She could immediately tell whatever he’d written had devastated him. Of course it had..how could he have been prepared for the flood of stories that had filled those pages. Part of her felt guilty for leaving him alone with the journal and not preparing him better, but how was she supposed to find the words to prepare him for what he would find. If anything it should be Severus that was here telling him about all of this and answering the questions she didn’t have answers to.
But Severus wasn’t here. It was her. Her and his parents and over the past 8 years of their lives she had spent more time with him than they had.
“Ru?” she asked cautiously noting the way he avoided her gaze. Emma took a seat next to him, her knee gently touching his and her hand reaching out to touch his shoulder. “Are you alright?” she asked quietly struggling to find the patience to wait for him to be ready to talk.
Rupert had barely registered that he was still in his bedroom, someone placing their hand on his shoulder. It took him a moment and when he finally turned he found himself looking at her, Emma. This person, his wife that had been there for him and taken a strange boy as their own and after he had admittedly confessed to killing his half-blood family. A part of him felt guilty about it, had he done it because he felt sorry or that he couldn’t sum up the courage to kill him rather risk both their lives. Why was she still here with him? She had every reason to leave him, it would be less complicated. He wondered if she had began to resent him,
He found his voice and simply. nodded and mumbled an answer. “I’m fine” he lied, she probably knew that. he didn’t little to hide that fact but he wasn’t ready to come to her, ask her of anything. Stress wasn’t good for the baby, he was compelled not to put her in a state to distress his- their child.
Only less than a day he had found that he was a husband and father and he was slowly adjusting to that fact and had prepared himself that not matter how confusing the situation seemed to be he was going to make sure that their safety was first, he would come to terms with situation as they went. “Are you… alright?” he asked, looking down at his feet, trying not to meet her eyes for the moment. “I apologize, for that. Just a little shocked. please don’t worry about me”
Emma couldn’t help glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall every five minutes. In the kitchen she was clumsy and distracted and she could feel herself driving herself and everyone around her crazy. Rupert’s mother of course had nothing but patience with her as they worked slowly to prepare a modest lunch and then went on to begin dinner for later that evening. After about an hour and a half and the twentieth time she glanced at the clock Emma’s mother in law laid her hand gently on her shoulder and nodded toward the door as if to say “go on”.
Emma was apprehensive to be the first one to approach Rupert after putting the journal in his hands and giving him the key to his memories, but she knew better than to argue with her mother in law. “He’ll be ok Emma…everything is going to be ok.” Adele murmured gently as Emma left the kitchen.
The door to his bedroom was pulled shut and for a moment Emma just stood there trying to prepare herself for the countless possible scenarios that might play out once she was on the other side of that door. She tried to take it as a good sign that it was quiet as she brought her hand up to knock quietly. “Ru..uh Rupert?” she called out hesitating for a moment before turning the handle and letting herself in.
Rupert sat with the book in hand, fingering the pages - not reading but just staring. He was hesitant, feeling the dark magic on ever page that followed the next but then, their were letters too. All of them marked in his name, the lettering feminine. He took them out one by one and stacked them beside him while he laid the boom on his lap, gathering a breath as he began to read. The first entry dated just over a year and a half ago.
Tonight I killed someone for the first time… - he paused “Killed?” He read on. There was no choice I had, Alecto and her brother watched me as we entered our first house of the night. It was my first mission and I thought I was prepared, I couldn’t be more wrong. We ambushed, cloaked and masked disguising us. From room to room we went, I separated and I found myself facing a man. Older than me, frail as he lifted his wand. He was afraid of me, that was the first time I witnessed it. How much fear my so called brothers set into another witch or wizard - I hardly had to do a thing before he started begging. He begged and begged for me not to do it, and I stood in front of him with my wand raised, he had the time to hit me with a spell or jinx at any moment but he couldn’t. I almost held it down until I heard footsteps behind me, the Carrows behind me.
I tightened my grip and I lifted my mask, stone faced as he bared my face. “What are doing you daft idiot?” One of then said it, I don’t know which but I could hardly care to listen. “I want to see the light leave his eyes” that was a lie but I had to do anything to convince them I was ruthless enough to be one of them and then I did it, with the Carrows watching me. I took a blade out from my pocket and stuck it into his chest, a fast and quick death. I could have used he spell, I didn’t. At seventeen I would be tracked by the ministry. So I spilled blood instead.
