Slytherin's have. You're smart, but crafty.” Hermione's eyes twinkled, “I know you're crafty, don't try to deny it. You get on way too well with Fred and George to not have some sneakiness and cunning in that head of yours.”
Lexington gave her a small smile.
“Plus you are stubborn and when someone crosses you, you can have quite a temper. I'm glad I've stayed on your good side. But you are loyal and will protect your friends. You may have many qualities of a Slytherin but you're heart is in the right place. You care about people. That's what makes you different from so many of your housemates. You have a kind heart and you use all those qualities to achieve what you want, it's just that what you want doesn't necessarily coincide with your family's opinions or your house's perception of what is right.”
Blushing Lexington looked down at her book, she wasn't used to hearing so many good things about herself. That's part of the reason she had become friends with Hermione. She had accepted her for who she was as a person, not who she was in society, and she made Lexington look at herself in a more positive light.
“Thanks, Hermione. You're the best.”
“Any time, Lex. Now, let's get back to drawing up our study notes. I'm almost done with Potions. How are the Care of Magical Creatures notes coming? Do you think we should make some for the boys?”
“The notes are about half done. I may be adding more than necessary to them but I want to make sure we know it all. We should probably make some for the boys, but let's not tell them until they start to panic,” she laughed.
Hermione grinned, “See. You are a wicked, wicked person, Lexington. But I happen to agree, we can let them sweat for a few hours.”
Lexington frowned as mist enveloped her again, she loved that memory. It was that conversation that had made her realize what a true friend Hermione, and even Harry and Ron, had become. Wondering where she'd end up next Lexington tried to focus on the shapes swirling about. She became aware of sounds before she could see anything solid forming. Someone was yelling. Her family's drawing room started to swim into view.
“How DARE you!” she heard her father scream, “You've been writing to a MUDBLOOD? Have you completely forgotten who you are?”
No! No. Not this memory. She tried to turn to run out the door but her memory self stayed where it was, in the middle of the room, as she watched her father burning the letters she'd received from Hermione that summer. He'd found them in her room that day. She'd forgotten to put them back in the secret drawer under her vanity. She wanted to be anywhere but here. It had been the worst day of her life.
“She helped me get through my OWLs! I wouldn't have gotten all those O's if she hadn't! She's the smartest person I know! She's not like you think, she's nice!” her dream self was yelling back.
Her father stormed towards her, “You are a PUREBLOOD!” he hissed, “You are above them. They may be nice but that is only their way of trying to pollute your soul. If you sink to their level you will lose everything you hold dear. You are better than them!”
“I'm not! I refuse to believe that! She's no different than me! I've even seen her bleed, her blood is the same as mine!”
“You will cease corresponding with the girl. When you return to school you will not associate with her or any of her friends.”
“So you expect me to just forget all my friends? Because her friends are mine too. Harry and Ron have been there for me when everyone thought I was different. It's because of them, and Hermione, that I even have friends!”
Her father stared at her, livid, “Harry? Harry POTTER? You are friends with Harry Potter?”
Lexington suddenly realized she may have made a mistake in mentioning that fact. She quickly closed her mouth and looked at the floor.
Her father grabber her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him, “Are you, or are you not, friends with Harry Potter?”
Lexington still didn't answer, but she met his furious glare with one of her own.
“Lexington, answer your father,” her mothers voice came from the direction of the sofa where she had been sitting.
Gritting her teeth Lexington complied, “Yes,” she all but spat.
Her father let go of her chin with a small shove. She stumbled backwards a step, looking up at him once she regained her footing. He stood in the centre of the room, breathing heavily. If looks could kill, Lexington knew she would have been dead ten times over. She swallowed. This wouldn't be good.
“I see we will have to make some changes around here,” he spoke in a calm voice, too calm. “I forbid you to see any of the friends you have had previously at school. Your mother and I will start holding dinners and parties with acceptable acquaintances for you. You will only associate with an approved list of peers. Is that understood?”
“No.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You can't just take away all my friends!” she was even angrier now, “They are the reason I'm doing so well in school. Don't you want that? They accept me for who I am! They don't care about familial titles! If you make me give up all my school friends I won't have anyone! If you take them away the only person I'll have left, that I actually like, is Travis!”
Lexington let out a terrified gasp, clapping her hand to her mouth as her father's head snapped up, fury laced in every feature. She saw her mother, clutching her heart, out of the corner of her eye. No! No, why had she said that!
“What. Did. You. Just. Say?”
She breathed raggedly, “Nothing. I didn't- I just meant I'd have no friends left.”
