JAR OF HEARTS

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Cami didn’t know if she was going to regret this. She didn’t know if it was going to be a horrible idea. It probably was. But after months and months of being cooped up in Dorian’s apartment, she didn’t know how much more she could take. She didn’t want him to uproot his entire life to run away with her, but she had no means to go on her own either. She didn’t want him to get caught helping her, but that seemed inevitable. All that it would take was someone in his family deciding to visit him on a whim and them not expecting it. Simple as that. It was too easy to get caught and she didn’t think that she could let him take that risk indefinitely. She couldn’t continue to just be completely detrimental to his life. She cared about him, and that was strange enough for her to realize, but this was not a functional relationship. She was just dependent on him and that wasn’t going to get them anywhere. She had been trying to figure out what she could do to change that--had even tried to talk to YJ, her ex, but she didn’t know what she had expected from that conversation. They had barely talked since Hogwarts and she didn’t want to put him at risk either.

It had been hard to know what to do, what to expect, and then they had found out that the new Minister had let the Muggleborns go home. She hadn’t lifted the registration, it wasn’t over, but they were out of Kolna and back home, and the curfew was lifted. It was the biggest change toward normal that there’d been since the Ministry had been taken over, and it had made her wonder if it was time to go back home. If it was time to stop hiding, and stop putting Dorian at risk in the process. She didn’t know if there would be a punishment for running--there probably would be, but she thought that it just might be worth the risk. Maybe she wouldn’t get to go home yet, but at least there was a chance of it in the future. It had to be better than being cooped up in an apartment, and having a dependent relationship with someone that she wanted to be with in an actual healthy way. It was worth a shot. In her opinion, anyway. Yes, there were ways that it could go wrong, but there were far more problems with their current predicament.

She wasn’t going to do it behind Dorian’s back. She knew that wasn’t a good idea. With everything that he had done for her since he’d taken her in, she couldn’t throw that back in his face by just leaving and turning herself back in. She owed it to him to have a conversation about it. About the risks of her staying her, versus turning herself back in. She thought that it was obvious that conditions were improving, and that she would be better off going back to that than trying to continue to hide. She didn’t think that he was necessarily happy about her decision, but he wasn’t going to force her to stay here either. She knew that. And she thought that it was just for the best. It probably wouldn’t feel that way at first, but if conditions were getting better than she was better off being a part of that than being someone that was… still a fugitive. So it had been decided, that she was going to turn herself in. She was going to hope for the best. She thought… that it would be okay. Eventually.

But Gryffindor or not, walking into the Ministry was terrifying. She didn’t think that it would take anyone all that long for someone to realize that she wasn’t meant to be there--or that she was a Muggleborn, depending on how well they kept up with fugitives. She didn’t know if there were too many faces to just remember them on sight, but that was probably part of the job. And she had ended up being right anyway because it had been only moments before two aurors had accosted her, not all that gently, and started leading her in the direction of the department of magical law enforcement. She didn’t struggle--struggling was only going to get her into more trouble, but their grip on her arms was enough for her to know that there would be bruises later. They stopped at a door that clearly read: GRIFFITH YAXLEY, HEAD OF THE AURORS’ OFFICE, and knocked. Cami didn’t bother looking around any and she didn’t know if a Muggleborn turning themselves in was a common occurrence or if this was a rarity that would have already pulled everybody’s attention. She just focused on the door as one of the aurors pushed it open. “Mudblood here turning herself in, Griff.” It was the auror on the right that spoke as they brought her into the room.

