The first few weeks of camping went as well as one could except with a group of people who had been raised in wealth, and a boy who had gotten used to the taste of money. Delilah almost found the whole situation to be amusing had their circumstances been different. Perhaps when it was all over she could take them on a proper outdoor excursion, somewhere beautiful with mountains and lakes.

Pyrrhus huffed as they came to a stop above a cliff, hands on his hips and his head thrown back as he tried to catch his breath. "This sort of work isn't for me, Del."

The girl eyed the group, all of them panting save for Tom. She mused over the fact he was most likely winded as well but for the sake of his pride he was refusing to show it. Because breathing was somehow a weakness.

She sighed and dropped her bag. "The sun is setting so we can stop here for the night, we've traveled a decent bit the last three days."

"Is all this camping really necessary?" Olive called out as she sat herself down on a large rock. "It feels like we haven't made any progress at all."

"Well for one, getting to Potter by foot is going to take time. We can't risk using too much magic when we travel. Besides, this gives us time to think rather than just rushing into things." She gave them all a hopeful smile but it didn't do much to lift their spirits.

After lighting a fire and getting their tents set up, they grouped around the flames as they ate and discussed what was to come.

"How exactly would two Elder Wands work? Aren't there rules against that sort of thing?" Abraxas asked.

"What rules?" Pyrrhus replied as he scarfed down some stew, which earned him a look of disgust from Olive.

Delilah fought back a smile as she watched the raven haired boy grin at Olive in response and she rolled her eyes. Perhaps it was the poor lighting but for a moment it looked as if Olive had blushed.

"I don't know, time rules. Rules of existence. The same object from different points in time doesn't seem like something that would have no consequences." Abraxas finished.

"Perhaps," Tom chided. "There's no way to know, though. Given this has never happened before. And if there are consequences, maybe they could work in our favor."

"Bold of you to assume something would work in our favor." Abraxas chided, surely thinking of all that they had lost which led to this moment.

"Moving on to what we do know," Delilah interrupted. "Grindelwald has no way of getting the Resurrection Stone."

"Not unless he plucks it from Tom's cold dead hands." Olive chimed with an innocent smile as she took a bite of her food. At Tom's raised eyebrows she shrugged. "All jokes of course. Who would ever want to kill you?"

Tom laughed dryly. "I'm sure you could give me a list."

"We all could," Abraxas muttered.

Delilah ignored their bickering, though she was happy to be back with everyone again. "We just need to hope Grindelwald doesn't know about Potter. We have to get to the cloak before he does."

"How exactly do you plan on convincing him to give you a family heirloom? Since robbing him is off the table, which I still think is stupid." Pyrrhus sighed as he sprawled out on his blanket and rested his head in Olive's lap. The brunette huffed, as if it was the world's biggest inconvenience but her fingers started playing with his hair a few moments later.

Delilah bit the inside of her cheek. She couldn't exactly approach Potter as if he were Harry. They were completely different people. Telling the man they needed to fight a war lord didn't seem feasible. A thought popped into her head, it was awful but she couldn't think of anything else that may work.

"We could curse him?"

Tom's dark brown eyes slanted towards her and his lips curved up at one side, the fire making the sight of him both sinister and holy. If such a combination could exist, he was the walking definition. A man of ruin wrapped up in a beautiful exterior that could promise her the world but the price was that the earth would turn to ash at their feet. She hated how she didn't hate the idea but shook her head, that was dangerous and foolish thinking.

"I like the way you think," he drawled.

She rolled her eyes. "That's because it's the way you think. But I don't know, nothing harmful, just maybe put him to sleep or something?"

"That's boring." Tom mused and she watched as he dug into the pocket of his jacket and silver glimmered at her. Her stomach knotted uncomfortably at the sight of it and she tried to push the memory of Dumbledore away. Which wasn't too difficult as she watched Tom place the cigarette between his lips and light it.

The sight of him smoking was always worth adoration. It was sinful and alluring and perfectly him in all the ways it shouldn't have been.

"The Imperius Curse would be easier. Make him pliable and he won't even care that we took and and when we bring it back to him, we lift the curse and wipe his memory." Tom finished and she scowled.

"My way is less cruel and less illegal."

"Your way?" He laughed. "Darling, we don't know how long we'll be gone and you want to put him to sleep? The man would starve to death and wouldn't even know it. As for legality, I hardly think there's room for debate on that anywhere in our plan to fight Grindelwald."

She crossed her arms, hating that he was right and hating the stupid smirk playing out across his face as he looked at her. He was too handsome for his own good and despite everything it still irked her.

"Does me being right really annoy you that much?" He looked on the verge of laughing and she wished to slap him if it meant he'd stop looking at her like that.

"You being right will always annoy me."

There were gagging noises across from them on the other side of the fire and Pyrrhus and Olive both mimicked throwing up.

"The two of you are sickening." Pyrrhus said and Olive hummed in agreement.