He took a step towards her and she flinched backwards, “Have you had contact with that muggle?”
His voice was icy and it terrified her.
“No,” she whispered, “No, I- I haven't. I wouldn't.” Please! Please let him believe her!
“You are lying.”
“I'm not. Please, I'm not.”
Without another word her father walked past her and out of the room. A cold knot settled in the pit of her stomach. She tried to remember how to breath. Rushing after her father she tried to grab his arm, anything to stop him as he headed to the front door.
“Father, what are you doing? Please stop! I'll listen. I'll only see who you want me too.”
He pushed open the doors and stalked down the lane way towards the iron gates, “I am going to remove the temptation you seem to have trouble resisting. Clearly, I should have done this long ago. He has corrupted your mind and polluted your soul.”
Lexington stopped dead. No. He couldn't possibly mean- He wouldn't. As her father reached the gates, he drew his wand, causing the gates to bang open with a loud clang. The noise snapped her out of her daze and she ran after him again.
“Please, Father, don't do this!” she begged.
She caught up to him just as he reached their neighbours house. She threw herself in front of the door, trying to block his entrance. She had to stop him.
“Stand aside.”
“No.”
“Lexington.”
“No!” Her terror started to turn to anger, “I'm not going to let you hurt him!”
She couldn't believe she was related to this man, this monster. He flicked his wand and she felt her body being thrown sideways. She landed hard on her side, her breath knocked from her body.
Her father regarded her coldly for a second before he replied, “I am not going to hurt him.”
Relief washed through her. He'd only been trying to scare her. Well, it had worked.
“I am going to kill him.”
No. No! She scrambled to her feet as he entered the house. She sprinted to the door but it slammed in her face. Panic flooded her. No. She had to think. What could she do.
She started banging on the door, screaming, “TRAVIS! NO! TRAVIS RUN! PLEASE!”
She heard the familiar sound of a window being opened. Travis' window! The one he always climbed out when they went on their adventures! Running back out into the yard she looked up and saw his confused face peering down at her.
“Travis! You need to leave right now! Please, don't ask questions just get out here, now! Hurry!”
An explosion sounded from somewhere in the house, and a woman’s scream.
“Mom?” Travis yelled, turning away from the window.
“NO! Travis! Please,” she pleaded. “Get out, get out now! It's my father!”
She saw him swallow before he quickly climbed out the window onto the porch roof. He sprinted along it until he got to the end then jumped down into the flower bed below. She ran to him, grabbed his hand and started dragging him away from the house.
“Lex, my mom-” he started.
“I'm sorry, it's too late. Please, we have to run. He's trying to kill you,” she tugged on his arm.
Another explosion came from the house. She turned to run, pulling Travis with her when she heard two almost consecutive cracks. She froze as time seemed to stop. No. She blinked as her father appeared in front of them. No, please. She stepped in front of Travis. Shielding his body with her own. Please let this work. If her idea didn't work she had no hope left.
She stood before Travis, her back to his chest, facing her father. She spoke as calmly as she could, “If you do this I will never forgive you.”
Her father sneered, “I do not need your forgiveness, child. I need your obedience.”
“You also need me to continue the O'Connell line and I swear, if you do this, I will leave and never come back. You will be left without an heir and when you die all your money and property will be divided up to support the people you hate so much.”
“You think your mother and I will allow that?”
“I won't give you a choice.”
“And I am not giving you one,” he waved his wand at her and she once again flew through the air.
“NO! DON'T!” she hit the ground already struggling to get back up, “TRAVIS RUN!”
Travis turned to obey but he had no way of protecting himself. No. She watched in horror as dread filled her. No, please, no. It was as if her father raised his wand in slow motion and pointed it at Travis.
“Avada Kedavra!”
A blinding flash of green. A thump as a body hit the ground. Her father turned and walked away.
Tears spilled from her eyes, “No. No, no, no,” she crawled towards his body, “Travis? Travis, please! No, no, no. Wake up, Travis, come on. Please, wake up. Travis?”
She reached him, pulled his head into her lap and placed a hand on his chest. Nothing. No movement. No breath. No heartbeat. She collapsed. Her forehead falling to his chest. Sobs wracked her body, her hands balling into tight fists, clutching his shirt. Willing him, with everything she had, to wake up. But she knew he never would.
-----**-----
A scream ripped through the dream Scabior had been having. He was on his feet before he was even fully awake, wand drawn, searching the still dark tent. His heart beat slowed it's racing when he saw Lexington twitching in the bed, crying out again, softer this time. It was just the girl having a nightmare. Scabior tucked his wand away and headed towards the bed.
