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And before she could even blink, his lips met hers, his arms tightly wrapped around her figure and it felt just like the first time. Tears still running down her cheeks, she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her hand into his hair and holding on to it. And that was it - everything she ever wanted, everything she was dreaming of all these years. After all this time it was always him and deep down she knew, she knew all along that her heart craved for his love. She never admitted it, because she feared not to be worthy for his everything. Rebekah loved him so much, that she was so scared to hurt him in any kind of way, that not being with him was the only option left. It broke her into pieces, being so close to a man she could never have. And now, feeling his lips pressed against hers, it felt like a hundreds of kilos were lifted from her heart and all the pain, that she collected deep inside of her soul the past months and years were washed away within seconds.

Feeling more than dizzy, Rebekah had to stop the connected between their lips to take a deep breath. “Never, ever, leave me again”, she whispered and sighed in relief, forming a small smile with her lips, before she moved back in, tickling his lips with hers, inhaling the scent that was coming from his body. Opening her eyes, she looked into his orbs that were only millimetres apart, their noses touching. The fire was reflecting inside of them, mixing with that beautiful light blue. That was the moment, she felt it and staring into of the ocean inside of his eyes, she whispered: “It was always you.”

It all felt like a dream. Ever since he had laid eyes on her, Zach’s aching heart had always belonged to her. But the world was always cruel to them and for a long time, Zach had thought Rebekah would be the girl he always wanted but could never have. It all felt surreal, to have her full and soft lips pressed firmly against his own, to taste her own sweet longing of her kissing him back. Hands traveling up her back, Zach presses his sweaty palms against the cool skin of her cheeks and nothing else mattered.

His eyes flutter open when Rebekah pulls away, head spinning and every cell in his body buzzing with want. She takes a deep breath and Zach takes a breath of his own, seeming to have forgotten what it was like to breathe for a moment. “I won’t,” he replies, immediate and honest, gazes locked. “I promise.” And he sharply inhales when their noses touch, their lips brushing and Zach’s eyes close once more, breathing her in, memorizing her scent as if he could ever forget. Feeling her gaze on him, he met her alluring dark eyes and all of their intensity. It was always you.

Something stirred within him then. He felt it in the pit of his stomach, a pull, a light, and fluttering sensation. With his hands still on her cheeks, Zach brushed her hair away from her forehead and swallowed hard. “Took you long enough,” he muttered, the corner of his mouth twitching and yet not reaching into a full smile. Licking his lips, he glanced down at her mouth and distinguish the fire that consumed him, “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he confesses, voice barely above a whisper and he brushes a thumb over her bottom lip. “Did you know that?”

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For a second she believed that her heart skipped a beat, as soon as it left her lips. Something she had always on her mind, but was never brave enough to confess. Pushing her feelings aside for so long, she tried to convince herself not to be head over heels for him, but as hard as she tried to lie to herself - in the end, it didn’t work. It came haunting her, rushing all over herself when she opened the newspaper a few hours ago. In that moment she knew that she couldn’t lie to herself anymore, in that moment she knew, that he was the one. And now having him right in front of her, being able to tell him what was on her mind for the longest time possible, she was relieved.

‘Took you long enough’, he replied and it made her chuckle, because that is the exact thing she would have expected him so say. In that moment she felt the corners of her mouth move upwards, smirking a little, as she tried to suppress the laugh, that was forming inside of her throat. “Took you long enough, too”, she copied him and bit on her lip, pulling him closer to peck his lips. Looking into his orbs, her smile faded. “No”, she whispered against his lips, “I didn’t. I never thought I could be more than a best friend for you. I wanted you too, from the first day I’ve laid my eyes on you. I still do, more than ever.”

The fire reflected inside of his eyes and Rebekah couldn’t help but smile a little, as her arms were still wrapped around his shoulders. Pulling him close, she moved her face towards his neck, hugging him tightly, as she consumed his scent. Trailing soft kisses from along his neck to his jaw, she peeked underneath her lashes up into his eyes again. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”, she asked and smirked, sure that she did, but also sure that he didn’t know that she was serious about it. Moving one of her hands from behind his neck towards his cheek, she cupped his face, “I can’t believe you’re here now - after all this time.”

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Looking at his face, she noticed no hint of fear, more some sort of despair. It confused her for a second, because she expected a different reaction, something like “you know who I am”, or a fight. He didn’t pull his wand, he just looked at her. His beautiful eyes were piercing. Rebekah looked at all his features, it all still looked kind of the same, just more hopeless. His hair was darker, his skin was covered in dust. Lowering her wand, as he dropped to her knees, her orbs never left his. “Then show me your heart”, she whispered and dropped to her knees as well, letting go of her wand.

It was fascinating. That person in front of her looked just like him, he talked just like him. Rebekah felt the tears rolling down her cheeks, but she didn’t mind and she couldn’t stop them from escaping her eyes. Lifting her hand towards his face, she began to shiver, moving as slow as possible, until her fingertips reached his cheek. Rebekah just needed to touch the face she knew so fell. And as she did, there was a cold shiver running down her spine, making her close her eyes. For a second she even held her breath. Their faces were only inches apart, while she explored the skin of his cheek. They were so close, that she felt his breath on her skin and when she began to breathe again, she noticed the familiar smell that was coming from him. Her hand began to drop a little, tracing a line along his neck, moving across his shirt, before it stopped right above his heart. More tears escaped when she closed her eyes one more time to listen to the beat of his heart. “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine”, she whispered underneath her breath, her lip twitching a little as she noticed the weird jump his heart made, a beat that broke the rhythm. In that moment she knew that it was him, “Zach.”

Her touch blew his breath away. So warm and Zach let his eyes flutter at the contact of her hands on him. She ran her hands over his neck, his chest and it felt almost as if she was washing him away of all the pain. He let out a long breath, finally feeling free. Rebekah always knew how to take care of him.

Zach gripped her wrists, holding on tightly. He couldn’t lose her. Zach had her taken away once, trapped in Azkaban while Zach had to face the harsh reality of his life now. They were apart for so long that Zach had yearned for that life back, but they weren’t children anymore. It was time to grow up.

He stared into her eyes, drinking her in. Was this all a dream? She was so close. He could almost kiss her. There was a time in Zach’s Hogwarts life where he couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss Rebekah McKenzie. She was beautiful and smart, and she was Zach’s best friend. And when she had taken his virginity that night in the Forbidden Forest when they were young, she had forever become Zach’s goddess. But her relationship with Alex had changed them. They were no longer as close has Zach needed them to be. Their gaze never wavered and then it fell from her beautiful mouth. Zach. “Bekah.”

Falling forward, he caught her lips on his. Damn Alex. Zach pressed their mouths together in a fierce kiss, breathing Rebekah’s scent. Was this real? Her lips were soft and her mouth was hot. His hands ran down her forearms, reaching around her shoulders and bringing her in as close as he could get her, their chests touching, bodies colliding.

