Sooo, I was thinking about doing a character story dealing with Christelle, starting when she was a baby with her parents and stuff... What do you guys think? I can't decide if I want to or not...

Ooh, you stole my idea!

I like it though!
Knowing about Christelle would be great...

You should do one for Emily too...

You don't mind do you? It is sorta where I got the idea... But I still don't know if I'm going to...

OMG! Emily please don't let this be the cliff-hanger u were talking about! Please? I really wanted to see them get married and have at least pregnancy news or something? Please pams?

Love,
*lauren*

Nope, not quite. I'll tell you when it's the last one. And no promises on your requests I'll probably post tomorrow Love you!

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Christelle stayed outside for quite a few minutes until she heard a POP from the front of the house and assumed Charlie had arrived. She walked slowly inside, slipping her everything’s-okay-smile on her face. She met Charlie in the kitchen and he kissed her cheek lightly as Bill gave him a look.

Christelle glared once at him and he turned his attention to his wife.

“What was that about?” Charlie whispered in her ear as he led her to the living room.

“Nothing,” she said with a smile as they sat beside Harry and Ginny on the couch. The memories of her first visit to the Burrow ran through her mind as they were all squished together.

“You’re being kind of quiet; everything okay?” Charlie whispered in her ear. She nodded silently without looking at him. “Seriously, Chris, I can tell something’s wrong. What’s going on?” Charlie persisted after studying how distant she was being toward him.

“Look, I’m just tired. I’ll see you at—” she swallowed the lump in her throat before continuing, “—home.” She got up from the couch quickly and headed toward the kitchen. She murmured something of the same excuse to Molly and then left.

***
Christelle wiped at her tears quickly as she unlocked the door. She took off her coat and boots and hung them up after flinging her keys onto the kitchen counter. She slowly made her way to their bedroom, hesitating at the door as she glared at the bedside table.

“I have to know,” she whispered as she slowly made her way to the table. She sat on the edge of the bed and drew a deep breath before plunging forward. It wasn’t even hidden—it was sitting right on top, almost as if he looked at it constantly. Christelle’s silent tears made their way down her cheeks as she stared at the moving picture of Charlie and Christelle laughing as they zoomed down the road on his motorcycle.

It was too much. And Christelle was at her breaking point. She had sworn she wouldn’t do this again—go down this road with another man again. And then Charlie came, and it was Charlie and he promised her he wasn’t the same. And yet, he lied. She tried to tell herself that maybe he hadn’t looked at it since he met her, but when she went to put the picture back, a mane of blonde hair—her blonde hair—caught her eye. It was a picture of her and Ginny at one of their matches, and it was definitely taken after Charlie and Christelle had started dating. And yet, it was under the picture of Charlie and Giselle?

She wasn’t going to stick around when yet another person cheated on her—she had had enough.

“Christelle! Where are you and what the bloody hell is going on? My whole family is telling me I’ve done something wrong. Bill glares at me and tells me I messed this one up. I have no idea what he’s talking about, so why don’t you enlighten me? What happened?” Charlie asked as he started for their bedroom. By the end of his rant, he was leaning against the doorframe as he stared at her. And then he finally saw her and what she was holding. “Wait! I can explain, Chris. Don’t get the wrong idea!” he said quickly as she started standing. He noticed the tears and panicked even more.

“Don’t bother, I’ve seen enough,” Christelle said angrily as she made for her Quidditch bag. “I’ll get the rest of my things another time. I’m leaving.”

“No, you’re not. Look, I haven’t looked at that picture since I’ve even met you, Chris!” he pleaded as he made his way toward her. He stopped in his tracks as she lifted her head to glare at him. He had lied again. She flung the two pictures at him as she swept past him.

She quickly grabbed the coat and boots she had just taken off and Apparated back to the Burrow. Without so much as a glance at the people in the kitchen, she ran into the living room. She knew she only had minutes, maybe seconds before Charlie got there too, and she wanted to be gone when he got there.

“Chris!” Ginny exclaimed upon seeing her. Christelle held up a hand and Ginny stopped in her tracks immediately.

“I’m not going to put you between me and your brother. I was wondering if it would be possible for me to stay with you and Harry for a day or so while I find a new flat. And then I’ll be out of everybody’s hair.” Christelle was breathing deeply by the time she finished as she stared at Ginny, but Ginny was staring past Christelle, at someone else. And as she turned around, she realized she had had less time than she thought.