Suddenly she flailed wildly, yelling, “No, don't! Travis, run!”
Who's Travis? He wondered as he peered down at her. He was slightly shocked when he saw tears were coursing down her cheeks. Her chest rose and fell heavily, spasms rocked through her whole body. Shit, he thought, that can't be good. He'd just decided to wake her when she started talking again.
“No. No, no, no,” she whimpered, “Travis?”
Scabior sat on the edge of the bed, “Lexington?”
“Travis, please!”
He reached out and gently shook her arm, “Lexington, wake up. It's just a dream.”
“No, no, no. Wake up Travis, come on.” Her breathing started coming in great gasps of air, her muscles tensing.
Scabior watched, wide eyed, as her whole body stared shaking and her limbs started twisting at odd angles. He had just reached for her again when a small black and white form crept from under the covers and started pawing at her face, mewling in a panicked way as it tried to wake her up.
“Please, wake up,” she sobbed harder, as tremors started to run down her arms and legs.
Cursing under his breath Scabior glared at the little creature, “Move!”
Wide green eyes turned to stare at him, but the kneazle did not move from the girls chest. Then the most gut wrenching sob so far ripped itself from her throat.
“NOW!” Scabior bellowed as he leaned closer.
The tiny creature scampered to the side, standing on the covers by her head, staring at her convulsing form.
Scabior grabbed her shoulders, “Lexington! Wake up!” he shook her roughly. “LEXINGTON!”
Her eyes flew open, panic etched into every corner. She sat up so fast Scabior was almost over balanced. Her arm shot out and her small, hard fist connected solidly with his nose.
“OW! Bloody hell, woman!” he grabbed his nose and blinked away the stars that were exploding in his vision.
Lexington just sat there, breathing hard. Fear still filled her eyes as they desperately took in her surroundings. Finally focusing on him, he watched in disbelief as relief swept over her face. She closed her eyes and took a huge shuddering breath as tears started to pour down her cheeks.
Forgetting about his nose he reached out a hand and placed it tentatively on her arm. She crumpled at his touch. Slumping into his chest she clutched at his shirt and sobbed. Scabior didn't move, he was too shocked to move. She was willingly touching him, needing comfort so badly from whatever terrors had plagued her dreams, and he had no idea what to do. A small noise brought him out of his daze. He looked down at the animal that had moved to her pillow. It was just staring at him, trying to communicate with it's eyes what he should do. It mewed again, softly, and pointedly looked at Scabior's hands, then back up to his face. Slowly, tentatively Scabior put his arms around Lexington. He half expected her to pull back, so when she clutched his shirt tighter and pulled him closer he had to catch his breath. Swallowing, he tightened his arms around her and brought one hand up to her hair, smoothing it gently. He felt her sobs recede a bit so he repeated his action.
They sat like that for a few minutes, Scabior lightly stroking her hair as her body slowly started to relax. At last her sobs stopped and her hands loosened their death grip on his shirt. She sat back slowly, pushing away from him and he reluctantly removed his arms. She kept one hand on his chest, however, so he let one of his stay cupped around her lower arm. His eyes met hers and, red as the were, he saw mild confusion in them. He almost chuckled. Considering the last words they had exchanged the night before he wasn't surprised to see she was slightly shocked at his comforting her. He was a bit shocked too.
Finally he broke the silence, “You okay, luv?”
His words brought her completely back to reality. She pulled her hand away from his body and placed it in her lap with her other one. She felt something crawl under them and looked down to see Gawaine, rubbing his cheek on her fingers, staring up at her with concern. The corners of her mouth twitched, giving him a small, sad smile. She started running her fingers through his fur as he curled up and started to purr. She took a slow breath and closed her eyes, organizing her thoughts. She looked up to meet Scabior's gaze for a moment before returning to watch her fingers sift through Gawaine's fur.
“I remember,” she whispered.
Scabior had to cock his head and lean forward to hear her, trying to see her downcast face, “You remember what?”
“Everything,” came her sad reply.
“Well, that's good then isn't it?”
“No.”
He watched as a single tear trickled down her cheek.
“I wish I could forget some of it again,” she said softly, her voice wavering.
He sighed, “But at least you know who you are. Mind tellin' me so I don' 'ave to go searchin' for the answer.”
“My last name is O'Connell. My family is pureblood.”