That night I returned to Emma in our little flat with blood in my hands and cloak, everywhere. I couldn’t face her, her face said enough. I thought she hated me. She should. I am a monster.
Rupert stopped reading and let the book drop to the floor as he leaned his head into his hand, he felt sick. The stories about the death eaters, the telly the news papers. He was one of them a ruthless killer. She married him even though he was, he thought about the boy, his son. Jeremy. He picked the book up and flipped through the pages until he found it. His eyes went over the words. “Please, don’t let it be” Emma told him that his story was in there about he came to them. He hoped god, Merlin whatever he believed in now that it wasn’t what he thought but there is said in blank ink. "I killed his family and took him as my son"
He sat there for the longest time, hating himself, feeling the utter guilt that ate at him as he fought to push the words from his mind. It was a while before he was brought out of his thoughts, someone calling his name. Rupert had come to familiarize it of his wife, Emma’s. He flinched at his name, her voice and sat turned his head slightly. he tried to speak but he couldn’t so he proceeded to wait, he didn’t look at her, he couldn’t.
Emma paused for a moment thinking how best to convey the news. This wasn’t something she has wanted to have to explain to him. “Er….well..” she started, fumbling for the words before she remembered the journal that she had had the thankfully had the foresight to bring along with her, “I can owl my parents and have them come now for dinner if you’d like….” She offered hesitantly unsure if it was a wise choice.
“As for how we came to adopt him..” she started pausing to collect her thoughts. “Look there’s a lot I’d rather not say. I mean you don’t even tell me about part of your life. I know that’s not helpful but you do keep a journal.” She pulled out the black leather bound book and ran her hand across the Prince family seal on the cover. She had had it specially handcrafted for him. It had magical properties and only the two of them could read the words in its pages. Additionally he could charm certain pages to be hidden from her view so he could keep those thoughts private. He had assured her that as of yet he hadn’t done that but Emma couldn’t be sure that was true. This area in his life was the only thing he ever kept secrets about and as much as it hurt her she knew it was necessary for him in order to keep his sanity about serving the Dark Lord.
“The story of how we came to be Jeremy’s parent’s is in here….as well as pretty much everything else that we’ve been through the past year. It might be a lot for you to handle, but it’s the best I can do to help you fill in some holes.” She said handing him the book, her insides writhing with nerves at what the fallout of him reading the journal might be. “I should let you read this and go see if your mum needs help in the kitchen….I’ll hold off on owling my parents for now.” She added wanting to see what his reaction would be first.
“And um….here I packed you a bag in case you wanted to put on some clothes that are…well yours.” She handed him the bag she had packed for him before excusing herself to go help her mother in law in the kitchen. Part of her hoped he found the photo album she’d slipped in between t-shirts and the section of the journal where they wrote letters to each other back and forth so he could see all that they shared together, but part of her felt extremely exposed and vulnerable at the thought of him knowing her so intimately after having just essentially met her.
Rupert looked at her expectedly and stared down at the book in her hand, they looked familiar to him, even more so as he saw the crest of his families on the front. He looked up at her again and nodded his head in understanding unsure if he should approach her any farther than he had up till now, afraid because he still didn’t quite understand her and scared because, well she was his wife but she still felt a stranger to him, despite the hug he had given her earlier. He knew this was going to take some time, effort and he would be overwhelmed.
He took the journals as they were passed into his hands and blankly stared, aware at how hard she seemed to be trying to hold herself together, he had opened his mouth only to close it the next. His mind was blank, what could he say to make her feel better? Oh better yet, did she even want it. She had quickly gathered his things and passed a bag into his arms and left the room and he stood there without a word as she left. Rupert looked at the journal and stroked the spine, getting a sense - a feeling. It brought his hair on his back. Something in here was dark, cloaked in it.
These was his, she had mentioned everything he had done - they had in this past year was on the pages. He was almost scared to find out what they held but this was his life and he had to know. He pressed his lips in a thin line and furrowed his brows, determined to find out. “Oscar” he called out to the house elf his family had employed the last few years, he of course was treated well. Not like what other families had. He was a friend to Rupert, his own as he had spent time with him since he could remember.