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Feeling the adrenaline pumping throughout her petite figure, Rebekah held on to her wand, preparing herself to kill whoever was coming down these stairs. No one knew she was there, no one even knew about this place, no one could lift the spell that was cast upon this wooden door, making this the safest place on earth. No one. No one but him, she thought. She’s never been here with anyone else, because this was their place. But that was impossible, Rebekah knew it and shook the thought away. Whoever it that person was, was coming closer, grabbing the door knob. Freezing at the sound of it turning around, she took a deep breath and held it in, so that no one could hear her being inside. Rebekah knew it was impossible to open that door, so her muscles relaxed a little and she almost lowered her wand, when the door suddenly sprung open. “Bekah”, she heard someone say, a voice that was too familiar, a voice that caused so much pain in the moment it reached her ears, “it’s me.”

Pulling her wand up again, she still kept herself in silence behind the door. This was a trap, it had to be. He was dead, Zacharias was dead, she just read it, it is all over the news, he got killed. As he took a few steps forward, Rebekah pushed herself against the door, closing it behind him, while her wand was pointed straight at his face. That face. He looked like Zach, like the person she loved the most. This was a trap. It must be a polyjuice potion, the Ministry knew about their relationship and now they’re playing with her feelings to get information. “Who are you?”, she whispered angrily, her wand shaking inside of her hand, while tears escaped her eyes, “Zacharias got killed. I dare you, show me your real face, or I will end you right now.”

He knew she wouldn’t believe him, not right away at least. Rebekah was always careful, always waiting and watching. Always ready to kill if necessary. He remembered the curse that she had used in the sixth year, the slow burn of decay to a simple girl who knew nothing but was nosey enough to eavesdrop. He watched her as she pointed her wand at him, tip close to his face though she kept a reasonable distance. If he reached out, he could almost touch her.

She looked just as he remembered if not her hair grew longer. Eyes grew sadder. But she was still Rebekah and Zach had no one left to return to. He left everyone else he knew behind. Perhaps he should have wrote to her first, but owls these days are being intercepted and there was no way Zach would have made it out alive then. They are looking for Death Eaters everywhere.

Zach peered back at her, watching as the tears fell down her cheeks. His fists clenched at his sides, knowing he couldn’t touch her yet, but the ache was still there and it hurt. “Shall I show you my heart too?” He whispered, just loud enough for her to hear and placed a hand over his heart. In a world of hurt, all Zach wanted was comfort. They both did. He fell to his knees before her, exposing all of his vulnerablilites because he had nothing to hide. “I wish I really were dead,” Zach said then, voice pained and quiet. His gaze never left her and tears sprung to his own eyes.

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It was fascinating. That person in front of her looked just like him, he talked just like him. Rebekah felt the tears rolling down her cheeks, but she didn’t mind and she couldn't stop them from escaping her eyes. Lifting her hand towards his face, she began to shiver, moving as slow as possible, until her fingertips reached his cheek. Rebekah just needed to touch the face she knew so fell. And as she did, there was a cold shiver running down her spine, making her close her eyes. For a second she even held her breath. Their faces were only inches apart, while she explored the skin of his cheek. They were so close, that she felt his breath on her skin and when she began to breathe again, she noticed the familiar smell that was coming from him. Her hand began to drop a little, tracing a line along his neck, moving across his shirt, before it stopped right above his heart. More tears escaped when she closed her eyes one more time to listen to the beat of his heart. “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine”, she whispered underneath her breath, her lip twitching a little as she noticed the weird jump his heart made, a beat that broke the rhythm. In that moment she knew that it was him, “Zach.”

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These mornings were colder than usual, but the fire inside kept Rebekah warm and safe. Looking out of the window of her parents house, she saw the sun creating nice reflections on the fields that had, after winter passed them, no colours. She thought about how much she liked walking these grounds back then and her heart ached, because so much has changed after Dumbledore’s death. Taking a sip from her coffee, Rebekah looked at all the unopened letters in front of her, torn between smiling and feeling bad for not making an effort to open them. She scrammed through the pile and saw Draco’s name written on two of them, four of them were written by Alexander, one by Tate. The stamp on top of the envelope told her, that he was still in Russia, dealing with some stuff. Looking through her lashes, she scanned the mark on her left arm and kind of felt remorse for the past few months. After the curse of the necklace being broken, she just left it all behind. All the feelings, the good and bad ones, the memories, they all came back and tore her apart. Thinking about all the things she’s done to people she loved and cared about broke her into pieces. So she decided to leave and to never come back, because people were better of without her. In that moment she thought about that special person and wiped away the red lipstick, that marked her cup. Every single day passing by, not hearing the slightest thing from her best friend, made it even worse. Somehow that was the reason that she didn’t open all these letters. She was so scared to find a word about him, about what might have happened that she just left them unread. Thinking about that night, when the sky became dark, the air became cold, she remembers standing on the edge of the grounds, looking up to the tower where it was all going down. And when Dumbledore fell all death eaters disappeared immediately. She tried to look for him, tried to find him to tell him that it was all going to be alright, but he was gone too. Months have passed and there was no sign of him being anywhere, no sign that he was either alive or dead. Rebekah tried her best to find him, but no one knew where he was and not that she gave up, but maybe he doesn’t want to be found. With every morning that passed she was scared to find the answer to all those questions.

Taking another sip from her coffee as she was drowning in thoughts, the elf came in, holding another pile of new envelopes. “Don’t. “I don’t want..”, she said and stopped, looking at the amount of letters. “They are your friends and it seems to be urgent”, Rufus said, holding about fifteen letters inside of his hands. As the house elf tossed them into her lap, she noticed him looking at the Daily Prophet and it woke her interest. Rufus’ eyes widened, before he quickly began to fold the papers inside of his hands. “Give me that”, she commanded and pointed to the Daily Prophet, that he was hiding behind his back, “why are you hiding it from me?” Rebekah became suspicious, stood up and took a few steps forward, as he was taking a few steps back, “Rufus, I dare you.” The little elf seemed lost, not sure wether to give her the papers she was longing for, or to throw them into the oven. “Miss, you don’t want to see the news”, he said softly, “boring things only, nothing special.” Rebekah’s eyes became smaller, focused on whatever he was saying, “Rufus, don’t make me hurt you”, she said and jumped towards him. He disappeared to the other side of the kitchen. Pointing up the wand, she began “Aavada”, but then he reached out his hand, “ok, ok”, he said and looked down, “promise me to not make something stupid”, he said and helped her up, handing over the papers as he looked down.