That gave Scabior pause, “O'Connell? As in the O'Connell's? Wait-” suddenly realizing something he looked at her as if seeing her for the first time, “You're that Lexington? The one that disappeared a few years back, when she was sixteen?”
That explained why he had thought she looked familiar. Why he recognized some of her features. Lady O'Connell used to come over every week for tea and gossip with his mother. He had been home the day Lady O'Connell came over in a panic, sputtering about her daughter's indiscretion and subsequent disappearance. The family had never found her. And he had just stumbled across her in the middle of the forest?
Lexington looked at him sharply when he mentioned her disappearance.
“H-how did you know about that?” she asked, shocked.
“You're mother used to visit mine for tea all the time. She might still, I wouldn't know. I 'aven't been home in a few years. I was there the day you ran away. Heard somethin' about an incident and that you had just vanished.”
Lexington swallowed, looking down, “You knew my family?”
“Yeah, our mothers were friends. They went to school together.”
“Really?” she asked in disbelief. “What's your last name?”
“Danton.”
She repeated it thoughtfully, “Danton? I think I do remember my mother going to a Madame Danton's house regularly.”
Which she did. She remembered now, how her mother used to go almost every week and come back with the latest gossip. Not that Lexington had cared about that. She looked at Scabior inquisitively. She thought she remembered her mother mentioning something about the 'Danton boy'. She must have been referring to him. They'd never met of course, since he was rarely home and she had only gone with her mother for tea on a handful of occasions. It was strange to think about, that given the right circumstances they would have met under vastly different conditions.
“So, how'd you pull it off?” he enquired.
“What?” she asked confused.
“Your vanishing act. An' why did you run away? No one ever talked about it.
Lexington pursed her lips, “My father did something that I could never forgive. I didn't want to be part of that family anymore. I hated them. So I left. I told him I would if he did it. But he didn't listen. He never listened.”
“If he did what?”
She stared at her lap, “If he killed him.”
She had spoken so quietly, he almost didn't hear her. He added things up in his head before he reached a conclusion he thought made sense.
“Travis?” he asked, arching his brow.
She bit her lip, a tear falling to the top of Gawaine's head. Slowly, she nodded, “H-how did y-you-”
“You were yellin' his name in your sleep. Looked like a pretty bad nightmare.”
She nodded again.
“Why did he kill him?”
Her blue eyes met his, anger burned beneath the tears, “Because he was a muggle and my friend.”
That sounded about right. He remembered Lord O'Connell had a fierce temper and despised muggles and mudbloods. If his own daughter had befriended one he would have been beyond livid. Scabior could only imagine the man's reaction to such news. No wonder it was what she had nightmares about.
“You 'aven't answered my question about how you disappeared. You were only sixteen, you couldn't do magic out of school yet an' your family had everyone they could searchin' for you. Seems like a near impossible feat to me.”
“I had friends who helped. Unknown to my parents I had a muggle cell phone. Some of my friends had them too. It was a fun way to keep in touch that my parents couldn't monitor. I didn't realize how useful it would be. My father made the mistake of leaving me alone with Travis' body, thinking I wouldn't have a way to leave because I couldn't do magic outside school. I immediately called my best friend, Hermione. She got some Order members together and they came to get me. They helped me stay hidden during the summers and while I was at school my parents couldn't get to me. They were never informed that I had returned to school and even if they asked no one would have told them I was there.”
Scabior had sat up straighter part way through her speech, “Hermione? Order members?”
Lexington groaned. Shit. She should have kept her mouth shut. She had completely forgotten who she was talking to. Their almost normal conversation had made her relax her guard, not to mention that she was still trying to make sense of all her returned memories. He was a snatcher, of course he would jump on the information she had unwittingly divulged. Merlin, would she never learn to think before she spoke. She was in so much trouble now. Now he knew who she was. He knew she had information the Dark Lord would kill for, literally. Her fingers stilled in Gawaine's fur. What on earth was she going to do now?
“My, my, Lexi. Aren't you just full of surprises?”
“Don't call me Lexi,” was the only response she gave.
“Is that why those other snatchers wanted you? You have inside information on the Order and are friends with the mudblood running around with Harry Potter? If you tell me you're friends with him too-” he spoke eagerly.
