Somehow, I managed to calm him down after that. He was still upset, but he seemed to be in a much better state. When I finally convinced him to go lie down, I began to cry. I stayed silent so that he wouldn’t hear me, but I was sobbing so hard I could barely breathe. My heart was pounding, and it felt like it would never slow down. I was completely horrified.
The next time I saw him, he apologized for his behavior. I could tell he still wasn’t back to how he had been before, but he did seem apologetic. That set me at ease. I felt like things were better. I felt confident that he would never again suggest anything so irrational as me committing murder and I felt he would never do it himself, either.
My confidence was misplaced, though. That became apparent one night when I went over to Harvey’s flat after work. He hadn’t been waiting for me, which was a bit unusual, but I figured he was at his place, so I went over there.
I had my own key, so I let myself in. And what I saw when I closed the door behind me, I will never forget. Lysander was there, strapped to a chair, with Harvey’s shadow partially covering him. There were two wands in Harvey’s hand, and I knew one of them was Lysander’s.
I had no idea how Harvey had gotten him there, but he had somehow. When my eyes met with Lysander’s, my breath caught in my throat. I was at a complete loss. I hadn’t been expecting that situation at all. I thought Harvey had been fine, but I was clearly wrong about that.
“What are you doing?” I screamed at Harvey.
When he turned to look at me, he smiled.
“You’re finally here,” he said. “I was hoping you would get here soon.”
“You need to let him go,” I told him.
His eyes were shining with something that seemed to me like hope. It was like he thought this was the beginning of something amazing and we were going to be a part of it.
“But this is the only way we can be together, Lucy,” he said.
Lysander gave me a pleading look. It was obvious that Harvey had done something to him so that he couldn’t speak. But his look said everything. I could tell all at once that he hated me for this but that he was clinging to the hope that I could stop Harvey.
But I couldn’t stop Harvey. I wanted to, I wanted to more than anything. But before I could even bring out my wand, there was a flash of green and the light in Lysander’s eyes died. Tears were filling my eyes and my body was shaking so much I thought I was going to lose balance and fall over.
I began to scream after that. I screamed and screamed and screamed. It felt like the only thing I could do.
The man I loved had just been murdered before my eyes.