And in that moment she knew. If he had to tell her not to do something stupid, it could only mean one thing and that would explain all these letters. Tears shot into her brown eyes, as she thought about not opening these pages. But then she did and froze, when she saw the headline. It felt like hundreds of needles pinching into her heart, it felt like knives stabbing her in the back. Her breath became irregular, heavier, uncontrolled. All she could hear was the blood pumping through her veins, humming inside of her ears. She lost all sense of surrounding and let herself drop to the ground. Stroking her thumb across the page, all these tears inside her eyes escaped, ran along her cheeks and fell onto her shirt, quickly soaking it all in. More and more tears followed. The title said: “Smith found dead.” Minutes passed and it felt like a lifetime, that she was staring at this moving picture of his face. His beautiful soft and loving face, that she often just stared at. The pain became more and more and maybe right in this moment she knew. In that moment she knew that it was her fault. All of it. He would still be alive, if he had never met her. And in that second this film inside of her head began, forming the past six years with him at her side. How she laid her eyes on him for the first time when he got sorted. How he was brave enough to talk to her, when everyone else told him not to. All the laughs, the small moments of pure happiness. How he made her a better person. A piece of herself died along with him just in that moment. “Leave”, she whispered to Rufus, who turned around and disappeared. She continued to scan the picture of his face. Seconds, minutes and hours passed. “Miss”, she heard someone say in the silence. Spinning around, she looked at Rufus’ face, the sun has already set and the fire almost expired, “you should get some sleep.” How could she ever sleep again? Knowing that she’s responsible for his death. A small smile crept onto her face, hearing his voice saying, that it was his decision and it had nothing to do with her. But Rebekah knew the truth and it was her fault and she hated herself for being his nightmare. “No”, she whispered, still holding on to the paper, “I…”, she swallowed down the sentence. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she tossed the paper away and stood up, grabbing all these envelopes from the table and walking towards the front door. “Miss, where are you going?”, Rufus called and tried to catch up, knowing that nothing could stop a Rebekah McKenzie if she had made plans. “Revenge”, she said in a cold tone, pulling on her robe and disappearing into the night.

Jezebel’s name was written on the first envelope, that she held between her cold fingers as she opened it from one side. It was one line that broke her heart immediately. Her letter said, “It tears me apart knowing that you loved him all along without even knowing yourself.” And it went on like this with all these letters. Even Tate sent one, saying he was sorry for her loss. He’s been never the emotional kind of man, but she knew he really felt bad for her. Opening one letter after another, wiping away all the tears that followed each new envelope, the moon was on the middle of it’s way when Rebekah reached the Forbidden Forest, the place that was her home for so many years. She hasn’t been her for months, avoiding that place more than ever, because after it all went down these woods reminded her about too many things. She thought about all the times Zacharias and her were playing hide and seek and it made her laugh and cry at the same time. And it made her think of all these people she’s tortured and killed. She’s been a bitch to mostly everyone she knew and she hated to be confronted with that. Zacharias was the only one who admired even her bad side. Rebekah shook off the thought of it and continued to make her way through the forest, looking for the entrance to her secret home, that she’s spent so much time in. As she reached the steps, she turned around to see if someone followed her and went down, pulling out her wand to unlock the door and to ignite the fire as she went it. This room held so many things, so many memories, it flushed all over her as she turned her head to gaze around. Webs covered most things, but it was still all in place just like she left it. This room contained all of her most important things and memories. Spending a lot of nights outside the dorm and inside these walls, she felt sadness come upon her. Walking throughout the room, stroking her hand along her stuff, she closed her eyes for a second to think about what to do, how to find the person who killed him.

Opening the boards as she walked over, she looked through all the potions left, trying to find some that might be useful for her. Between parts of dead animals, useless brews and books, she found her stash of memories, that she thought were important to keep. Looking at the tags, she found one with Zacharias’ name on it. Looking over to the pensieve, she thought about pouring it into the bowl. Rebekah was always that kind of girl who loved to torture herself, not just others. In that moment, she felt so numb already and wanted to drown herself in a happy memory, a moment of pure happiness. Standing up again, she poured in the blue liquid and watched it swirl around, creating nice colours and structures inside the bowl. Taking a deep breath, Rebekah moved her head inside the water and sunk into the memory, that she decided to keep a few years ago. She saw herself, in the common room, next to Zacharias. Laughter was filling up the air, the smell of fire and alcohol as well. The next picture is how the friends got up and ran into the Forest, ending up in this room, sitting down to the couch next to the fire. Tears were running down her cheeks, as she swung her legs around Zacharias. As she wiped away her tears, she said “this is probably just my way to tell you that I love you and that I am so proud of what you are.” - “I love you, too”, Zach said. The next sequence, her head buried in his neck. “I would never want you to get hurt, Zach. I would go mad, I’d kill every single person that touches you”, “You’ll be there for me, won’t you?”, “always and forever”, she said, cupping his face, before he told her again, that he loved her. Pulling out her head from the water, she just stared into the darkness for a few seconds, “always and forever”, she whispered, before she started to sob uncontrollably. Letting herself drop to the ground again as her knees became weak, she moved her hands up to her face. “Why?”, she cried out loud, remembering all the little details about the night she just saw and realising once again, that she failed. She did not keep him save, she was not there for him and she couldn’t move. Staring at the fire inside of his small room, she froze and stayed liked this for minutes, or hours, she wouldn’t know. She lost all kind of senses and looked up, when she heard a noise from outside. Standing up rather quickly, she grabbed her wand and went to the other side of the room. Hearing footsteps in front of the door, she hid behind the door, holding up her wand as she heard, how the noise was becoming louder.

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Within the time span of only a few short months, so many things had changed. Dumbledore was dead. Even in Zach’s dreams, he relives the moment. There’s a saying that goes ‘you never forget the face of the first person you kill’ and Zach is a firm believer.

It plays like a jagged film in hash cuts. He followed Rebekah up the astronomy tower, he pulled Draco Malfoy aside. He stood there in front of the old man, wand shakily pointed. In a great big flash of blue light, Albus Dumbledore falls over the Astronomy Tower with grace and all hell breaks loose. That’s when it all changes. There’s another saying that goes ‘a piece of you that dies with every human you murder.’ Zach cannot explain the feeling of emptiness he feels deep within his heart, a piece chipped off, missing, murdered. Zach followed Rebekah out of the Tower and back into Hogwarts. She turned him quickly, grabbing him by his robes.

“I will protect you with my life,” she told him, hushed but harsh. Her eyes were wide, looking feverish, an indication she was not only serious but telling the truth. Rebekah would protect Zach with her life. Their relationship was always about protecting each other. He nodded at her, feeling terrified deep within his bones. He gripped her wrists, hard, staring into her eyes. Somehow, he knew that would be the last time they would see each other. It was war now.

And then played back the faces of Vannah, Charlotte, and Jezebel. The details of them were all on fast forward. Writing his letter to Jezebel, saying goodbye, telling her he was sorry that he could never love her the way she wanted him to. Meeting Vannah in the Forbidden Forest to warn her about Adrian Pucey, Vannah using his wand intimately. But they’re all behind him now.

