For many months now he had kept the identity of his secret correspondant a secret. Shylock, his own had interupted many social events with letters and notes from this man.

Tyrin unfolded the one he had received in the forest.



Dear Anon.

Your passion for the Death Eaters is an admirable one. Your nerve and valour for even contacting me, a known criminal is brave. We are the strongest side. And you, a Slytherin would do well to aspire into the Dark Lords army.

However, I know that none of this is true. Contact me again and I shall break into Hogwarts and kill you slowly - you are trying to trick us into revealing information, which we shall not. Do not try and outwit me. It will not work. Abandon your efforts or face death.

Coldstone Harshing.



Tyrin looked at the letter, below it was stamped with the Dark Mark. An official warning from the death eaters. He was dabbling in what ought not to be dabbled in - he was trying to set Harshing up. Harshing had found out. Tyrin was worried.

Delilah walked into the owlry with a letter in her left hand. As she walked in, she saw Tyrin there with a letter in his hand. She snuck up on him and when she was directly behind, slid one hand in front of him to give him a little squeeze in the pants.

"Why hello."

Tyrin, caught off guard jolted together and spun round. The letter burned in his hands and he brought together his confidence, shielding his fear of the letter. He smiled and moved towards her. "Hello sweetpea," he said sarcastically, Delilah was anything but a "sweetpea"

Delilah raised one long, suspicious eyebrow and looked at his hands. "What was that?" she asked, getting rather aggrivated by this series of secret letters that kept appearing for him. And the fact that he refused to reveal to anybody who was sending them to him.

"Just an order for some ingediants for my next batch of letters," He shrugged and turned away, he didn't want anyone to know. Know one else understood his desire to know exactly how his father died - his hatred of Voldemort and the Death Eaters. No one, not even delilah would understand.

She crossed her arms and allowed one hip to rise a little higher than the other. "Then why is it, my dear, that I really do not believe you?" He had lied to her before, but this time he really seemed like he wanted her to believe it, and that ticked her off.

"But, as we have previously discussed - whether you believe me or not is of little relevance to me. We both know that we both serve only one purpose to each other," He smiled and stared at her chest before looking back to her eyes.

"And in case you have forgotten my love," she said, crossing her arms across her chest and gazing up at him. "We are broken up. I've found someone new and much better suited for me. I do apologize believe me, because I realize the sex will never be the same for you." She winked and smirked.

He gritted his teeth. She had found someone knew? Surely not, surely she was bluffing. She was necessary to his routine - no talking, no messing sex, whenever Tyrin pleased.

"You're bluffing," he said, convincing himself.

"Have you ever in your life," she asked, tugging at the sleeve of a long sleeved sweater, "seen me in a sweater and jeans? Usually it's tiny tops and teeny skirts, or little bitty dresses...or just lingerie. My new boyfriend has a slight issue with me going out near-nude and flirting with other men...and women."

His face contorted into rage but soon calmed. "You were better wearing nothing at all. Thats when I enjoyed you most," he spoke like she was a toy that he had played with from time to time and now someone else had stolen his favourite toy.

"May I ask to whom this new partner is?"

"Of course you can ask Tyrin my dear. I would be a little nervous had you not asked me in fact." She smirked with a flourish and turned around, though getting closer to him. She lifted up her long hair, and pushed her sweater down from the neck slightly. In a beautiful Henna design that she had drawn out herself were the two words 'Squall Leonheart'

His eyes flared with danger. Leonheart, whom he had trusted with Delilahs safe keeping had betrayed him and gone out with her. Tyrins whole face apart from his eyes remained calm. He smiled dangerously. "Delilah, I shall give you one opportunity and one opportunity only. Owl him now and end it or I will hurt Leonheart a lot." His voice was soothingly peaceful as if it was as easy as deciding whether to have lunch 10 minutes early.

She raised a single eyebrow and giggled. "You silly boy... Why get so angry over just a sex-buddy? I meant nothing to you remember?" She put her hair down and crossed her arms across her chest. "Besides, I like him..." She would never admit to Tyrin that she was in love...Love was a sign of weakness and she didn't need him knowing that she was weak.

"Why does it bother you?"

"You would never understand," He snapped, moving around now like a different person, a person that had lost control of a possession, a person with only one agenda filling his mind: revenge. Squall would pay dearly for his treachery. A flick of Tyrin's wand produced a black travelling cloak over his shoulders.

"You would do well not to see Squall again," he said looking her directly in the eyes. "Because the more you are together, the more I shall hurt him."

Delilah took a few steps in his direction and went chest to chest with him. "If you think I'm afraid of you Tyrin Yates then you are sorely, sorely mistaken. He can take care of himself, as can I." Then, with her lips so close to his that they were practically touching, she whispered, "Get over me."

"Dear, you are not the cause of this. I can't let a filthy b*stard beat me, the greatest student Hogwarts have ever seen though can I? That would be scandalous. No - no one takes anything from me, the Great Tyrin!" His eyes were aflare now, he was no longer handsome but ugly in his ecstasy of power. Frightening.

She rolled her eyes and took a few steps away from him, a little frightened but not letting that hinder her in any way whatsoever. "The Great Tyrin, the Great Tyrin... What are you, a muggle Magician?" she asked, being very rude on purpose, and hoping he would realize what an idiot he was being.

His wand was out before the insult was finished. His hand shook and he thrashed his wand through the air sending a striking spell to the side of her face. His wand still trained on her he whispered, "You have until the next full moon to come back to me, I shall hurt Leonheart, I shall hinder his movement. If the full moon is out and you are not mine once more I shall kill him." He slowly made the transformation back to calm Tyrin and he paced out of the tower, whistling psychotically.

Delilah fell to her knees and covered her face. "Lay a finger on him and I'll-!!" But she couldn't finish. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she found it difficult to control herself. He had never hurt her before...Sure there were issues and he's thrown spells in her direction, but never ones that really hurt...