Jar of Hearts

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Davina wanted to go to Paris, and Griff didn’t really know why. He didn’t think that it would hurt anything to go, and so he had said that they could. He just didn’t know if she had a reason, or if she just wanted to go for the sake of going. He thought that if it was the second one, she probably could have picked a different month to want to go in, and it would have been simpler, but if she had a reason then he thought that he apparently wasn’t really privy to it. He didn’t know what to do a lot of the time really. She was sad more than she wasn’t, and he didn’t know how to cheer her up. He didn’t know what to do to help. Because every time he tried to ask questions, or anything like that, she just got sadder, and he didn’t know if that was helping, or if it was just making it worse. Most of the time he thought that he just made her worse. And he didn’t mean to. He just had no idea what to do. And he didn’t really even know who to ask. There wasn’t anyone. He couldn’t go and ask Andromeda, because she didn’t know either. She didn’t know how to be on his side of this, when she was on the other side, and he didn’t know that he could go and ask Rodolphus. He didn’t know if there were really any answers… There was just learning to live with it, and manage the highs, and the lows. And he wasn’t particularly good at either. Because he thought that there was something even more wrong when there were highs. He thought that he was getting pretty used to the lows. But the highs… The highs were confusing. He didn’t know if they were real… How long they were going to last… He thought that he was always just prepared for them to come crashing down the moment that he opened his mouth and said something. He wasn’t trying to take her moments of happiness away from her or anything. He was just trying to be practical. He was trying to not spend money on things and buy extras of things that they already had. He didn’t know why it was happening. He didn’t understand. There was so much that he didn’t understand right now. And he wanted to. He wanted to understand. He wanted to help her. But he didn’t know how. He didn’t understand how she was so sad all of the time, when things were good? Maybe they weren’t perfect, but they were good. No one was hurt, or dying, or anything like that. No one was trying to hurt anyone that they loved. Things were good. They were good. And yet, she was just… Sad… And he knew that she had said that Andromeda had it too. That whatever it was that she had, PPD? Something like that. She had it too, but she wasn’t sad? Or she didn’t appear to be sad, all of the time. He didn’t know. He didn’t have enough information. All he had was the briefest little things that she had told him, and his own knowledge of PTSD. Which he didn’t think was the same thing. He was pretty sure that it wasn’t. Because this, whatever this was, that she was dealing with, it had to do with Ava. The baby had made whatever this was, a possibility. And Griff didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to fix it. He was helpless, and that bothered him more than just about anything else. He hated feeling helpless. He hated that. After years in a coma, and then months of therapy to be able to use his arms, and his legs. To learn to walk, and talk, and eat, and live again. Helpless was not something that Griff handled all that well. And he couldn’t complain. He couldn’t say that he was unsure, or that he didn’t know what to do. That he was struggling, because she was struggling. Because he had to be there for her. Because he didn’t want her to think that it was her fault. It wasn’t her fault. He was just… Frustrated. And it was frustration at not knowing what to do. At not knowing how to help. He just wanted to bloody help. The knock on his door had him looking up and he leveled his gaze on to the girl that they were holding between them. Woman. She wasn’t a girl, that much was plain to tell just by looking at her. “Oh? Not every day we get runaways willing to turn themselves in.” He nodded to the aurors that had brought her to him. “Thank you.” They were dismissed. He didn’t need them. “Sit.” It was not a suggestion, and he thought that if she knew what was good for her, she would.

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This was something that she had thought about for a while now. From the moment that she had heard that Muggleborns were allowed to leave their designated housing and go back home. The curfew had been lifted and they were all back in their homes. They still had their jobs, they still had their horrible wands, but they had their homes back… it was an improvement. It was something that was worth paying attention to, in her mind. She was on the wrong side of things, if everything was getting better. It wasn’t going to get better for her if she hid for the rest of her life. It wasn’t going to get better for Dorian if he always had to worry about her or worry about getting caught helping her. If things were changing, if things were getting better, then it made more sense to be on that side of things. That was just… logic. She thought that it was, anyway. It wasn’t an easy decision, but in the long run she thought that it was the right decision. She couldn’t hide forever. She couldn’t let Dorian hide her forever. She thought that she loved him. She was pretty sure that she did, actually.