Zach had fled Hogwarts in the search of a brother. There’s a chance that the file Adrian Pucey possessed was fake, a means to make him crack, but Zach was a Death Eater now and he had the mark to prove it. And whether or not Darren Smith really did exist, Zach apparated to Italy and came home empty-handed. The boy in the urban Italian cafe was not his brother and the Order attacked. They blew the place apart and Zach barely made it out alive enough to apparate. But that, Zach thought, didn’t really matter. At least not anymore. What mattered then was the next following day, there in the Prophet, they declared him dead. Well, good riddance then. In order to get around, Zach used charms to disguise himself and various potions. He was almost undetectable.

Was that the reason than that everything felt different? Colder? Only three months and Zach felt as if he aged years. Was there any more meaning to life? The question flickers in and out of Zach’s thoughts, and he hums, staring pensively out the window of the train. It was nearing December and winter was starting to settle in. Everything was dying. Zach chuckled softly at the irony. He’d been on the run since Halloween. But now, he was returning to the one person he’d feel at home. She was, in a way, his home, too. And it felt all too surreal.

It takes him all day to travel to her parent’s house. He hadn’t been there since the beginning of the school year over the summer break. It was nice being here, Zach remembered. During the hot summers, they’d sneak outside, running through the field, light fires and whisper amongst the stalks. She was his first kiss in those fields, long before her relationship with Alex began.

Was she even there? He approached the front door, the wood creaking underneath his feet. He entered the property unarmed, wand stowed away in his coat. There was no need to use magic, no need to defend himself. Rebekah would never hurt him. The house was deathly quiet, but the scent of burning firewood was strong. Someone was there.

“Bekah,” he whispered out, hoping, aching that she was there. He could almost feel her, their internal pull trying to piece them together again. Zach dropped his bag to the floor, breathing in and closing his eyes, the weight being lifted off his shoulders. “It’s me.”

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Feeling the adrenaline pumping throughout her petite figure, Rebekah held on to her wand, preparing herself to kill whoever was coming down these stairs. No one knew she was there, no one even knew about this place, no one could lift the spell that was cast upon this wooden door, making this the safest place on earth. No one. No one but him, she thought. She's never been here with anyone else, because this was their place. But that was impossible, Rebekah knew it and shook the thought away. Whoever it that person was, was coming closer, grabbing the door knob. Freezing at the sound of it turning around, she took a deep breath and held it in, so that no one could hear her being inside. Rebekah knew it was impossible to open that door, so her muscles relaxed a little and she almost lowered her wand, when the door suddenly sprung open. "Bekah", she heard someone say, a voice that was too familiar, a voice that caused so much pain in the moment it reached her ears, "it's me."

Pulling her wand up again, she still kept herself in silence behind the door. This was a trap, it had to be. He was dead, Zacharias was dead, she just read it, it is all over the news, he got killed. As he took a few steps forward, Rebekah pushed herself against the door, closing it behind him, while her wand was pointed straight at his face. That face. He looked like Zach, like the person she loved the most. This was a trap. It must be a polyjuice potion, the Ministry knew about their relationship and now they're playing with her feelings to get information. "Who are you?", she whispered angrily, her wand shaking inside of her hand, while tears escaped her eyes, "Zacharias got killed. I dare you, show me your real face, or I will end you right now."

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These mornings were colder than usual, but the fire inside kept Rebekah warm and safe. Looking out of the window of her parents house, she saw the sun creating nice reflections on the fields that had, after winter passed them, no colours. She thought about how much she liked walking these grounds back then and her heart ached, because so much has changed after Dumbledore's death. Taking a sip from her coffee, Rebekah looked at all the unopened letters in front of her, torn between smiling and feeling bad for not making an effort to open them. She scrammed through the pile and saw Draco's name written on two of them, four of them were written by Alexander, one by Tate. The stamp on top of the envelope told her, that he was still in Russia, dealing with some stuff. Looking through her lashes, she scanned the mark on her left arm and kind of felt remorse for the past few months. After the curse of the necklace being broken, she just left it all behind. All the feelings, the good and bad ones, the memories, they all came back and tore her apart. Thinking about all the things she's done to people she loved and cared about broke her into pieces. So she decided to leave and to never come back, because people were better of without her. In that moment she thought about that special person and wiped away the red lipstick, that marked her cup. Every single day passing by, not hearing the slightest thing from her best friend, made it even worse. Somehow that was the reason that she didn't open all these letters. She was so scared to find a word about him, about what might have happened that she just left them unread. Thinking about that night, when the sky became dark, the air became cold, she remembers standing on the edge of the grounds, looking up to the tower where it was all going down. And when Dumbledore fell all death eaters disappeared immediately. She tried to look for him, tried to find him to tell him that it was all going to be alright, but he was gone too. Months have passed and there was no sign of him being anywhere, no sign that he was either alive or dead. Rebekah tried her best to find him, but no one knew where he was and not that she gave up, but maybe he doesn’t want to be found. With every morning that passed she was scared to find the answer to all those questions.

Taking another sip from her coffee as she was drowning in thoughts, the elf came in, holding another pile of new envelopes. "Don't. "I don't want..", she said and stopped, looking at the amount of letters. "They are your friends and it seems to be urgent", Rufus said, holding about fifteen letters inside of his hands. As the house elf tossed them into her lap, she noticed him looking at the Daily Prophet and it woke her interest. Rufus' eyes widened, before he quickly began to fold the papers inside of his hands. "Give me that", she commanded and pointed to the Daily Prophet, that he was hiding behind his back, "why are you hiding it from me?" Rebekah became suspicious, stood up and took a few steps forward, as he was taking a few steps back, "Rufus, I dare you." The little elf seemed lost, not sure wether to give her the papers she was longing for, or to throw them into the oven. "Miss, you don't want to see the news", he said softly, "boring things only, nothing special." Rebekah's eyes became smaller, focused on whatever he was saying, "Rufus, don't make me hurt you", she said and jumped towards him. He disappeared to the other side of the kitchen. Pointing up the wand, she began "Aavada", but then he reached out his hand, "ok, ok", he said and looked down, "promise me to not make something stupid", he said and helped her up, handing over the papers as he looked down.