She might just be his luckiest break yet. He thought briefly on the reward he was liable to get, but stopped himself when he looked at her. She suddenly looked scared and vulnerable, glaring at her lap, anger showing in the hard line of her mouth. She was obviously angry at herself for telling him that much. He was surprised she'd answered as many of his questions as she had. Now she seemed to be regretting it. Seeing her expression, though, caused conflicting emotions to start warring within him. He'd just gotten used to the idea that he wouldn't have to hand her over. He'd liked that idea. A lot. Now he might not get an option. If what she said was true, and he figured it was, she would be one of the most valuable hand overs ever. Aside from Harry Potter himself, the Granger girl and maybe that red haired Weasley, though it hadn't been confirmed he was actually with Harry Potter currently. Scabior ran a hand over his face and looked up at the ceiling. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Logically, he should hand her over, that's what his job was all about. But he didn't want to anymore. Something about this girl had intrigued him from the start and he wanted to keep her. He sighed loudly, trying to compose his thoughts. Glancing at her he noticed her peering at him curiously.
Lexington had been watching him. She could see some kind of struggle going on behind his eyes. Why? What would he be struggling with? She'd just given him every reason to hand her over to Voldemort immediately. Then she caught an emotion flash across his face so fast she almost missed it. Lust. Suddenly, she remembered his body pressed against hers, his kiss, his admission that he wanted to keep her. She blushed and looked away. That couldn't be it. There is no way he would defy Voldemort just to keep her for himself. Would he?
Standing up Scabior walked to the door and grabbed his boots.
Fear plunged it's fist into her heart, “Where are you going?”
“I need to think,” he growled, lacing up boots.
“Y-you're not going to hand me over?” she asked her voice quivering.
He looked at her. She'd shifted to the edge of the bed, clutching the small kneazle to her chest. The fear on her face clearly visible even in the darkness.
He shook his head, “Not tonight at any rate. An' I want that thing,” he pointed at the creature, as he turned to leave, “out of my tent by the time I get back.”
Surprised, Lexington realized Gawaine had been with them the whole time, “Why did you let him stay?”
He paused as he lifted the tent flap, turning to look at her with an unreadable expression, “At the time? You needed him more than I didn't want him around.”
With that he left, she watched the door flutter to a close. What had that meant? Gods, this man confused her! She may not know a lot of things about him, but she did know one thing. He was a snatcher. Which meant he took his orders directly from the Ministry, which was under Lord Voldemort’s control. She definitely wasn't safe here. She wasn't on their side after all. She was as far from their side as could be.
She hadn't told him but she remembered why she had needed to leave Hogwarts. Why those snatchers had been after her. When Harry, Ron and Hermione had left, no one knew what the were doing, what they were searching for. The only thing they'd told anybody was they were on an important mission Dumbledore had left them and it would help win the war. What nobody knew was that there was one other person who had known what they were doing. Her. She'd originally been going to go with them, but after much discussion it had been decided that she would be more useful at Hogwarts. Her friendship with Harry was not well known by those outside the small circle of people he trusted. She wouldn't be suspected. It left her in the perfect position to keep an eye on things at school and to use the extensive library resources to aid them in their quest. Hermione had packed as many important books as she could, but nothing compared to the wealth of knowledge sitting at Hogwarts, just out of their reach. So she had gone back to school and done what she could.
A month and a half had gone by without a hitch. Then she'd been discovered. It had not been out of place for her to spend hours pouring over books in the library. That wasn't what gave her away. It had been a letter. Again. A letter that had decided her fate. One of the Carrow's had found her trying to sneak a letter via owl to Hermione. Of course it had been the letter in which she suggested they start using code, since things were getting pretty bad at Hogwarts. They had started searching the mail. Any letter after that and it would not have mattered if it'd been found. But she'd been caught sending that one and dragged before Headmaster Snape. Everything from that night was a blur. There had been a scuffle and someone, she thought it was Snape, had accidentally knocked his floo powder container into the fire. The only fire in the whole school that was still connected to the floo network. She's also, luckily, been the closest one to the fireplace, Snape having just used his wand to toss her over his desk. It'd been in the chaos of the three of them, Snape and the Carrow's, trying to get around the same desk that the floo powder had fallen. She remembered hearing Snape say something along the lines of 'Don't you dare!' cluing her into the fact that the flames had turned bright green. Not wasting a second she had thrown herself backwards into the fireplace and shouted out the first place she could think of. Diagon Alley. From there she'd made it to Fred and George's shop, somehow, without being spotted and they helped secret her away. It had been on one of her attempts to find the trio, to join their hunt, that she'd run into the snatchers.
Clutching Gawaine to her she knew she only had one choice. She had to get away. It was only a matter of time before Scabior got bored of her. Even if he did lust after her badly enough to defy Voldemort for a while, she would never give in to him, and he would tire of her before long. She needed to leave. She needed to leave now. Before he came back.
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