That wasn’t a feeling that she was all that used to. Not for a long time. But she didn’t want whatever they had to be soured by the fact that she was relying on him to keep her safe. She didn’t think that was fair to him. And she didn’t think that it was going to do their relationship any good. They had to see what they were in a real, healthy relationship. If that was what he wanted, anyway. That meant that she couldn’t be a fugitive hiding in his apartment anymore. She had to do the right thing, for both of them. She just did. Whatever happened, she thought that it was for the best. She didn’t think that it was going to be easy. She knew that. She had run off, which meant that she was going to be in a fair amount of trouble. She didn’t know if that would include torture, or if they would just kill her and get it over with. She hoped for the former--for neither obviously, but certainly the former and not the latter. It wasn’t as if she wanted to die. This wasn’t a death wish. It was just the right thing to do.

Hiding wasn’t a solution. It was stressful. It meant that she could barely go outside unless Dorian took her somewhere far away--which was nice, but not always doable. He had work to deal with and she didn’t want him worrying that he was going to accidentally let something slip. She didn’t want to get caught and have him blame himself. She didn’t want him in that state of mind. This was easier. A calculated risk, but one that she thought might work out for the best, overall. She’d pay her dues. They could torture her all they wanted, do whatever they wanted. Eventually, maybe she’d be able to go home. Maybe she’d be awarded the same ‘privileges’ that the rest of the Muggleborns had. It would take time, but she had time. Hopefully. Unless he killed her today, then she supposed she wouldn’t have any time at all. There no way to know how this was going to pan out. She just knew that she had to cooperate and not appear to be a threat. She wasn’t a threat. She had no wand and she didn’t think there was a single auror in this office that she could take in a fight. She was scrappy, but not that scrappy.

So, she’d cooperated. They had led her here and she had let them. She hadn’t given them any reason to think that she was going to fight back. It hadn’t stopped their grips on her arms behind tight enough to certainly leave bruises, but she thought that that was the least of her concerns really. When the head auror spoke again, the men released her arms and left the room, letting the door close behind them. Cami didn’t think that it was a good idea to look this particular man in the eye, so she focused on the wall behind him and nodded. “Yes, m’lord.” It seemed smarter to acknowledge the order than not answer him at all, but she supposed she was a little rusty on the rules. She still headed over to the chair and sat down, her eyes then moving to stare at his desk rather than directly at him.

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Jar of

Hearts

Whatever his wife wanted, he thought that he would try and make it happen right now. Trying to figure out what it was that they were going to do about what was bothering her was starting to get to him too. He didn’t know what it was that was going to make the difference, but they were going to have to try something. He thought that he would be willing to try anything. He just wanted her to feel better, and he knew that it wasn’t that simple. He knew that there was no just fixing this. There was something wrong, and until she found some help with that, he didn’t know how to not make it worse. That was all that he seemed to be able to do most of the time. He hated making it worse, but that was what it felt like was happening most of the time. It was horrible, and he would do anything to change it. But here they were. And he didn’t have anywhere to turn for answers.

His mother didn’t have any. He had tried. And he couldn’t ask Andromeda. He knew that he couldn’t, because he watched her every day. He knew that she was struggling with her own demons. She couldn’t help him with Davina’s. He was going to have to figure this one out on his own, and if that meant that they were figuring out how to get to Paris. Then they were going to Paris. He could do that. He could make that choice, and get there, and he thought that just putting in the effort was something more than what he was doing before. Griff would do anything that she wanted, if she would just smile. He wanted more than that smile. He wanted her to actually be okay. To actually be able to feel happy. And he didn’t know how to help her get there without seeming like he was pushing, or picking a fight, or anything else. He knew that it wasn’t helping, but he didn’t know how to not making it worse.