And in that moment she knew. If he had to tell her not to do something stupid, it could only mean one thing and that would explain all these letters. Tears shot into her brown eyes, as she thought about not opening these pages. But then she did and froze, when she saw the headline. It felt like hundreds of needles pinching into her heart, it felt like knives stabbing her in the back. Her breath became irregular, heavier, uncontrolled. All she could hear was the blood pumping through her veins, humming inside of her ears. She lost all sense of surrounding and let herself drop to the ground. Stroking her thumb across the page, all these tears inside her eyes escaped, ran along her cheeks and fell onto her shirt, quickly soaking it all in. More and more tears followed. The title said: "Smith found dead." Minutes passed and it felt like a lifetime, that she was staring at this moving picture of his face. His beautiful soft and loving face, that she often just stared at. The pain became more and more and maybe right in this moment she knew. In that moment she knew that it was her fault. All of it. He would still be alive, if he had never met her. And in that second this film inside of her head began, forming the past six years with him at her side. How she laid her eyes on him for the first time when he got sorted. How he was brave enough to talk to her, when everyone else told him not to. All the laughs, the small moments of pure happiness. How he made her a better person. A piece of herself died along with him just in that moment. "Leave", she whispered to Rufus, who turned around and disappeared. She continued to scan the picture of his face. Seconds, minutes and hours passed. "Miss", she heard someone say in the silence. Spinning around, she looked at Rufus' face, the sun has already set and the fire almost expired, "you should get some sleep." How could she ever sleep again? Knowing that she's responsible for his death. A small smile crept onto her face, hearing his voice saying, that it was his decision and it had nothing to do with her. But Rebekah knew the truth and it was her fault and she hated herself for being his nightmare. "No", she whispered, still holding on to the paper, "I...", she swallowed down the sentence. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she tossed the paper away and stood up, grabbing all these envelopes from the table and walking towards the front door. "Miss, where are you going?", Rufus called and tried to catch up, knowing that nothing could stop a Rebekah McKenzie if she had made plans. "Revenge", she said in a cold tone, pulling on her robe and disappearing into the night.

Jezebel’s name was written on the first envelope, that she held between her cold fingers as she opened it from one side. It was one line that broke her heart immediately. Her letter said, "It tears me apart knowing that you loved him all along without even knowing yourself." And it went on like this with all these letters. Even Tate sent one, saying he was sorry for her loss. He's been never the emotional kind of man, but she knew he really felt bad for her. Opening one letter after another, wiping away all the tears that followed each new envelope, the moon was on the middle of it's way when Rebekah reached the Forbidden Forest, the place that was her home for so many years. She hasn't been her for months, avoiding that place more than ever, because after it all went down these woods reminded her about too many things. She thought about all the times Zacharias and her were playing hide and seek and it made her laugh and cry at the same time. And it made her think of all these people she's tortured and killed. She's been a bitch to mostly everyone she knew and she hated to be confronted with that. Zacharias was the only one who admired even her bad side. Rebekah shook off the thought of it and continued to make her way through the forest, looking for the entrance to her secret home, that she's spent so much time in. As she reached the steps, she turned around to see if someone followed her and went down, pulling out her wand to unlock the door and to ignite the fire as she went it. This room held so many things, so many memories, it flushed all over her as she turned her head to gaze around. Webs covered most things, but it was still all in place just like she left it. This room contained all of her most important things and memories. Spending a lot of nights outside the dorm and inside these walls, she felt sadness come upon her. Walking throughout the room, stroking her hand along her stuff, she closed her eyes for a second to think about what to do, how to find the person who killed him.

Opening the boards as she walked over, she looked through all the potions left, trying to find some that might be useful for her. Between parts of dead animals, useless brews and books, she found her stash of memories, that she thought were important to keep. Looking at the tags, she found one with Zacharias' name on it. Looking over to the pensieve, she thought about pouring it into the bowl. Rebekah was always that kind of girl who loved to torture herself, not just others. In that moment, she felt so numb already and wanted to drown herself in a happy memory, a moment of pure happiness. Standing up again, she poured in the blue liquid and watched it swirl around, creating nice colours and structures inside the bowl. Taking a deep breath, Rebekah moved her head inside the water and sunk into the memory, that she decided to keep a few years ago. She saw herself, in the common room, next to Zacharias. Laughter was filling up the air, the smell of fire and alcohol as well. The next picture is how the friends got up and ran into the Forest, ending up in this room, sitting down to the couch next to the fire. Tears were running down her cheeks, as she swung her legs around Zacharias. As she wiped away her tears, she said "this is probably just my way to tell you that I love you and that I am so proud of what you are." - "I love you, too", Zach said. The next sequence, her head buried in his neck. "I would never want you to get hurt, Zach. I would go mad, I'd kill every single person that touches you", "You'll be there for me, won't you?", "always and forever", she said, cupping his face, before he told her again, that he loved her. Pulling out her head from the water, she just stared into the darkness for a few seconds, “always and forever”, she whispered, before she started to sob uncontrollably. Letting herself drop to the ground again as her knees became weak, she moved her hands up to her face. "Why?", she cried out loud, remembering all the little details about the night she just saw and realising once again, that she failed. She did not keep him save, she was not there for him and she couldn't move. Staring at the fire inside of his small room, she froze and stayed liked this for minutes, or hours, she wouldn't know. She lost all kind of senses and looked up, when she heard a noise from outside. Standing up rather quickly, she grabbed her wand and went to the other side of the room. Hearing footsteps in front of the door, she hid behind the door, holding up her wand as she heard, how the noise was becoming louder.

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Fall was coming and for most students it meant nothing special. It meant a soft sun that warms up your body with light sun rays, it meant beautiful colours everywhere. Leaves falling down from the nearby trees, tinting the yards of Howarts into a warming red and brown. It meant the excitement to get back into the castle to warm up with a cup of hot chocolate or to take a warm shower and snuggle into your warm clothes. At least that is how fall is by day and yes, most students liked the imagination, because it gave them a certain security. Since the new year started it has been strange, pressure was lingering all around them and it almost seemed as if the trust disappeared. Some students didn't even return to Hogwarts because of the upcoming war and Rebekah couldn't figure out if it was a good thing or a bad one. The thing she knew was that she didn't want to run anymore, she didn't want to escape her fate and she wanted to be brave and courageous enough to face the danger. But not everyone was seeking the danger and it was nice, because after dawn the grounds belonged to the darkness. Tonight was different though and it was vivid, the dark clouds hanging above the castle, almost creating a thousand pounds on all students shoulders. Stepping outside that night, the cold air hit against her face, tinting her cheeks in a soft pink. Hair blowing around her face, Rebekah closed her cloak tighter around her petite figure. The cold never bothered her, she liked the feeling of her own flesh being cold and soft against her touch. Closing the big wooden door behind her, she began to take light steps down the staircase, feeling the mud underneath her shoes as soon as she began to walk over the grass. Taking deep breaths, the cold air was aching in her lungs, but still it felt nice. Without even intending on, her feet dragged her to the entrance of the Forbidden Forest, as usual and she didn't mind. Looking forward for a walk through the thick woods, she was hoping to find a small adventure, something that was igniting the fire inside of her, something that made her feel again, because since she's wearing the necklace it is as if all emotions were shut down and her instincts took over. Once she managed to let her emotions come true when she broke up with Alex, but she had to pay for it and the wound underneath the silver necklace was still visible, healing slower than expected. Since then it was as if she was numb, not feeling a single thing that could be seen as negative.

