Oooh! I love this post! I hope Abigail's okay.. Can't wait until the next part!! Good Job Emily!

Hey Em it's been so long since I've read your stories, but I'm back up to date on this one now and it's bloody amazing =)
I love how you thought of bringing back all of her ex-boyfriends even if i hate what they did and are, if that made any sense haha
Christelle and Charlie are still amazingly perfect for each other and I can just picture Abigail looking all adorable in her green jacket and all...it just seems adorable. I'm so glad that they're having triplets!!!! That's so amazing!

PS...I love the name Jesse

love the story and you, you are truly amazing <3
Lauren

PPS (lol) ...I'm working on continuing the new version of "A Twist In the Story" via this SS account seen as SarahLestrange was hacked I'll PM you once I have it all started up again, if i can swing it

OMG, Ems, you're amazing!

I do hope my namesake is going to be perfectly fine! It was so heartwrenching when she asked if she was going to heaven with Fred!
The scary thing is I have a fever and a cough, but this could be anything!

And I hope when you say 'interesing', you don't pan on killing anyone?

New short post!

“What took you so long?” Charlie hissed as Christelle appeared in front of him, quickly followed by Bill.

“We were talking,” Bill answered nonchalantly. Charlie’s eyes narrowed at him before he turned around, making his way towards the front desk.

He spoke in low voices as he glanced around anxiously before the woman, who was obnoxiously smacking her Muggle bubble gum, told them that the children’s Healers were on the sixth floor.

Around thirty minutes later, they had found out that Abigail had acquired the Wizard Flu. As Charlie and Christelle talked to the Healer about Abigail’s antibiotics, Bill and Arthur stood watch around them. But, as soon as Arthur turned to speak quietly with Bill, Abigail ran down the hall and towards the large window that showcased the newborn babies. She thought they were absolutely cute, just like some of her baby dolls back at home. She leaned against the glass, her face almost smashed against it as she watched some of them squirm.

“Hey, pretty girl, which one is yours?” a man asked with a small smile as he knelt down to her level.

Abigail ducked shyly as she giggled. “I’m not old enough to be a mummy!” she told him.

The man laughed gently at her as he glanced around quickly. This is my chance, he thought. None of them are paying attention. “Want to see which one is mine?” he asked her in a whisper. She nodded fervently so he picked her up so she could peer around the back of the room.

And that’s when Abigail heard her mother’s strangled scream.

“Get the hell away from her!” Charlie shouted as he pulled his wand from his back pocket and ran forward.

“Abigail!” Christelle yelled as she pulled her wand out, too.

Abigail wiggled to get out of the man’s grasp. She didn’t like the look her parents were giving the strange man she’d just met. He now seemed wrong to her. But the man’s grasp tightened instead of loosening and he laughed maniacally as he snapped his fingers and vanished from view, taking Abigail with him.

Abigail screamed out, tears now streaking down her face as she thrashed wildly in the man’s arms. She dug her nails into his wrist, but he just laughed more, barely flinching.


What do you think?

Hey Emily. I can't bare to think of the anguish Christelle and Charlie are going through. The moment they saw their baby in the arms of that man began a whole new nightmare for them. The terror is too real. And I hope they find the guy and, well, I won't say what I hope happens, I'll just say, I hope he is caught, and unable to ever snatch another child again, or any other evil deed. Maybe Abigail will bite his nose, if he thinks her struggles are so funny. I'll be watching for your next post.

Hey Emily!

Long time no see, well read! If you know what I mean.

Great posts I thought I should check in to see how the story is. Brilliant!

I hope Abigail is OK, I would be gutted if something happened to her.

Are you being serious?!
You CANNOT leave it there!
This is just plain cruel, leaving us hanging that this!
I'm setting Ali on you for this one!

at the biting his nose. You'll see what happens soon enough...
Thanks, Connie
Hey, Katie!
I do. Are your exams still going on?
Thanks, Katie
Ha, like I'm giving you any clues...

Yes, Ma'am, I am. Honestly, you should have expected it.

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This is just plain cruel, leaving us hanging that this!

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I'm setting Ali on you for this one!

Now, THAT is cruel.



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“What just happened?” Bill asked as he stared at the spot where Abigail had just disappeared. Arthur sent a Patronus to Harry and Kingsley as Charlie and Christelle locked eyes.

