A week ago Henry had the realisation that the death eaters would soon discover that he was a traitor, or soon to be a traitor. That he was living with Sophia Granger, notorious Order member. Would they expect him to divulge their secrets? In all honesty he didn't know any, he doubted they expected this either which would mean one thing. They expected him to tell her theirs. She was helping him fight his addiction, get through each day one day at a time and in return would the death eaters believe his payment was information? Henry Yewbeam had very little gold, in fact his Gringotts Vault was almost empty.
Hitame Higurashi had calmed him for a moment, stopped him taking the galleons from the till of Eeylops Own Emporium and doing a runner. However the moment she stopped him was the moment he realised that he couldn't do this, he couldn't go through his life needing to be chaperoned, controlled and forced to do the right thing. Henry was broke down, exhausted and tired of fighting to stay on top form. He needed to go, take a vacation, find something to do besides aiming to stay afloat each day. Henry needed a high.
After closing the store at five o clock Henry emptied the till of Eeylops Owl Emporium and this time the death eater didn't return the galleons, sickles and knuts from his bag. The wizard left through the front door, locking it behind him and posting the key through the letter box. For a moment, around fourish, the death eater had planned on leaving a note but soon passed on that opportunity. What if his plan failed, what if that letter got into the hands of someone like a Ministry Official, no doubt that would be the evidence they needed to send him off to Azkaban.
Walking down Diagon Alley he paused at Babbity Rabbity. Theodore Rookwood was near the kitchen door. Each day for the past week Yewbeam had looked into that window, watched the exact same scene for a moment or two then pressed on. The idea of that man, his dark hair, his penetrative stare. The thought that that man ran his hands over Hallie's body, the girl he had once loved. It sickened him. How could she not realise her husband was lying to her, that he was really a death eater. She needed to know. Perhaps he would add that on his list of things to do:
On A Spare Bit Of Parchement wrote:1. Clear out the remains of my Gringotts Vault.
2. Head to Knockturn Alley and purchase all the drugs my gold can buy.
3. Stop by my parents and push a letter through the letter box telling them I love them and that I am sorry for what I've done.
4. Get High
4. Send a letter to Hallie telling her the truth about her husband.
5. Get High.
He wasn't so sure why he was doing that for Hallie. Would it wreck her? Of course, did he care? Henry wished he could say no but she was his first love, the girl he had held hands with as they went on romantic strolls around the lake. The girl who had taken his virginity. The girl he'd sneaked into Professor's Offices with to try and steal detention slips in hope they would forget he was needed on the second floor and not the quidditch pitch. She had been the first person to truly know him and Henry felt he owed her that.
For a while Henry had blamed the blonde for his path down into the dark arts and drugs. It was her who had abandoned him, hadn't forgave him for cheating but really the problem had been the Slytherin he'd slept with. The Slytherin who had stole him from Hallie. The Slytherin he'd mistakenly gone to for comfort after their argument. The Slytherin who taught him to channel his feelings through the cruciatus curse. The curse that he then later performed on Hallie herself. Being free from his addiction had awoken him, made him realise the truth and that Hallie had been innocent all along. Maybe before he slipped, left behind the fear of the death eaters hunting him down he would be able to do one good thing. Save Hallie from Theodore Rookwood.
A part of Henry still held a grudge against Theodore for it had been him who had stopped Hallie from being murdered at the hands of Henry. Of course he was doing this on the orders of Theodore's Father, oh the irony. That had caused Henry to be shoved to the bottom of the death eater ladder, made him victim to Du Hunt's torturous wand. Theodore needed punishing, not just for his wrongdoing of Hallie but for pushing Henry further down into his pit. The death eaters had been his way of redeeming himself, working his way up in something he was good at to escape the need for drugs. Rookwood had stopped that happening and now he was going to pay. Justice would prevail.
Looking down at his amended list Henry stowed the parchment into his pocket and moved on from the window of Babbity Rabbity and up the stone steps to Gringotts. The sun was shining down from the sky above yet along the alley it was nothing but windy. The scribbled parchment didn't quite make it into Henry's robes, instead it was taken into the breeze and found itself landing with a slap against the window of Babbity Rabbity, the writing on display.
'Good afternoon, Sir.' The goblin greeted Henry, opening one of the double doors and allowing him to enter.
Henry didn't reply, instead he simply entered the bank and headed straight towards the counter passing goblins measuring galleons and gazing at rubies down magnifying glasses.
'Yewbeam.' He told the goblin at the high counter furthest from the door.
'First name?'
'Henry.'
'Key?'
Henry flashed his golden key.
'I'll have a goblin take you down to your vault, it isn't that far in and I suppose you could easily walk there without the need of the cart but nonetheless I'll call for a goblin.'