Delilah blushed but ignored them. Clearly they had their own.. whatever, to figure out. "Well whatever we plan to do, it has to work. We should be at the Potter's by nightfall tomorrow."

That night Delilah couldn't sleep and she was sure Tom wasn't either. Her head rested against him and she listened to the calming beat of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Her mind was racing as it went through all the different ways tomorrow could go. They really needed this to work but as she thought about it, she wasn't sure what being the Master of Death even meant. Would it just make someone immortal? Could they control who dies and when? The thought made her feel dizzy and she wondered what Tom would think about it. Though she was admittedly afraid to ask. She felt as if getting to where he was now was pure luck and such a long road, and if she asked it would all end.

Was he still obsessed with death and living? Did he still wish to be immortal? Did he still want her to join him? As much as she loved him, she couldn't fathom the idea of living forever. Being with him for eternity did seem fanciful and like a dream she couldn't have, but she knew there had to be real consequences to never dying. It seemed like a lonely existence, even if she had Tom. Everyone else they cared about and grew to love would die and it would be a never ending process. She wasn't sure she would ever be able to handle the heartbreak. She imagined losing more people like Elio and her throat closed up at the thought.

"You're thinking too much." Tom muttered quietly, his voice low and drifting around the cold air of the tent.

Delilah felt his fingers drift up to her hair and he started to twirl a few strands of it around his fingers. She sighed, his touch was comforting and quelled her thoughts slightly but they still simmered on the backburner.

  The next day around sunset they arrived in a small village lined with cottages that were covered in overgrowth but they still looked homely. She gnawed at her lip as she spotted the Potter's home and wrung her hands till they hurt. The rest of the group was staying at an Inn more towards the center of the village and she wished she were there right now rather than walking up to the front door of one of Harry's ancestors.

Tom eyed her with a brow raised. "Why are you so nervous?"

"How are you not nervous?"

"Delilah, we've done much worse than asking to borrow a magical cloak and I've seen you fret less. We've broken into government buildings and private property. This is the first time we're asking politely. We'll be fine." His arm slid over her shoulder as they neared and the weight of it was reassuring. What he said was true but she couldn't shake the nerves she felt.

They came to a stop and she watched in anticipation as Tom raised his hand and he knocked sharply on the door twice. A few seconds passed of nothing and she worried they wouldn't answer the door.

"Are you sure they're home?" She whispered.

Tom leaned his head down, "all their lights are on."

"I leave the light on all the time."

"That's because you forget every time I tell you to shut them off before we leave."

"I don't forget, I just-"

The door swung open and it was nearly unsettling how quickly she saw Tom's facial expression change. It was like watching something magical happen right before your eyes, only it was all skin and human and she watched as his muscles warped and his expression lightened into something warm and welcoming. He looked friendly and it was creepy.

"Hello there!" Tom said cheerfully and he nudged Delilah with his elbow, urging her to snap out of her shock.

She blinked and plastered on a painfully happy smile and her voice sounded strange even to her own ears. "Hi!"

An older man in his thirties looked at them with a brow raised and a small, cautionary smile on his face. "Hello?"

Tom cleared his throat and placed a hand to his chest, looking awfully humble and Delilah resisted the urge to laugh as she kept smiling. She wished she would've asked him what his plan was because she felt ridiculous.

"We're terribly sorry to intrude upon you, especially at this hour. I'm sure you're about to have supper with your family." Tom said, his voice all silk and charm with a hint of boyishness in his polite tone.

The man, who she could only assume was Mr. Potter, relaxed a bit. The more that she looked at him, she saw hints of Harry. Most notably the wild dark hair.

"Oh it's alright, are you two new? I don't think we've met before."

Tom nodded his head. "Yes, we just moved in, in that blue cottage that's across town? And thought we ought to introduce ourselves."

She recalled earlier when they first got to the village that there were a few houses for sale. Tom's eyes had lingered but she hadn't thought much of it then.

"You two just moved in? You look quite young."

Tom shrugged, a boyish smile on his features and she felt him slip something cold onto her finger before he raised her hand. "What can I say, I only just proposed but we got excited and wanted to move things along."

Delilah blinked down at the ring on her finger. His ring. She knew they were only lying to the man but it was odd to both see and hear it come out of Tom's mouth. She pushed through her bewilderment and clutched at Tom's arm as if she was his love struck fiancee.

"Can you blame me for wanting to rush? I mean, look at him." She said breathlessly and gazed up at him in adoration. She pressed her lips together in a tight smile as she met Tom's eyes and she noticed he too, was trying so very hard not to laugh.

Potter clapped his hands and his smile was wide, believing in their act. "Well, this calls for some celebration. Both for you and being our new neighbors." He stepped aside and waved an arm. "Please, come in."

When he turned his back, Tom and Delilah looked at each other. She couldn't believe that worked, the next step was just winning him over enough that he let them borrow the cloak.