As her light steps approached the gate, she already inhaled the soothing scent of the forest lying ahead of her. It was a familiar smell that Rebekah cherished a lot and it always felt like home returning into the darkness. Running her thin fingers along the silver gate of the Forbidden Forest, a small smile crept onto her face, making her head turn around to look at the castle one more time, checking if someone was following her. Hogwarts looked as peaceful as always, the lights shining in the dark night, creating nice reflections on the surface of the Black Lake. Surrounding the cold silver with her hand, she pushed it open and stepped onto the dirt, closing the gate right behind her. Although she didn't mind making noises, she did all her actions quietly, as if she was driven by her instinct to survive. But who should be in the Forbidden Forest at that time? Creatures of the night and she was one of them, so there was nothing to fear. Pulling up the hood of the cloak, she began to walk throughout the forest, stepping across wood branches and roots. The air was nice and Rebekah welcomed the silence, but somehow she heard her own blood running through her ears, her adrenaline shooting into all limbs. It was even unusual for her, being ready to attack without having a reason yet, but she felt as if she wasn't alone, as if something was watching her. Not that she was scared, but she was curious what it might be. Shrugging off the thought of it, because it didn't matter and she didn't care if someone or something was surrounding her, she continued to walk to a small clearing, standing in the middle of it as she let her shoulders drop, inhaling deeply to fill up her lungs with the fresh and cold air.

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Her thoughts were trailing off, somewhere far away into a better world, into a place that was more home than the bricks that were surrounding her lately. It was horrible to think about it like that, but wearing that necklace meant losing the things people might cherish about her. The kindness she has for some, the humor and her ability to always think positive. Most of the times it was gone just as the sun by night and she was almost scared that there were two personalities inside of her, because sometimes there was still the old person inside, the one that manages to creep back when the necklace tries to rest, but for how long could Rebekah fight against it? There was no answer to such question, because she didn't know. She already tried to pull it off without any success and it worried her a little, but whenever she worries about stuff it happens, just like in that moment. The feeling has been pushed away by a different one, a feeling that the necklace wants her to feel, no matter if she wants it or not. Closing her eyes as she tried to concentrate to hold her power, she saw his eyes in the darkness. Jaymee's eyes as she killed him, as the light inside of his orbs expired forever. Biting her lip she was aware of the fact that the necklace knew how to break her and the harder she tried, the more she remembered. Just like the encounter with Mister Grey, how he ended up dead as well. All those flashbacks were mixed with the hunting of Jennifer Silmings, how Rebekah was running after her throughout the castle, how her wand was casting spells into her direction. Rebekah tried to forget, she didn't want to hear about the bad blood anymore, she didn't want to hear anyone talking about it again, but the necklace kept pushing those memories back into her mind and she had to face those memories, but since her last death she tried to be a better person, she really did because she didn't know how to explain things. But all of her thoughts seem to be vanishing within a small amount of time, hearing a noise behind her.

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Turning around with a quick move, she tilted her head, the brunette locks falling to her side, the wind breezing right through her hair. Grabbing her wand tightly, she felt the adrenaline pumping through her veins, making her feel dizzy out of all sudden. Managing to keep herself steady, she kept peering between the thick woods, being sure that she is not alone anymore. Closing her eyes as if the necklace demanded it, it was all gone, her emotions, her thoughts and her humanity. It turned her into a predator, the killer she never wanted to be again but she was feeling it, it was begging her to give in, begging her to see who it was, begging to see the light expiring one more time. Rebekah didn't want to but out of all sudden her legs began to move into the direction the noise was coming from and no matter how hard she tried, she was just an empty corpse to the black magic that has been taken over her body and there was no other way than giving in. Feeling her dark mark pulsating, she heard a small squeak from behind the trees and she knew it was a student. Inside she was begging that it was someone she didn't know, because thinking about the possibly that it might be someone she loves was killing her even more. It was bad enough already, but it could always be worse. Lifting her wand, she pointed it into the direction and shot a spell, the branch catching fire rather quickly and tinting the darkness into a dimmed warm light. The figure in front of her was frozen, leaned against one of the trees that was supposed to save her. The blonde hair was falling down her shoulders, Rebekah could've bet that she saw her body shaking from the distance. Looking up into the girl's eyes, she saw blue orbs peering back at her, eyes filled with tears that were begging her to leave her alone. But that was the problem, the more she was scared and frightened, the better for the necklace, because that was the emotion it was feeding from and Rebekah knew that this would take a bad end.

She tried to focus on her inner self, hoping that she could get through the gates of the necklace, but it was harder than expected. Feeling the itching pain against her skin again, she knew that it was burning like acid into her skin. It was a familiar feeling lately, thinking about the last time it happened when she broke up with Alexander. This time she wanted to give her best not to kill anyone, she wanted to push it further, she wanted to break through again to warn her, because the girl in front of her seemed to be loose herself. "R..", she began, a sound of pain escaping her voice as the blood was running down her chest, the air filling with a burnt sent. Rebekah needed to try harder, she needed to get her away from this castle, "run", she managed to get out and right in that moment she had to throw up. Falling against a tree, she tasted far too much iron somehow and raising her hand it was becoming reality, her hand covered in blood. Closing her eyes as she took a deep breath, it was all gone. She felt herself surrounded by nothing, there was no pain or fear, the only thing she was craving for was blood, but not her own. Opening her eyes again, her orbs followed the blonde girl into the darkness and without hesitation, her body followed her into the night. The necklace took over and she was scared that it was making her do something she didn't want to do, that she would become the killer again, the person she didn't want to be anymore, but it was too late and she knew it, it was too late and tonight, it would be another one on her long list.

Song: "The Kill" - 30 Seconds To Mars

The blonde girl began to run into the castle's direction and even in the dark, Rebekah's eyes spottet her through the branches. But she kept running after her, pointing out her small figure in the dark whenever she raised her wand to shoot a spell. Constantly missing her target, the spells crashed against the trees, making them burn within seconds. Rebekah felt the heat surrounding her, she felt the heat against her skin and she loved it as much as the cold that was softly caressing her skin most of the times. But the fire gave her a different feeling, the fire reminded her about death, about love, about Zacharias and she enjoyed every moment thinking about him, feeling closer to him. Shaking her head lightly to get her best friend out of her head, Rebekah tried to pick up pace, to be faster than her victim, although in the end Rebekah knew that she would always be faster. And there he was again, Zacharias, like a flash back running in front of her. Her heart was pumping more blood throughout her system, her heart banging against her chest and the necklace began to hurt, although it took over. It should have been satisfied, but somehow the necklace sensed the pain inside of her chest whenever she thought about him. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, a mixture of the natural wooden smell mixed with fire. Running even faster now, she opened her eyes and shot another spell, a spell that finally hit the petite blonde in front of her.