“Yes, Mr, Prince” the house elf’s ears lifted as his name being called. “Rupert, I’m not dad. Thank you” he said with a smile. The house elf nodded and Rupert kneeled down to meet him face to face. “Keep an eye on Emma for me, please. Make sure she’s looked after” He touched his shoulder and left his friends, gathering his things that Emma had brought over and stepped into his bedroom, looking as it always had and he smiled before sitting down at the end of his bed, placing the bag by his feet and opening the book, turning the page over to begin reading the journey about what his life had been.
His arm, burning with a slight twinge as he did but it did not bother him much as the pain had quickly come and gone, like a blink of an eye.
Relief flooded through her when Rupert’s father answered the door and ushered her into the house, pulling her into a tight embrace. As much as she missed him she was apprehensive to see Rupert again. She could only guess at what was running through his mind right now. He didn’t know her, or anything of the life they shared and for all she knew he might not want anything to do with it all now. Her father in law cupped her face gently and place a kiss on the top of her hear murmuring quiet assurances as she pulled away and for a moment she allowed herself to be comforted.
“He’s in the drawing room…” he informed her quietly and excusing himself allowing Emma to pull herself together. She took a few calming breaths and once again willed herself to move, putting one foot in front of the other and making her way to Rupert. She stopped in the doorway and watched as he examined a few pictures of the family until he stopped at one in particular. Her heart dropped when she realized it was one of them together with Jeremy that they had taken just a few months before. They had spent the morning down by the beach and snapped a few photographs and included one in an owl to his parents the next day. She wasn’t ready to have this conversation but he was asking and it wouldn’t be fair to not tell him.
“That’s Jeremy..” she answered quietly hoping he hadn’t heard the small quiver in her voice. Emma stepped into the room and approached him smiling at the picture and the memory it accompanied until she remembered that it was just one more memory he no longer possessed. “We adopted him just after Christmas last year.” She continued the smile falling from her face. She searched his features trying to gauge his reaction at the news that not only was his wife pregnant with a child but that they were already parents to a little boy, an adopted son no less.
“I…he’s with my mum and dad. I didn’t think it would be fair to you to just show up with him before you knew about him. I hope that’s alright…” she trailed off uncertain of how else to proceed other than just answering any questions he might have.
Rupert heard a voice, one that he had heard earlier and expected not to hear not so soon after. He turned to see Emma standing there. “Jeremy” He repeated, looking at the photograph. “We adopted him him just after Christmas last year” He gave her a confused look, he thought that the baby she was carrying, the child she bared was and only his child they had, clearly not. He walked and sat to a nearby chair and sat, the picture in his hands. “ I thought it was just the one, I’m already a father?” he said with a small smile, running a hand through his hair. He softened his features and looked at her. “ Sorry, no-” he quickly got up to offer a hand. “You should sit. My mummy - mum” he said, pausing and feeling slightly embarrassed with his cheeks reddening. “Mother said something to dad, I didn’t quite understand at the moment. They mentioned you were a wonderful mother- I didn’t understand’
“With Jeremy. And you’re right to be cautious. I still don’t understand what’s going on - what’s going to happen. You.. Are my wife and a stranger to me. I admit but I feel I can trust you to speak my mind” he said, giving her a smile of reassurance. He sighed, and looked around and sat again this time beside her, glancing at the flames in the fireplace”
He tried to understand what was going through her mind, choosing carefully not to say next, He could tell the though she did not show it she was more afraid than he was, scared, worried and for that he couldn’t blame her. For now she sat next to a man she loved that would not remember if he loved her. Rupert couldn’t say it, these feelings.. didn’t come to them. He understood that his was his wife and a mother to his child, that was all he could understand.
“You say he is with you’re mother and father… I would like to see him soon. Whenever you feel is right. A son shouldn’t be without his parents for long. Not so young as he is.” He looked at her questioningly. “How did we come to have him? We .. Clearly can have a chid on our own?”
Emma left her husband and his parents in front of St. Mungo’s only a little more at ease than she had been less than an hour ago when she had first met her parent in laws outside the hospital itself relieved that they knew where he was yet terrified at what she might find. She apparated to their home and for a moment just stood in the silent livingroom desperately willing time to turn back and bring her her husband. It took every ounce of strength she possessed to will the tears away and force her feet to carry her upstairs to their room. Now was not the time to shatter. If she allowed herself to shed even one tear she knew she would not be able to stop and she had more important things to do.