Whatever he did, he had to focus on that later though, because right now he needed to focus on the office, and what was happening right here in front of him. Griff thought that they had said something about a commotion downstairs earlier, and he hadn’t really given it a lot of thought after they hadn’t called for him. Whatever it was seemed to have passed without too much incident. He didn’t think that they really had all that many incidents when it came down to it. He hadn’t had to kill anyone to get that either. They had just seemed to be running as best as they could without being complete monsters. Rodolphus hadn’t had them acting like monsters either, but Griff, on Andromeda’s insistence, had started policing some of the laws that his brother-in-law had let slip through the cracks. They were trying to act least act like they were the law now. No matter who it was that was on the other side of things.

He hadn’t expected that any of the runaways were going to start turning themselves in. And he didn’t think that it would be any of the ones that caused problems at that. But this one… He recognized her when they pulled her into the room in front of him. She was the one that had gotten away from Nott. Griff still wasn’t convinced that she hadn’t had help with that, but all of the questioning from the facility had turned into nothing, if she had had help, it wasn’t from someone that they had questioned there. Now though, he wasn’t sure what she thought that she was doing. There was going to be punishment for this. There would never not be. He watched her sit down in front of his desk, and he couldn’t help that he was a little curious about what it was that would have driven her to come back? There had to be something… “I know who you are, Ms. Ridley. Why don’t you start by telling me where you’ve been?”

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[attr="class","cbody"]There was no way of knowing exactly how this was going to go. There was a chance that it was one of her more idiotic ideas, but it was something that she had thought was necessary. It was something that she thought might be worth the risk, in time.
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Yes, the registration was still intact. Yes, Muggleborns were still put to work every day and they were treated horribly. But since Minister Lestrange had taken office, it had gotten slightly easier for Muggleborns. Now that they were allowed to go back to their homes, it made even more sense for her to leave while she had the chance. How much longer could Dorian really let her stay in his apartment before they got caught? And when that happened, both of them would be in trouble. She would likely just be killed and there was no telling what would happen if Dorian got caught helping her.
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But if she turned herself in, then she could leave Dorian out of it entirely. She could control the narrative. She could make sure that he was safe, and she could deal with her life being a little more dangerous if she knew that he was okay. She could take being tortured if there would be no fallout that got him into trouble. It made sense to her.
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It really had.
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But now that she was here, she actually had to make it through this conversation. She had to stick to a story that kept Dorian safe--and she had to actually survive. There was a risk of that not happening. She would be foolish to act like that wasn’t a possibility when she knew that it was. There was a good chance that they decided that she was better off dead. Maybe they just didn’t feel like dealing with a runaway. How were they to know that she wasn’t just going to run away again?
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That was a risk that she was taking in hopes that she could be on the right side of these lessening regulations. In time, anyway. It wasn’t like she expected to be put back in her job and told to go home. No, she was not that naïve. But she could handle some torture, she could handle her life being harder for a while if it was for the best in the long run.
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When it came down to it, she had been through worse. That was what she kept telling herself anyway. Even if she hadn’t, she had at least been through enough in her life to trust that she could get through this too. She had to believe that she would be all right and that she could make sure that Dorian was too. That was why she was doing this. Better to do this on her terms than wait to get caught and have him be brought down with her.
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Cami hadn’t been known that she would be brought here, to sit in the head of the aurors’ office. She hadn’t known where she had gone, but she supposed it was better than a cell. For now, anyway. There was no telling how long she would be thinking that. “Oh, here and there.” The words had come out before she could tell herself to say something less sarcastic, but there was no turning back now. She couldn’t give him an answer anyway, so she might as well distract him by being snarky, in hopes that he’d find something else to focus on.
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jar of hearts

I learned to live, half alive

And now you want me one more time

Taking this job had been less of a choice and more the fact that his mother-in-law was now the Minister. At least, most of the time he thought that she was his mother-in-law. The relationship that his wife had with the woman upstairs was a complicated one, and yet he thought that if it weren’t for her meddling, they wouldn’t have been where they were right now. She had dug up the contracts. She had proved that they were still valid. And they had married. Quickly. But Griffith wasn’t sure that it had been quickly at all. He thought that it had been about fifteen years behind schedule.

