There was no need to kill when the Potter would act on blood instinct. Henry Yewbeam would live eventually, perhaps. Whether Hallie would or not, that was not certain. The idea that she could die, that she could disappear into whatever essence breathed itself into their world made Theodore Rookwood half-wish that he could have, should have killed him, that he hadn’t waited so long. But he hadn’t. He’d spared him, right or wrongly, and now it was his wife who might not live, who might lose herself for absence. He knew where he needed to go. Home.
The door opened just as Theodore apparated onto the grounds of the Lake District cottage and he managed to exhale an exhausted breath as Amelia took in the sight before her. Theodore swallowed back his fatigue and pressed forward, sliding by her and into the house, not stopping for a further breath until he’d tossed the contents off of the dining table and laid Hallie down.
Theodore collapsed into one of the chairs, no longer able to keep himself up, and took out his wand. He knew what spell he needed. He knew how to make it work. He understood how to get it to send the message he needed. He just needed the happy thought. He needed the happiness. He needed the memory. He found it, too. He found her. The way she had looked on their wedding day, the way she had smiled despite everything, despite who he was, despite what was happening.
Throwing his arm forward, a strong Patronus exploded from the end of Theodore’s wand and danced out through the window, thundering through the sky and leaving in its wake a rain that had been threatening to fall since the day that she had gone, left them. The rain would wash away the anguish, the pain.
Theodore dropped his wand and lowered his head to the table, resting his forehead on the wood for a moment before lifting it, taking in the mess that was the woman that he had called wife. That he was sure one day, if she lived to tell the tale, he’d call love.
“It was him.” Theodore whispered, hollowly. “Henry Yewbeam. Ivanov… I sent…”
Wonder set in him as he realised he had cast it. He’d cast the spell that had eluded him all those years. Theodore’s lips quirked a little before turning his gaze back to Amelia.
“Loathe me for it later but regardless of whether she lives through this or… or not… I will punish him every day for what he has done to us.”
Theodore’s fingers snaked out and curled around Hallie’s hand, managing to hold off the sudden anguish that had welled up within him.
“I’ll make him regret it.”