Quickly, almost automatically Emma moved around the room packing essentials enough for a few days. Three pairs of pants, three tops, some underwear and socks, toiletries, pajamas etc. She packed a bag for him too just in case and then did the same for Jeremy. With any luck she would be able to convince Rupert to come home with her and the baby before three days was up.
A quick glance at the clock told her she had been here already for about fifteen minutes. She felt as if she was forgetting something but what she didn’t know. He wouldn’t know anything from here anyways. Before leaving she looked into his study, still neat like he had left it. She reached out a hand and picked up the blanket he kept on the back of the couch and brought it to her nose. It smelled like him and Emma was reminded of the many nights she had wrapped herself up in this very spot hoping to trick herself into believing his arms were wrapped around her.
She pulled herself out of her reverie still determined not to cry and swiped the photo album from the sidetable and stuffed it into the bag she had packed for him, perhaps he would find it, perhaps it would make a difference…..or maybe it wouldn’t. Either way it was time to go. She stopped by her parent’s house first and only long enough to explain the situation to her mum and dad briefly. She refused to go into detail lest her voice crack and her resolve crumble but she left Jeremy’s bag with them and took a moment to scoop the little boy she loved into her arms and pressed her face to his neck before leaving again with just a gentle kiss and a “mumma loves you”.
Moments later she was standing in front of the slightly intimidating Prince family home. It had never seemed foreboding before, but then again the first time Emma had been here had been for a summer visit with her parents. Rupert had owled and insisted they visit. He had written that home didn’t feel like home anymore and he missed her. Now, standing at the front door Emma knocked tentatively feeling like an intruder. She was a stranger to him and she wondered if he would feel like she was intruding. The Prince’s had been her family and their home had been her home for as long as she had known Rupert, but he couldn’t remember any of this. All over again she felt her throat constrict as angry desperate tears threatened to spill over.
Rupert left the hospital, to his relief. He was feeling suffocated, in a cramped room around sick patients much sicker than he was. It was unsettling feeling and even more so the feeling of the onslaught of new- could he call “memories”. All through the car ride home he could only sit back in his seat and watch the scenery passed him. Some things had changed and some didn’t, even the city seemed strange to him at this point and he felt like he was more alone that ever. All these years lost in just a moment and he was supposed to adjust to them. It was difficult enough to wrap his head around the thought of being a father- much less a husband to a women he could barely remember.
What if, what if he never got it back. Where would it leave her and the rest of his family. He wanted to hide away, just for a little while. Selfish he thought but he was afraid of not living up to the expectations everyone had for him. He didn’t know how to be a father or a husband, what if he was bad and made mistakes.
He shouldn’t be thinking about it, he would be letting everyone down if he didn’t even think to try. No memories or not, this was his life and he had to try not for the sake of himself but for the unborn child he was responsible for. The little one that laid in Emma’s stomach. She was due to the world soon and she needed him. He would try, he wanted to be a dad anyways. This was his dream and maybe it would turn out better than he thought he could be amazing. That thought brought a smile to his face.
“Rupert?” His mum, looked at him. The car had stopped and they were waiting for him to step out and he followed suit, he looked at his house. It never changed. “What was that smile for?” his mum had leaned into his ear to ask. Rupert, looked down at her and opened his mouth, closing it and then smiled again. “I’m going to be a Dad is all, I think I always wanted kids. Like you and Dad” he answered before entering the home with his father being lead into the main room where he was sat.
He waited, sitting there with food and drinks that his mother continued to bring out of the kitchen, refusing to stop even when he was full. He laid back, looked around the room and he found a picture, one of him and Emma on their wedding day and another. This one, it was strange. It was Emma and him, and a baby boy.. “who is this?” he called out, without looking back.
The physical contact took her by surprise. Emma barely dared to breathe as his arms wrapped around her and did her best to remind herself that this was not her Rupert as she melted into his embrace. After the weeks spent without him, worrying about him and convincing herself that he was still alive and everything was ok his mere presence was intoxicating and even under the sterile smells of St. Mungo’s that clung to him she could smell him. They could almost be at home in their very own kitchen just after he’d gotten home from a mission. He always made it a priority to wrap his arms around his wife and kiss her relentlessly no matter what she was doing. Dinner could burn, the baby could cry for a minute everything would be fine but he needed her right then and there.