The girl fell into the mud, screaming loudly as her head hit against a rock. Laughing a little, Rebekah stopped running and began to walk towards her, knowing she'd won the game. "Has no one ever told you that the Forbidden Forest is a dangerous place?", she asked, her voice filled with a lower tone. The girl didn't answer, she was scared and cried silently, "well, I thought that", Rebekah broke the silence and leaned against a tree. "You can be glad that I was the one that found you", she said and nodded, "there are horrible creatures out there, some would have eaten you up alive", Rebekah whispered, the words rolling down her tongue like sugar, her lips forming into a small smirk, "but you're save with me", she spoke softly. The necklace seemed to be satisfied, it was pulsating against her skin, like small electric shocks, shocks that made her cringe inside, but in a very positive way. Rebekah began to laugh brightly, "just joking", she said brightly and stepped forward, lifting her wand towards the small girl, "you know what's happening next", the Slytherin girl said and smiled, "I wish I could tell you that I am sorry, but", she said and rolled eyes, "I am not. I might leave your parents a card though", she said and chuckled, biting her lips as she raised her wand a bit further. Silence. It took over both of them, even the crying stopped, because she knew that she was facing the death by now and Rebekah quite liked it, it was giving her the power she always wanted, the power she always sought for. "Avada Kedavra", she whispered, looking into the girl's eyes as the light expired forever.

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Hearing the vulnerability in Rebekah’s voice made Jason want to hug her close, tell her everything was going to be ok but he couldn’t. Because he didn’t know if they would be. All his life, he’d been preparing for a war without even realizing it and for the first time in his 16 years, he was afraid. He leaned into her touch and turned his head to kiss her palm before looking into her eyes. “You don’t have to thank me, Beks, it was the least I could do. I will admit I was a scared to bump into you that night but I don’t know, you threw me off guard with just how nice you were. You weren’t like what everyone expected Slytherin’s to be and it was nice to have you on my side. I just wish there was something I could do to show you how important you are to me. How important you will always be.” He said, biting his lip as he lay his head on the pillow.

"Correction, Beks, he hates me. He’s terrified of your family. Swears that you guys are Death Eaters and forbade me to see you anymore. I’m pretty sure if you showed up on his doorstep, he’d tell you whatever you wanted to know." Jason said, laughing as he ran a hand through his hair. "I give you permission to use force because that man is a arsehole and deserves everything he’s got coming to him." He stated, balling his hands into fists as he thought about all the trouble his father had caused him by cursing that necklace. "He cost me so much. Caused me to act like nothing mattered. I cheated on my girlfriend, I kissed you, I tormented first years. That’s not me. I don’t do any of that and yet he made it so simple for me to become that guy. And all because he hated the fact that I wasn’t a girl." His confession might initially be weird to most people, he knew Beks would understand and wouldn’t judge him for it. He felt a weight on his stomach and could feel the necklace’s power and he stared at it hanging from around her neck, the silent jewel calling for him to reach out and grab it, to reach out and become that guy again. The guy who could have have any girl he wanted. The reckless guy with no regard to who he hurt. He reached out and tried to touch it but instantly pulled back as his fingertips burnt.

"I always thought you were hot." He teased, before shaking his head at her words. "Beks, stop apologizing. I don’t mind sharing my bed because 1) you’re my best friend, 2) I’m lonely as well, and 3) you’re hot and it gives me something to tell the gents later." He laughed, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "Trust me, dear, if I didn’t want you here, you’d already be headed back to your dorm. Besides, its not everyday I get to share my bed with Rebekah McKenzie. That’s something to brag about." He blushed, realizing how that sounded. "Well, I mean, not like that of course but you know. Best friend stuff and all." He laughed, his fingers trailing over her skin. He knew how he felt about her and it was ok if she didn’t feel the same because he knew she loved Alex and probably always would but right now, she was here with him. She chose to come to him and not her boyfriend and he was going to take advantage of the situation. When the words slipped from his mouth, he froze, his fingers resting against her hip. "I mean…" He started, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean just that." He whispered, scooting closer to her as their eyes locked on each other. Even if she flat out rejected him and told him he was being silly, he’d still love her. He’d still be holding out hope that one day, she’d feel the same. "I’m sorry for springing this all on you. I’m probably the worst person to share a bed with huh?"

Jason didn’t know what to do when Rebekah fell silent, his mind almost certain that he’d screwed up their friendship. He hadn’t wanted to say it so suddenly, he’d had a speech prepare and it was going to be romantic and maybe, just maybe she’d agree to something but this wasn’t what he wanted. He’d driven her to silence and as he wrung his fingers together, he tried to think about what life would be like without her in it. But then her hands were on his neck and he was being dragged down to her, and they were kissing and it felt different this time. It felt right, like they were made for each other. He wrapped his arms around her as best he could and let out a small whimper before deepening the kiss, his hands coming up to tangle in her hair. “Merlin, Beks. You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, his head falling back as her lips connected to his neck. She was grinding against him and he did the only natural thing he could do and he ground back, a loud moan escaping from him as her hands grazed his already trembling body. She wasn’t doing hardly anything sexual yet and he was coming unglued underneath her. He felt himself getting harder with each touch from her soft fingers and he mewled, his body reacting to each touch. His body was on fire, the butterflies in his stomach were fluttering like mad, and suddenly he felt a huge surge of newfound energy, whether it was from the necklace or from his own want for her, he didn’t know but suddenly she was underneath him, his body straddling hers as he connected their lips together, his tongue licking along her bottom lip, begging for entrance.

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Rebekah has never imagined to have such a soft and soothing moment, while she would wear the necklace, but right now was one of the best moments and she was thankful for every second she had in happiness. Looking into Jason's eyes made it all better, as if he was an anchor that pulled her back into reality. Curiously watching his lips as he spoke, she felt his head turning to the side, kissing the inside of her hand, the hand that was resting against his cheek, softly caressing what was underneath. Feeling herself blush a little, Rebekah smiled sweetly. "Don't turn yourself down, Jason", she began and tried to be a bit more serious, "you are different compared to all the others inside of this castle." It was a thing she always thought about, when she thought about him. "You are pure", she whispered softly, "you always see the best in people, because you want to, because you believe that evil can only exist because of the good. I was nice to you because I felt it, I felt that there was something I could not explain and I was curious", she whispered as her features softened, "and I thought you were cute" she added and laughed, her fingers pinching his cheek. Swallowing down, she watched as he laid his head next to hers. "You don't have to", she said and took a deep breath, "you already did." It was basically all he did, just being with her inside of this bed, not pushing her away, no matter what happened, he was the one that would always be there for her and she knew it, she knew it in the bottom of her heart, that he would be the one that would stay, although there was some part inside of her that had her doubts, because of her past, because of what she is.