“We’ll get her back,” he said gruffly without looking away from her.

“We have to,” Christelle whispered.

“Everybody to the Burrow; we’re meeting them there. Now.” Arthur’s stony glare got everybody into movement, and within seconds, they were Apparating to the Weasley homestead. George and Angelina ushered them into the kitchen, where Molly, Fleur, Ginny, and Hermione were already waiting. Harry and Ron were talking in hushed tones with Kingsley in the corner and Bill immediately went to join them.

Everyone froze as they heard a tapping on the window, and Molly was the first to move as she went to let the brown owl into the kitchen. It soared through the room, landing on the kitchen table and putting its leg out. Molly detached the letter and the bird flew off, leaving everyone to stare after it before they all turned their gazes to Molly and the letter.

“It—it’s for Charlie and Christelle,” Molly said warily as she turned to look at her son and daughter-in-law.

Charlie took it wordlessly as he glanced at his wife. He tore the envelope and unfolded the parchment. Christelle read it over his shoulder, her eyes narrowing and her features hardening with every sentence.

“Absolutely not. It’s out of the question!” Charlie told her fiercely.

“We don’t have a choice.” Christelle locked gazes with him as the letter in his hand fell from his grasp and flitted to the floor. His gaze ran down her body, stopping pointedly at her nearly flat stomach.

“Chris, think about this,” he whispered, his eyes still on her belly.

“I am thinking about this, Charlie. I’m thinking about Abigail. Are you coming or not?” she whispered.

His eyes snapped back to her face and he nodded morosely. He held his hand out and she took it.

“Wait just a minute!” Bill boomed loudly. “We’re coming to wherever you’re going,” he told them.

“No, you’re not,” Christelle told him with a glare. “If anybody else comes, Abigail dies. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have some unfinished business to tend to,” she responded icily.

The two swiftly left the kitchen, walking briskly beyond the yard, and everyone watched as they disappeared from view.

George silently picked up the fallen letter and let his eyes rake over it.

“Well?” Bill asked impatiently.

“It says for them, and them alone, to meet him at the place where Chris and Bobby first met. Anybody have any idea where that is?” he asked the room at large. Almost everybody’s eyes fell onto Ginny immediately, knowing that she and Christelle were very close. But Bill’s eyes strayed to the window, where he had watched his brother and sister-in-law disappear to perhaps their deaths.

“Harry,” Bill said quietly, but everyone ceased their discussion on the topic and glanced at him.

“Yes, Bill?” Harry asked hesitantly.

“Not a word,” he whispered as he met the man’s green eyes.

Harry nodded in understanding. Harry, of course having to ‘interrogate’ Christelle on the case about Bobby the first time and this time, knew of where Christelle and Bobby had first met, but he knew that information couldn’t be given lightly. They both knew that Abigail’s life would be in a far greater danger if they all showed up. They just needed to have faith that Charlie and Christelle could do it. Because if anybody could do it, Bill knew it’d be those two.

“How long?” Harry asked him after they silently stared at each other.

Bill contemplated that question for a long while, his gaze once again lingering to the backyard. “Thirty minutes,” he decided and Harry nodded while he pushed a hand through his untidy hair.


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Hey Emily. I'll have to wait that hour for longer than the story hour huh? It's gonna be rough, but I'll wait. I'm wondering where they met. And what they expect to happen when they get there. I think an hour is too long to wait. To much time to have things happen. Nice work Emily. I'll be watching for your next chapter.

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Now, THAT is cruel.

She'll attack when you least expect it
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Ooo where are they going. Poor Abi. She's such a we cutie too Christle and Charlie are great! You write them so well as parents...
And by the way, Hello, how are you, cause I've not been on and I'm catching up lol!
S xx

Yes, you did, but wait no longer!
You'll find out soon, and yes, I guess it is a bit long to wait an entire hour; I was actually thinking about changing it to thirty minutes or something... Duels can take a while, right?
Thanks, Connie
Will you make her stand down if I give you a post?

That's for me to know, and you to find out!
Awe, thanks, Sophie!
I've been doing okay, just trying to figure a few things out and finish writing these stories. What about you? How do you think you did on your exams? Are you ready for Rome?