Of course, he knew that Davina wasn’t the only reason that he worked in this department, but he thought that it had something to do with it. He had been an auror already. He had chosen that path for himself. But he hadn’t been moving up the ranks like that. Not when he had gotten stopped midway through his first few years after training. Griffith hadn’t been convicted of anything in the first war. You couldn’t convict a man in a coma after all. And he had barely been a man. He had been a boy. Nineteen… He had only been nineteen, and they had let him enroll in auror training.

To make up for the mark on his arm, most likely. It hadn’t been all that easy, but once he had been strong enough, they had let him go through training and he had proved that he could do it. He thought that that was all that had really mattered for a long time. He had been one of them. He hadn’t asked for special treatment, and he hadn’t expected to be anything other than one of them. But now he knew that they had never really thought of him that way. He had always been other, and that had been proven true when he had been sent to that camp and it was like he had never been an auror at all. What kind of life was that? The same one that they were forcing on the muggleborns now.

He knew that. He was well aware of the fact that this was what they had chosen. That this was the problem. But he didn’t think that they were going to do anything about it either. There were other things that they had to worry about. Things that didn’t involve tracking down all of the ones that ran away. Sure, there were a handful of aurors with those assignments, but since things had changed again, since they had been even halfway released, he thought that there were other things that were going to need to take priority. If they were going to want to hunt them down, that could be Rabastan’s problem. Griffith didn’t need to waste his aurors on that, when the Hit-Wizards would do it better.

There had been enough chatter around that he had known that something was going on, even before they had brought her in here, but Griffith didn’t think that he had ever expected to see this girl in his office. Woman. She wasn’t a girl. Even the ones that should have been considered girls weren’t children anymore after this. He wasn’t going to go down that road though. He wanted to know where she had been, and who had helped her. “Here and there, huh?” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Obviously you’ve been somewhere, you don’t look like you came from the streets. Who was helping you?”

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[attr="class","cbody"]When Dorian had first saved her, she had been… well, it had been a complicated mix of confusion and relief, quite honestly. She had been glad to be safe, but she hadn’t known what the cost of that safety was. Why had he helped her? What had he expected from her in return? Cami wasn’t used to people helping without wanting something, or without some kind of strings attached.
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But there hadn’t been any. He had just… protected her. He hadn’t expected anything, he hadn’t acted like she had owed him anything at all, and she had just been safe.
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That had been enough, for a time. And she had grown to care about Dorian more than she should too, which she hadn’t been expected. She loved him. But that was why she couldn’t continue to do this. She couldn’t put him at risk, not when someone could stop by his apartment and surprise them any moment of the day. Getting caught was inevitable, and she didn’t want him to get dragged into that. She wanted to turn herself in on her terms, so she could control what the Ministry knew, and she could leave him out of it.
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He hadn’t agreed with the decision, and she knew that, but he also wasn’t going to force her to stay at his apartment against her will. He wasn’t like that. Not even if he thought it was for her own good. So, he had let her come here, and she had told him that it was going to be okay. Cami wanted to believe that it would be, of course, but she couldn’t actually know that for sure. She didn’t know that for sure. For all she knew, they could decide it was easier to just kill her.
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She was ready for that possibility. She hadn’t told Dorian that, but she was. Coming into this without knowing that death was a possibility would have been naïve, and she was not a naïve person. She wasn’t going to come into the Ministry as an optimist. No, she knew what the possible outcomes were, she just thought that they were worth the risk. She could come out of this better off in the future—in the long term, and that was what she wanted to focus on.
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Getting through this was her first priority. It wasn’t like she wanted to die. Cami had planned to give the right answers, to not fight back, or sass, or do anything to give anyone any reason to torture her, but that was easier said than done sometimes.
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Cami kept her expression blank as the head of the aurors’ office spoke again. She wouldn’t give anything away, she couldn’t shift or stutter or give any kind of tell that she was lying. Of course, she knew that he had no reason to believe her or think that she had managed to escape and remain undetected on her own, but she still had a much better shot if she didn’t give anything away. “No one.” Her voice was steady, and her eyes remained on the wall. She had come here to protect Dorian, the last thing she was going to do was admit that he had helped her. She was going to keep him completely out of this.
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JAR OF HEARTS