As he corrected her, her mouth closed and she felt herself becoming a bit more stiff, as if she fell into a shock. How could he talk about this without feeling awkward? How could he talk about this with a laugh on his lips? Rebekah could have sworn that he might have had some suspicions at some point, but now it sounded as if he believed it was true and it didn't even matter to him. After he finished, she just looked at him, her mind running in circles. "He forbade you to see me?", she asked, her voice quiet and insecure, as if it turned her sad. Thinking about how it would have been if he did what his father wanted, she shivered, because she could not imagine a life without her best friend anymore. When she felt him becoming angry, while he was telling her all that stuff, it was as if it caught her back into the presence. Her hand was now cupping his face, as if she was trying to hold him together. "I know that you are not that guy", she whispered, "it's not your fault." Watching as his fingers moved closer to her necklace, she froze, not sure what to do. When it burnt his finger, she was almost sad that he wasn't able to grab it and pull it down, but that was the plan from the beginning and it was something she had to live with. "I will kick his ass", she concluded, "I will kick his ass and he will tell me how to break it and then I will give him a speech about his stupidity. I will tell him that he has a wonderful son, a boy that is kind and loyal, that looks out for others instead of looking out for himself, someone that would drop everything to be there for his friends, someone that I will always take care off, a boy that I will always protect, no matter what", she said and smiled, 'no matter what I am' would have been better in that situation, but she didn't want to start this topic now, not now. She then looked into his brown orbs, "someone that luckily has a penis which I am really thankful for", she added as a joke and laughed.

"Oh, you did?", she said out laughing, her cheeks blushing a bit, "wow, reason one and two are accepted, but lets talk about reason three again", she said, her voice a bit higher than usual, "there are only two possibilities if you tell it to your friends", she said and looked serious, "option a: they will turn your back on you, because they are scared, option b: they will bow down and kiss your feet, because you being with me means that you have to be a bad ass inside", she giggled, thinking about it. "Probably option b, because they have to think you are very brave to be with me inside of the same bed." Still laughing at what he said, she was more than happy to be with him in that moment, because at least for a while she could be happy. "Best friends stuff and all", she repeated, shaking her head a little, "so, stroking my skin while I am lying half naked next to you counts to 'best friends stuff and all'?", she teased him, biting her lip as he moved his fingertips along her skin, "I'm curious what your friends will say to that", she added and grinned a little. When the l-word slipped out of his mouth, she saw him freezing as well, his fingers stopping at her hip and she got a bit nervous. "You mean?", she tried to help, because she saw that he was nervous when he started to rub the back of his head, but then when he returned the look, it was as if a switch was turned around. He moved closer towards her, 'I mean just that', was all he said and she was kind of speechless. When he began to speak again, asking if he was the worst person to sleep in the same bed with, she placed her index finger on his lips, "you are the best person to share a bed with", was all she could say and she meant it, she wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now.

Being a bit scared when she pulled him down, her muscles began to shake a little. Not because she thought that it might be wrong, but more because she was scared that he didn't want her like that now, but she needed to do this. She's been thinking about it for a while now, she's always had the wish to be closer to him, to feel him like that, but she wanted to protect him and kissing him is the most selfish thing she's ever done, but it was burning inside of her. When Rebekah felt that there was no need to be scared, she relaxed a little, though her legs were still shaking. Feeling his hands around her, made her breath a bit harder, feeling his warmth all around her. Hearing him whimpering into the kiss made her smile, knowing that this was a good sign, that he wanted this a lot, but not just the whimper had shown her this. He deepened the kiss, moving his hand into her hair, softly grabbing it while his lips were moving against hers, while her mouth was gently sucking on his bottom lip. When he pulled away for a moment, she was almost sad that his lips were gone already, but then she just grinned at him, kissing him as he finished, her lips trailing off along his jaw. Planting soft but still yearning kisses against his skin, she moved further along his cheek, her lips ghosting along his skin until she reached his neck. Moving her mouth along his flesh with a certain pressure, her breathing became faster, her hand in his neck still holding on to him. Moving her hand up a bit, she moved it into his hair, before she made her way back to his lips again. Feeling how he ground himself against her in return, she swung her leg around him, his moan filling the air around him. The sound he just made would be stuck inside of her head for the rest of her life, it came close to angels singing somehow. "Do it again", she whispered, hoping she would get to hear it over and over, like a melody, but she figured that she might have to work for it. Trailing her hands all over his chest, she tried to move even closer, but it wasn't even possible, she was so close to him.

Before she could even react, Rebekah found herself underneath him with such a quick and smooth motion that she thought she was dreaming for a second. Jason found his way back to her lips within seconds, as if he had never left, as if her lips where the only thing visible in the dark. Moving her hands along his arms up to his neck, Rebekah swung both of her legs around him, pulling him closer towards her, feeling him being pressed against her small body, feeling all of his warmth against parts of her naked skin, wherever her nightgown didn't cover it and a moan escaped her lips. Feeling his tongue along her bottom lip made her open her mouth within no matter of time, her hands moving into his neck to keep him close, making sure that he could not run away tonight. Her tongue was swirling around his, his taste so sweet, so sweet that she felt a bit dizzy. Moving one hand a bit further to his face to hold on to him, she placed her thumb on his cheek, softly moving it in circles, while the rest of her hand was settled behind his ear, softly stroking every pieces that she could get underneath her fingertips. She's never believed that this would happen, that she would find herself in this bed with this boy, but now it did and she didn't mind, but her thoughts were revolving, imaginations of him flashing through her brain, images that drove her wild and his scent wasn't helping with that. She couldn't even describe it, it was sweet, but yet masculine. Deepening the kiss as she thought about him being naked, her tongue was fighting for dominance, even though she believed that she wasn't as strong as Jason. Right now being in his arms, she felt so small, so small and fragile and she was wondering how that was even possible. Biting on his bottom lip gently, Rebekah moved her hands from his neck further down along his chest, going deeper until she reached the end of his shirt. Playing with the fabric for a while, she began to pull it up towards her, stroking his skin with every new motion. As it almost reached his neck, she stopped and pulled away her lips for a little, "you won't need this." Smirking up at him, she was wondering what was going on inside of his head right now, his orbs were shining brightly, but there was something else, a look she's never really seen, as if a fire was burning inside of him and she planted a few sweet kisses on his lips waiting for his reaction.

Where does your character live:

When Rebekah doesn't live at Hogwarts, she lives in a small house in a part of London called Kingston. It's in a nice place, there are a lot of similar houses, nice people that don't question a lot of things and mind their own business.

Why did they choose it, and how did they acquire it:

Rebekah's parents bought the house before she was born and so she couldn't choose it, but if she had to choose it would have been that house, because in her eyes it's perfect.

How do they handle intruders:

Depending on who it is, Rebekah is very suspicious and would question a lot, seeing if there are any holes in the story, before she would deal with it.

Describe the space:

The outside of the house is made out of darker bricks. You can see that the house is a bit older, the stones look used and there are some plants growing up along the sides of the house. There is no real garden, most plants have been used because of their ability not to die that easily, so Rebekah doesn't have to take care of them at all.

When you step into the house, there is a long hall to the living room and on the sides there is the kitchen and the first bathroom. The furniture is rather modern and comfortable, there is a fire place in the room and a lot of books are set in the shelves. When you go upstairs there are two bedrooms, another bathroom and an office, the place her father spent the most time.

Going down, there was also a cellar, just as the room in the castle, with all the secret books, gadgets, potions and magical items. No one was allowed to go down there when people were visiting them, for a good reason. There was also Rebekah's snake hidden, the size would have scared people.

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