So, I would like to apologize for not updating this story as much as I used to... I think I had writer's block for a little bit, but now I'm back, and I've figured out what to do and how to approach this story, and I must say it is coming to an end quickly, but you still have a couple more posts before that happens. And I know this may sound like Déjà vu, but I mean it this time!

Now, without further ado, here is the new post!


“We need to come to an understanding, Charlie,” Christelle said quickly and he glanced at her.

“About?” Charlie inquired.

“If you get to Abigail first,” Christelle began and Charlie made an indignant sound as he realized where this was going. “No, Charlie, I don’t want to hear it! This is Abigail’s life we’re talking about! If you get to her first, you take her and run.” Christelle stared at him pleadingly and he finally nodded.

They knew that their chances weren’t good. The probability of all three getting out of it was very low. But they also knew that they weren’t giving up. They would fight until their last breath.

“Ready?” Christelle whispered as they stopped right outside of the Burrow’s fenced in yard.

Charlie pulled Christelle closer and kissed her hard on the mouth, knowing that it could possibly be the last time. After he pulled away, he whispered, “Yeah, now I’m ready.”

Christelle held his hand tightly in hers as she Apparated them to the outskirts of the village in Bulgaria; the place where the Harpies had played their Quidditch match against the Bulgarian National Team the year she had met Bobby.

Christelle looked around warily as Charlie took her hand. She nodded determinedly as she started a brisk walk to the other side of the village. They passed unknowing bystanders as they made their way to a pub around the corner.

*
“Where’s my mummy?” the strawberry blonde little five-year-old whimpered. Abigail was huddled in the far corner of a pale pink bedroom. The room looked like it was cleaned more than once a day and smelled faintly of Pine Sol cleaning products. She was curled in a ball, crying as she stared in fear at the man that had taken her away from her mother and father.

“She’ll be coming to get you soon, don’t you worry,” the man laughed sadistically as he eyed his prey maliciously. He flicked his wand once and little Abigail screamed in pain.

*
“Where now?” Charlie asked impatiently as Christelle looked around the pub for any sign of her ex-boyfriend or daughter. She cautiously walked toward a booth in the corner without answering her husband.

“Is anybody watching us, Charlie?” Christelle asked quietly.

Charlie glanced around, his brow furrowing. “No, I don’t think they can even see us… Why?”

Without answering, Christelle brandished her wand and flicked it once. Letters on the wall by the booth immediately appeared. Charlie took a step closer for a better look while Christelle mulled over the words.

Now, to the place you despise. I always thought we'd meet at a dinner someplace, but under threat is nice, too. Tell me, Christy; did you really think you could escape this place for good? Did you honestly think you could escape me for good?

“Chris?” Charlie asked in concern as he grabbed his wife’s shoulder.

“Time to go back to the Jeffries Mansion,” Christelle murmured as she grasped Charlie’s hand and dragged him out of the pub and back down the street to their Apparition Point.

They disappeared with a faint POP, reappearing in front of her childhood home. The mansion looked the same, but more gloomy. The clouds were dark and there was a faint drizzle as they walked towards the gate of the house.

Christelle stopped them and appraised Charlie before she turned her wand on him and muttered a spell. A zipping sound filled the silent street and Charlie glanced down to the new vest he was now wearing.

“What’s this?” he asked apprehensively.

“It’s a bulletproof vest,” she told him flatly while repeating the same spell for herself. “If the Muggles have weapons, they’re most likely guns or knives. This will protect you from the guns, but my advice would be to just not get hit,” she said with a shrug.

Charlie took her trembling hands in one of his and tilted her chin up with his other hand.

“She’s going to be fine. We’ll get her back,” he told her gently.

“She better be,” Christelle whispered. She grabbed her wand again and Charlie grasped his securely as they quietly walked up the walkway.

*
“Who are you?” a blonde woman asked snidely. The three men laughed humorously as they ignored her question and flicked their wrists again, the woman crumpling on the floor in pain.

Another man, who sat on the floor in the corner of his parlor, looked on in half boredom, half exhaustion. The woman raised her head and locked eyes with him, but he looked at her as if she were just another person, another person he didn’t care for, rather than his wife.

“John! Do something! Please!” Janet begged, but John made no move, and the three men that watched them chuckled.

“He doesn’t care about you. He doesn’t care that we’re about to kill you,” one man laughed.

Janet still stared at her husband, her eyes begging, before she screamed out again from another curse.