I LEARNED TO LIVE, HALF ALIVe

AND NOW YOU WANT ME ONE MORE TIME

If he had wanted to do this job, he would have asked for it. As it stood, it had been handed to him, and now he didn’t know what he was supposed to do with it. He knew that he had to do it well, that nepotism was exactly what had landed him here, and he knew that he had to do something to stay on top of all of this. He knew that he had to just let things play out, and he had to roll with the punches. This was a punch. They hadn’t had too many of them just walk in and turn themselves, in, and while Camille Ridley wasn’t at the top of his most wanted list, he’d take it.

He didn’t think that Hermione Potter was going to be turning herself in any time soon anyway, and he knew better than to go looking for her. He had been called off that line of inquiry already. Rodolphus had said no, and they both knew why. The woman in the office upstairs was why. This was her Ministry now, and somehow, she had become the matriarch of their little family. Griffith wasn’t about to do something that would upset her, and in turn upset Davina. That would just make life at home hell, and that was the last thing that he wanted. It was easier to just… Let it be.

Or he pretended that it was easier to let it be. There were times when the office was dull, and boring, and he would go back to thinking about all of the places that they could have disappeared to. But he knew that the world was a big place. Even if they hadn’t gone far, and he didn’t believe that the ‘Great and Noble Potters’ would run too far, there were plenty of places for them to have been hiding. Places that they weren’t likely to find any time soon. Which was annoying, at best, but also kept him from being too bitter about not even looking. Likely, they wouldn’t have even been looking in the right place.

That didn’t mean that he didn’t want answers out of the witch in front of him now. He wanted to know where she had been, and who had been helping her. Because someone had to have been helping her. Someone had to have helped get her away from Nott and hidden her for these months that she had been missing. There was no way that she had done that on her own. And Griffith didn’t think that Nott himself had just let her walk out the front door. He didn’t know the man that well, but he didn’t seem that type.

Griff was watching her with a steady eye as he asked his questions, and she didn’t so much as flinch at them, but he knew that her answer was a lie nonetheless. “You want me to believe you had no help?” He didn’t think that she was that foolish, to believe that he would believe that that was the case. But he wanted clarification. “You escaped from Icarus Devices, on your own? And you’ve been… Hiding in a box on the street since then?” She didn’t look like she had been hiding in a box on the street, but they hadn’t exactly scoured the muggle world looking for them either. They had just wanted them gone.