This hug was different. He wasn’t cold but he wasn’t familiar either. Part of her craved more….his hand running through her hair, his lips brushing hers in a chaste kiss, a whispered “I love you” or “I missed you”…but she knew she would not get it. Especially not here and now, whatever he gave her would have to do.
Emma smiled again as he pulled away, not wanting him to know just how deeply affected it all she was. It was strange to have him keep his hand on the small of her back. She half expected him to shy away from her even after the embrace and half of her wondered if deep down he felt something toward her he couldn’t explain, but that was hoping for too much. He felt a sense of duty. That and nothing more, she would have to remind herself over and over she already knew.
“Yes…we should definitely talk, I’m sure you have about a hundred questions.” She answered quietly, her heart sinking as she realized the home he’d asked to return to was not their own. He wanted familiar. He wanted the place he grew up, where his parents lived and where for him there were no memories of her. They hadn’t met until after he left for Hogwarts and his first memories of her in that place would be buried unforgotten in his mind with the rest of the years he had lost.
There was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she should insist he go home with her instead, she was sure that being surrounded by the life they had shared for the past year, pictures and the home he had built with his own two hands, had designed out of their very dreams of having a life together. How was he supposed to remember her if there was nothing around him to remember her by?
On the other hand she didn’t want to push him or force him into any situation where he would be uncomfortable. Surely spending a few days where he felt the most at ease could only be good for him and she could broach the subject of returning home in a few days. “Can I meet you guys there?” she asked after a few moments. “I just…I have to go home and pack a bag and err…..I have to stop by my parent’s house for a moment.” She finished glancing at his mother and father so they would know she was talking about Jeremy. Somehow it felt as if this wasn’t the right time to bring up the son they had adopted together.
Once the words left his mouth he found himself thinking he could have possibly said the worst thing possible, his father had told him Emma was his wife. It was a fair enough point to assume they shared a home, they were young yes but it must be and by the way she kept looking at him, almost desperately seeking something inside him. It was only natural to think they shared a heavy and hard life together. All that he could tell was that she, the person who was the most important person to him- at a time in his life that he could not remember stared at him and saw a man she loved and wanted to return but he could give her nothing but stare back with a blank stare, still wondering why and how it all came to be.
He could never feel so guilty as he did now, to watch her silently suffer and watch this man in front of her, pretend to be the man that she wanted, prolonging the suffering and remaining her more of this man. Maybe at best, he should be more careful. Until he understood, got some answers from his parents and especially Emma- his wife. A strange word to say when he last remembered life so young- younger than now. It was of he was almost living to lives at this point and he wasn’t quite sure which was true, these sudden rush of knowledge coming to him, fast.
If only he knew the answer to fix it all but he knew, no magic could fix it. Only patience, patience and understanding. Rupert hoped, to spare her. The look on her face, she was desperate as him to remember and though she fought not to show it, it was in her eyes he could tell what truly hid beneath this tough exterior she put up, understandably to protect her self and to be strong.
In a situation like her, he would think it was impossible. She was an impossible girl but she- was stronger that he would have thought, to go through this and stand strong. He barely knew her yet he admired her already, steadfast. A worthy woman by all means and she happened to be with him of all people. It was a strange concept to pass.
“Can I meet you guys there?” she asked, with her voice quiet and almost far away. “I just…I have to go home and pack a bag and err…..I have to stop by my parent’s house for a moment.” All he could do was nod, nod and say yes. He was dependent on her, his parents to guide him through and now he was silently afraid to face these truths, good or bad. It didn’t matter, it feared him.
It took every ounce of strength Emma possessed to not break down then and there. She was grateful when finally Rupert’s father answered for her. She watched as he took her in and glanced down at the swell of her belly and the question in her eyes broke her heart all over again. Emma nodded just once so that he would know that yes, the baby was his.
Her head swirled as he took the time to process this part of his life that just moments before he had no knowledge of. The range of emotions that ran through her were overwhelming. She was confused, hurt, devastated and furious. Not at him but at whatever or whoever had done this to him, to them. In the blink of an eye their entire life had been erased for him. How was she supposed to tell him about their son? Or remind him of the way he loved her and had promised to spend his life with her?