“Why can’t you just leave us alone?” Janet rasped.

“Don’t worry; I’m sure your Mudblood daughter will be here soon to save you."


What do you think?

Oh no! Abigail and Janet! I like them both!

I hope that wasn't Christelle and Charlie's last kiss, if it is I will hunt you down Emily!

You have killed plenty people off in other stories, I'm expecting tragedy but I hope it isn't too destructive.

I liked this, it was a great read for my first time back on in a while

Hey Emily. I figured they'd end up at her childhood home. I hope Harry talks Bill into going now instead of, wait... duels you say? OK hang on.... So! They can be dueling and Harry and the others, show up (if I figured it right then surely Harry would too) and they see one of them running out with poor little Abigail, and they rush in and nab the rotten scum before anyone else gets hurt. AND... they save Janet also. John gets what everyone else gets.

I hope you don't pay any attention to me thinking this stuff up, cause it is just to put my mind off of poor little Abigail being tortured. I'll be watching for your next.

Oh my gosh, I've missed so much! How dare Bobby take Abigail like that!!! I hope Christelle and Charlie get there in time! Keep it up, Emily. I can't wait until the next part!

Oh my gosh!!!! I hope they can save Janet and Abigail in time and that John and all Christelle's ex-boyfriends rot 6 feet under! Ugh! They disgust me! ...sorry had to get that out....*blush* I hope everything is okay and that there is a big epic battle, but that the Order wins

love the posts, you're such a great author

btw..it's okay that you havent sent a reply yet, the Canada Post is on strike at the moment so even if you did i might not get it right away, plus it gives me more time to work on the project i told you about

ps....I submitted the story Jesse started writing today

love you <3

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“How many?” Christelle asked as Charlie finished his wand work.

“Three in the foyer, two more in the halls, five in the parlor, and two in a bedroom up the stairs.”

“Right. Ready?” she asked him as she rolled her shoulders back and took a deep breath.

“Yes,” Charlie replied tersely.

“Find Abi and get out,” Christelle demanded firmly before blasting off the door and sending stunners at the surprised body guards.

Definitely Muggles, Christelle thought as one of the men threw a dagger in her direction. Charlie intercepted with the flick of his wand, and the dagger flew back the way it came, landing in the guy’s leg. He grunted as he slid down to the floor, Christelle quickly shot ropes out of her wand and tied him up before quickly turning to the tall blonde, Derek, that was currently pulling a gun from his inside jacket pocket.

She stunned him quickly and turned to Charlie who had just finished the third.

She nodded toward the hallway, where they could hear footsteps approaching. They raised their wands, the room showcasing so many lights; it could be a firework display. They started shooting spells at the two new arrivals while the men threw curses back.

*
“Ah-ah-ah, it seems your mummy and daddy have arrived,” the man cooed to the girl that was a tangle of limbs on the floor. The little girl said nothing as she cried, knowing that it would cause more pain and torture.

Bobby listened carefully to the sounds downstairs, anxiously waiting for his obsession to arrive. It wasn’t even about the leaving him all those years ago that’s caused him to take action anymore; it’s the fact that they made him go to that terrible place with those soul sucking demons. Shudder.

Okay, so maybe that was a lie. Nobody can just leave Bobby Tatum, send him to Azkaban, and get away with it. That’s not how it worked. He’s the one in control. He’s the one that does the breaking and sending. Not her. And for Christelle to test him like that, well, she had it coming to her.

As he glared down at the lump on the floor, he heard approaching footsteps, and then the door was blasted off its hinges.

*
Bobby turned around slowly, lazily, his wand limp at his side. Christelle and Charlie stood united in the doorway, their wands pointing at his chest with glares on their faces.

Christelle was sporting a gash on her right cheek and, though you couldn’t see it due to her jeans, a bruise on her left thigh. Charlie seemed to have gotten the brunt of the attack, with a large bruise on his cheek bone, a cut on his lip, blood seeping from a spot on his waist. He was also limping slightly as they moved into the room.

“Well, well, well, it’s about time you showed up,” Bobby taunted as he twisted his wand around in his hand. “Very impressive to get this far with just the two of you,” he continued. “I almost thought that she didn’t mean much to you.” Christelle and Charlie flickered their eyes down at the floor, where their daughter was curled up and shaking. Her eyes were closed, but the tears running down her cheeks were hard to miss.