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[attr="class","cbody"]Cami knew that how she handled this conversation would shape what would come afterwards. It was the difference between getting tortured or getting killed, the difference between keeping Dorian safe and dragging him into all of this. What was more important to her than anything else was protecting him. He had saved her, after all. He had gotten her out of there when she hadn’t been sure that she was going to make it through the night. He had let her stay with him, without a second thought. Every day, she was aware of her impact on his life, and that wasn’t something that she wanted to do anymore. She didn’t want to be a negative strain on him anymore, and that was all that she was.
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Whatever had come of them living together, whatever they could consider their relationship to be, it was important to her. But it didn’t change the fact that she was entirely dependent on him, and she didn’t think that was any way for this to continue. It couldn’t. She had to make a change, she had to do something.
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And she just had to make sure that she kept Dorian out of it in the process. She couldn’t involve him. No matter what story she had to come up with—she would figure it out. But she would say whatever was necessary to keep him entirely out of it. There wasn’t really any reason for them to look too far into him. Yes, he worked at Icarus Devices, but so did dozens of other people… if not a hundred. She supposed not all of them had firsthand contact with the Muggleborns under their employ, but still. There were plenty that had access. She thought that if they were going to look into those people, they would have already.
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They probably had, honestly. She was sure that they saw it necessary to look into the people who had the most access to her. They wouldn’t have thought that she would be able to get out of there on her own. But she also hadn’t been locked in the building. Most of the time, she went home for the night and was just back there in the morning.
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It had just so happened that she hadn’t left, that night. Her injuries had left her bedridden and they had decided to keep her there for observation. Dorian was just the one doing the observing. She had no idea why he had decided to get her out of there, but he had. But they didn’t have any proof that she’d done any more than go home for the night. Yes, she was certain that they would have known, if they’d had any reason to suspect him.
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That meant that she had to continue to leave him out of it. Everything that she did, every reaction that she may give, had to be measured. She had to be careful. Cami knew there was a chance that she couldn’t control everything, but she had to at least try. “It was a really nice box.” She shouldn’t answer his questions with snark—a part of her knew that, but it was the best way she could think of to deflect his questions other than just ignoring him entirely. Cami knew that she could try that too—she could just start answering his questions with silence, but that would likely just frustrate him. Not that her attitude was any less frustrating, she was sure, but it was worth a try.
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JAR OF HEARTS

I LEARNED TO LIVE, HALF ALIVE

AND NOW YOU WANT ME ONE MORE TIME

It was challenging, to be in the position that he was in. Because he knew that he was torn between a duty to his family, and a duty to the society that they lived in, to the mark o his arm. Because they were not the same thing. Not anymore. He knew that Andromeda Lestrange threw a lot more grey area into their lives than there had been before. She was someone that he wouldn’t have thought that he would call family. Before he had remembered her only vaguely as being in charge of the hospital. She had been around, but he hadn’t really known her. That was why he had been more than surprised to have been called into this very office and asked to come to dinner.

Rodolphus Lestrange had been sitting on this side of the desk, and there had been rumors circulating about his association, or really his claim, on Andromeda Black. But Griffith hadn’t put any thought into it until had had been called in here, nad told that he had been invited to dinner, and that dinner had been more than just a dinner. It had been an engagement, and he had left there that night intending to marry Davina McCrae.

Now they were married, she was Davina Yaxley, and they had a little girl that he would have moved mountains for. He didn’t think that there was anyone that could deny that she had done that for him, and that made him loyal to her to a fault. It meant that he wouldn’t go looking for the Potters, because Rodolphus had told him to drop it. Because they had dropped it for Andromeda, and if Rodolphus was doing something for Andromeda, then he knew that it was serious. He knew that he had to do what was right for the family, and not just what they could have wanted. He knew that he had a duty to uphold.

That duty, that familial duty, did not extend to the woman in front of him now though. He wanted to know where she had been, and he wanted to know who had helped her. He wanted to know who was going to be punished for this. Because someone had to be. There had to be some kind of repercussion for this, and he didn’t want it to be Nott. He knew that that was where she had disappeared from, but he truly didn’t think that it was the Nott himself. There was no reason to believe that the Death Eater would have done something like this, and Griffith thought that it was far more likely that one of his employees had.

The sass that came from her retort was enough to make him want to smack her, but he didn’t. Not for that. He wasn’t going to smack her unless he had to. He wanted answers first, and he wanted to get them without making a mess of his office. If she wasn’t going to answer him, they had ways of making her answer, and he thought that she had to know there was a very decent chance that she might just have died on her way in here today. No one would have had to see her at all. They were rather good at making the mudbloods disappear. Perhaps Rabastan needed a new training assistant for the hit-wizards to try and kill.

Her fate was yet to be decided though, and Griffith resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her. “I don’t believe you. Because you’re lying. So, we’re going to try this once more, nicely, and then you’ll find out what happens you lie after being asked a direct question.” There were potions that they would start with, and torture, if she managed to resist the potions themselves. “Who helped you escape from Icarus Devices?”

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