Suddenly it was all too much and she had to sit in the nearest chair dizzy with a nausea that had nothing to do with her sixth month of pregnancy. “I’m sorry…I just…I need a moment.” She murmured as concerned looks came her way. She allowed herself to be handed a glass of water and her mother in law to fuss over her for a few moments. It was after all her grandchild that Emma was carrying and she knew that in spite of everything that was happening with Rupert everyone would be watching her carefully expecting her to breakdown. She knew now that that could not happen. She had to be strong. For Rupert, for Jeremy…even for Rupert’s parents and she had to be careful too.
She had to take things slow with him. There was always the risk that he would never remember and if he didn’t……she refused to let her mind consider that. She just had to make sure that she never pushed him too hard. He had to be comfortable and come into everything on his own. Emma finished the water she was given and stood slowly putting a smile on for her husband once again.
As he watched her sit, his mother handing her a glass of water he stared, unable to take his eyes off her stomach. He had a life, and with someone he cared enough to have a child with. She wasn’t much older than him, he was told he was only nearly twenty himself and yet they were married with a child on the way. He wondered why he didn’t see a ring on his finger when or at least been informed. It had to be complicated for his parents to keep quiet, though he could tell it was a true marriage at least. His parents treated her with care, his mother like she was her very own daughter. They loved her as he once did.
"I’m sorry" he said quietly, he looked down at his wife and gently took her hand, concerned with her well being just a moment ago felt compelled to comfort her. He was his wife after all, pregnant and that he was afraid for the stress put on her and the baby. Rupert said nothing more and pulled her into a hug, looking over at his parents with his chin resting on her head, still confused, a little afraid but attempting to adjust to his situation as best as he could.
It was the first time either one of of them had smiled, a genuinely happy one. He could tell just how sad they still were but he understood the reason why. Rupert was still without memory and there was a question if he would ever regain them back.
Pulling away from Emma slightly, he kept a hand on the small of her back and met his father’s eyes. “Can we go home now?. I’d like to be somewhere I recognize. Maybe we should talk?” He asked Emma.
At first she hadn’t known that anything had happened to him. It was perfectly normal for Rupert to be away for longer than he had expected. Countless times he’d left the house giving her a goodbye kiss and saying “I’ll be back in two weeks” or three….or six; and then it would be longer, but he always came back. He never gave her reason to panic any more than the usual worry that was always in the back of her mind whenever he left home. But now everything was different.
Emma tried to keep up as her in laws rushed down corridor after corridor to find the right room they had been told he was in at the front desk. For a few moments she had forgotten she was carrying their second child in her belly and she wondered why the hell she was so short of breath. She slowed her pace to a brisk walk keeping a few steps behind them. By the time she caught up they were talking to the Healer in charge of Rupert’s care. At first nothing the Healer said particularly alarmed her.
When Severus had showed up with the news that they had found him she had fully expected to find her husband bruised and broken as she had many times in the past, but the term memory loss had never occured to her as a real possibility. Concussions, broken bones maybe even death were all the sort of things she had taken the time to prepare herself for but somehow the thought that he could forget parts of their life together seemed a fate even more terrible than any of that and she had never wanted to consider it.
Rupert’s parents took the lead asking the Healer question after question about their son and all Emma could do was listen quietly and hope for the best. She had a million questions of her own but she knew the only person who could answer them for her was Rupert. She waited anxiously near the door as they were led into his room and given privacy. He knew his parent’s and he seemed scared. She wanted to go to him, to take him in her arms and have him reassure her that he knew her, that he remembered everything about them and that he loved her as he always had.
Finally he caught a glimpse of her and Emma’s heart sank as she knew those reassurances would never come. There was no recognition in his face, she was a stranger to him. It was like having all the air sucked out of the room, or being Crucio’d in the very heart of your being.
She took a steadying breath and put a brave smile on not wanting to alarm him, “Hello Rupert…I’m Emma.” she offered quietly already knowing the question he would ask next and how it would shatter her already delicate resolve.
