Love & Hate {Rabastan}

[RABASTAN RORICK LESTRANGE]

Sive crossed her arms across the chest and told him to make the right choice. He raised a slight brow at her before surveying the empty tower around them once more, considering the words she'd said. 'Then make the right one.' Was there even a right choice in this situation? Likely not. He knew what Potter's right choice was - to defend those who killed his parents. She may have been right, it was only one group of people. But was a group of people that left a very strong image in an eight-year-old boy's head. Sive refused to see his angle on things either because she was annoying stubborn (which she clearly was) or because she refused. Both might have been the case in this particular situation. But Rabastan knew, he could see it in her eyes when he spoke of his parents. She hadn't even considered the evil things that her own side could do.

”And what’s the right choice? Your choice?” he asked sarcastically, staring at her.

The right choice in this war didn’t seem to exist. Not for him. And as he stared at Sive, yapping on about why he cared about what a blood-traitor thought, he knew in his gut which side he was more apt to choose. She was just as ignorant as the rest of them. She didn’t want to accept that there could be people on her side who were just as bad, if not worse, than the death eaters. If he abandoned those beliefs it would feel like forgetting everything that had happened to Rod and his parents even happened. It would be like pretending that his parents weren’t savagely murdered, and his brother hadn’t been tortured and held for a handsome reward. Even now thinking about it made him sick to his stomach with rage. But was killing the wizarding population really going to solve anything? For most people, probably not. But for him… at least it would provide some kind of sense of revenge. Some kind of vengeance for his parents.

”Let’s get one thing straight - I don’t give a damn what you think of me. You’re just as elitist as I am, Potter. You just the other way around,” he said with a glare. His words came out full of confidence, but inwardly he felt himself tripping up. Why did he care to defend himself to the likes of her? She was just as bad as any mudblood. But… she was a pureblood. She was better than them, why couldn’t she see it? And in that instant he realized she was right. He didn’t need to defend himself to her. He was the monster here. He was the bad guy. He was the death eater. Maybe had had made his choice after all.

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[SIVE ALVAH POTTER]

Sive raised an eyebrow at Rabastan, her patience really starting to run thin.
"Well, I think so." she said, in a cool voice that made in plain she thought that was obvious. Of course she thought her choice was the right one. That was why she had made it. Except... well, a large part of her was just following the path her parents had set her on. They had raised her to be fair, and not to hate people. Maybe she hadn't made a 'choice', as such... but still, she could have easily chosen something else, and she hadn't. She had decided to stick with what the Order believed. Because that was what she thought was right.

Rabastan Lestrange didn't seem to be making his decision based off what he thought was right and what was wrong. He seemed to have other reasons. She supposed that whole thing with his parents and his brother would play a large part in that. But he had it all so twisted; the anti-pureblood groups were gone, and they had never had anything to do with the Order, or the Death Eaters. They were just a bunch of nuts who believed in something and took it to the extreme. There were always people who would do that. The fact that for a short time they had managed to be organised enough to perform acts of terrorism was an anomaly. They hadn't had a leader, they barely even had a shared goal they could all agree on. And so the subgroups had died down. The Death Eaters today... well, they were different.

Rabastan said that Sive was just as elitist as he was, and Sive let out a snort of derisive laughter.
"You're deranged, Lestrange," she said, finally turning to walk towards the stairs that lead out of the tower, but not before calling back over her shoulder; "I don't want you all dead, I just won't let you take anyone's freedom."

Least of all mine, she added in her mind. She'd never let anyone take away her freedom. She wouldn't bow to some dark lord.