“Give me one reason I shouldn’t kill you right now,” Christelle spat.

“Now, would you really want to scar her like that?” Bobby asked sweetly.

“You’ve scarred her enough on your own, thanks,” Charlie hissed.

“Tell me, Ginger, is she really worth it? Is she really worth the hassle?” Bobby leered at him.

“Step away from our daughter, now,” Charlie said dangerously as his grip tightened on his wand.


*What do you think?

Oh my gosh! So much action!!! Why Emily? Why did you leave it a cliff hanger??!! D:
jk. Love ya! I can't wait until you post more!

Hey Emily. I'm so glad Charlie and Christelle arrived in time to rescue Abigail. I wish she hadn't been tortured. I'm wondering why didn't Bobby get blown away the moment they burst in the room. Is the room booby trapped or something? Bobby is to confident sitting there not trying to defend himself or anything. And I don't think he's really counting on them not wanting to scar Abigail. I think it actually sounds like he is egging them on. Guess I'll have to wait and see.

oh my god emily!!! that was amazing!!!! i can't wait for the next chapter to find out what happens next!!!!! eeeeekkkkkk!!!!!!

Because I love to keep people in suspense and guessing
Thank you!
Don't worry, I have a thing that will somewhat remedy that...
Erm, no, not really. When the blasted the door open, it didn't exactly reach them. The room was rather large, I guess, so the blast wasn't enough to actually knock him down...
He's definitely egging them on
Thanks, Connie. More soon!
Thanks, Ren!

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“Step away from our daughter, now,” Charlie said dangerously as his grip tightened on his wand.

“Why would I do that?” Bobby chuckled as he squatted down next to Abigail. He pushed the hair from her face and she flinched back.

“I warned you,” Christelle growled as a light protruded from the end of her wand and Bobby flew across the room, laughing uproariously.

Charlie swooped down and picked up Abigail before turning and trying to hand her to Christelle, hoping that she’d leave with their daughter and leave him to deal with Bobby, but she shook her head, her eyes still drawn on her ex-boyfriend.

“I have unfinished business to tend to,” she whispered.

“Chris, please,” Charlie pleaded softly.

She met his eyes with a small smile. “Take her home. I’ll be there in a bit,” she told him gently. He looked like he was about to argue, but Bobby stood up, his wand in hand.

Charlie stared at Christelle intently, mouthing “I love you,” before he disappeared through the door and down the hall.

“Do you honestly think you can beat me, Christy?” Bobby coughed. He spat the blood from his mouth onto the bright pink rug on the floor as he stared at her in amusement.

“You’re too weak,” he leered.

“You’ve gone too far, Bobby. Hurt me, fine. But when you bring my family—my daughter—into this, then you’d better be ready for the consequences.”

“Consequences?” he laughed. “What are you going to do to me? Scream me to death?”

Christelle narrowed her eyes as she sent a curse flying at his head. He easily deflected it with a snort.

“You’ll have to try harder than that, Christy,” he told her as he sent a jinx at her legs. She jumped to the left while sending him a stunner.

“I’m not as weak as you make me out to be, Bobby,” she snarled.

“No?” he asked mirthlessly.

“No,” she said defiantly as she threw a curse at him, which he ducked away from. The spell hit the wall, exploding. Wood and glass flew through the air everywhere, too fast for anyone to escape the debris.

Everything was silent as the mess settled and the dust cleared. And then, like in those cliché vampire movies, where an arm raises from the ground in a cemetery when a vampire is ‘born’, an arm collided with wood and glass, shooting into the air, followed by a very beaten up body.

The figure looked around the room once, warily, before stumbling over the explosion and down the hall, limping heavily.


What do you think?

OMG! that was awesome! i love how you said "Like in those cliche vampire movies" haha I really hope Christelle is okay and that Bobby is dead....wait....OMG!!!! What about the babies????? They better be okay!! AHHHHH!!!! I'm going insane not knowing if they're okay!!!!! PAMS PAMS PAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
love you!
Lily <3

Oh wow! This was really good!

You know you said 'atleast we arent in the same country', well on Saturday I go to Florida for three weeks. I will get you!

I hope it was Chris that got up Please!!!!

OMG! Christelle better be okay!!