Rupert looked to his parents, both seemed to recognize her and he wondered who he might be. She looked nothing like him, he have never met her but he knew she belonged somewhere in his life. He opened his mouth to ask but knew the answer from his parents. “not here” he had enough of hearing that today but he wanted to ask anyways. If he wasn’t going to at least get a answer from his own parents he might as well have a try at her. He smiled back shyly and gave a curt nod of his head, noticing her protruding belly.She looked to be quite a way along. “Hello, I’m Ru.. Rupert. Emma. It’s a pleasure to meet you.Who might…you be?” For a moment he felt like pulling a sweater on over his arms, afraid in front of this stranger to see the state he was in.
From her look he could tell she wasn’t quite surprised at them at all and left his hands resting on the bed. He meet her eyes, they were sharp, bright. They had a look about them that he couldn’t quite guess but felt familiar to. She was someone to him, they had told him he lost quite a few years. sure enough she had fit in there somewhere.
"Please, tell me?" he asked, almost begging. Rupert looked at his parent, his mum sad his dad, very much the same. Everyone had the same look and on them. "Can someone say anything? I’ve been here for hours. I can’t remember half my life?. Right.. not here" He sighed deeply, sliding off the bed and pulled on his jacket, quieting his groans and reluctantly taking his mothers help as she turned to him, in her motherly instinct to care for him.
"She’s your wife.." His father had finally spoken and his mother, almost looked at him angrily. "It’s too soon, Richard. he- !" Rupert interrupted her."No.. no..it’s not. I’m okay. I just need a moment" he said, his eyes not leaving Emma, glancing down at her belly he looked at her, with that look he stupidly asked if it was his child.
Still with his mind, confused and hazy he could remember very much in his early days that he had always wanted to be a father, Something that not so common at his age, then but very much on his. This, in fact had made him comforted. In the first time in his hours here, it was one thing that made happy but it was still quite strange and he was sorry not to remember her, him or her or his own wife for that matter.
Sitting silently on his bed at St Mungo’s hospital Rupert stared into space, feeling aches and pains but ignorant of them, in a state of shock and unaware of the world still moving around him. Rupert had woken, healers had told him he had been found and rushed. His injuries had ranged from cuts and bruises, to burns across his back. A few litters his arms and legs. There was also the matter of the memory loss, he had no recollection of the past few years, the last he remembered was seeing his grandmother’s last, he was nine. He looked at himself he had grown since then. He had longer legs, arms and muscles… even hair on his face along his jaw. a little worse for wear he imagined but at least he was alive and now was sitting here almost frightened. According to healers, his parents and Severus he had gone missing for weeks. He was supposed to arrive over a week ago, never did.
He had asked questions but never got an answer. “Not here” they said. Instead he stayed quiet and allowed them to speak and ask their own questions. Rupert had been asked the usual questions. Where he had been born, what year and who his parents. They became more difficult and he found himself unable to answer and saw the faces around him, both his parents, scared themselves for their son.
Rupert remembered those words when the had sat him down, told him he lost ten years. Ten years was long, incredibly long and he had questions still but again he was told not here. Now alone in his room he continued to stare watching the door and waiting for his parents to come through and bring him home already.
It was long before they arrived, entering his room again. His mum kissed his head and his father, as he remembered not usually so affectionate had taken him to his arms. “Mum.. Dad?. Can we go home now?” he asked looking at them before his eyes glanced towards a figure at the door. “Hello?”
Each word he spoke was intoxicating, and she could knew that he spoke them with love and truth. “God I love you…” she breathed, kissing him deeply her tongue delving into his mouth to tangle with his. She pulled away sightly nipping gently and nudging his nose as her hips ground against his own. “There’s no one else I would have married either…” she murmured, her lips trailing along his neck.
“You’re my best friend…the love of my life…my soul mate..” she whimpered, nipping gently at his earlobe. “I’m so close…don’t stop..” she moaned, urging him on with her hips and running her nails up his back.
Rupert moved with her, spurred on be her. The more she touched him he felt on fire, the nails, her lips practically every part of her made him mad with just a simple touch. It was crazy just how much she affected him. He burrowed his face in her neck, kissing biting at her skin just anything he could reach with his mouth while his hands busied themselves touching what they could. He moaned into her shoulder and shivered as her nails dragged along his back. “Emma..” he groaned,
His thrusts quickened in their pace and he went deeper and deeper, his orgasm building as he began to lose control. Rupert bit down on her shoulder and whispers softly. “Cum with me, Emma” before he began to feel himself begin to shudder within her.