“You’re not going anywhere until you let me explain,” Charlie whispered, his face a very nice shade of red.


What do you think?
Only two posts left if I don't decide to continue it

nnnaaww I think Chris should let Charlie explain

No promises

Ahhhhh! OMG! Charlie is a total a** if he's likethe others {which I REALLY hope he isn't}!
I hope they stay together but he needs to be honest.

PS...why was his face red?

Love you. <3
*lily*

good one waiting for more...

I shall tell you nothing
Ohh, I just kind of see it as a Weasley trait... He was mad and upset about the situation, which you'll find out more about.
Thanks, Ren Love you!
Thank you! I'll post more soon!

Last post before the Epilogue


“You’re not going anywhere until you let me explain,” Charlie whispered, his face a very nice shade of red.

“There’s nothing to explain.”

“Like hell there isn’t. There’s nothing going on between Giselle and me, end of discussion. There isn’t and there never will be.”

“I haven’t even looked at that picture since I met you, Chris,” she mocked. “It’s all lies, Charlie! I can’t trust you anymore!” Christelle backed up slightly as Charlie moved forward.

“These pictures prove nothing! So what if I looked at them recently. It’s a part of my past and it’s staying there. I’m with you, aren’t I?” Charlie asked through clenched teeth. Christelle faintly noticed that every single Weasley was now in the living room.

“Then why lie? Why not be up front about it, Charlie?” Christelle screamed at him and he stopped moving. He was hiding something and she was going to make him admit to it.

“I was trying to protect you! It was nothing! It meant nothing!” Charlie ranted.

“What meant nothing, Charlie?” Christelle whispered. “What is it that you’re hiding from me?”

“Please don’t so this, Christelle. Not after everything we’ve been through,” Charlie said quietly.

“Is that the excuse you’re going to use? That everything we’ve been through was hard and you couldn’t take it, so you turned to the next person,” Christelle whispered venomously as tears welled in her eyes. “I tried to leave and you asked me not to. I give you my heart and you break it. What more do you want from me, Charlie?”

“It’s not like that… Please, don’t,” Charlie said shakily.

“Then tell me what happened! Stop lying to me!”

“We kissed! Is that what you want me to say, Christelle? It hurts, doesn’t it?” he asked harshly as she cried openly. “And that’s what I tried to protect you from—the pain. That kiss meant nothing, Chris. She kissed me when we were working, and I swear I tried to get her off me,” Charlie pleaded.

“At first, right? You tried to stop it at first? But then, you gave in. I’m not an idiot, Charlie Weasley, and I’m not going through this again.”

“No! Stop! Don’t you dare leave! After everything I’ve done for you and you won’t even hear me out!” Charlie shouted as he started to walk toward her again.

“So, now we’re to the make-me-feel-guilty part, are we?” Christelle whispered as she wiped at her eyes.

“Chris, please just listen,” Charlie began.

“Why are you fighting this?” she whispered. “I’m making it easier for you. Now you don’t have to sneak behind my back to see her. Now she and you can live happily ever…after,” she whispered. She faltered on the ‘after’ part as Charlie continued to stalk forward, successfully trapping her in the corner of the room.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I want you and only you?” Charlie asked quietly.

“What more do you want from me, Charlie?” she yelled suddenly. “I can’t do this all again! I can’t go through another cheating relationship, hoping that they’ll finally get a clue! You promised me and you broke that promise, and I’m done! What more do you want? Do you want to finish it by hitting me too? Here, let me help!” she screamed as tears slithered down her cheeks and neck. She grabbed Charlie’s wrists and started slapping herself with his hands.

“Why won’t you listen? Why won’t you let me in?” Charlie shouted as he easily got out of her hold and grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her.

“Because I trusted you! The first one I’ve trusted since I was three and had a pet cat. The only person I’ve ever truly trusted and let in, and you betrayed me!” she yelled back before her shoulders slumped and her head bowed. She didn’t have the energy to do this anymore. She didn’t want to do this anymore. It only hurt more.

“I never meant to betray you,” Charlie said in a choked whisper.

“It doesn’t really matter what you meant or not, it’s what you did that counts,” she whispered back, still refusing to meet his gaze.

He shifted her wrists so that they were both in one of his hands as he took his other and tilted her chin to look at him. She met his eyes briefly before they returned to the ground. They were misleading, and she was done being misled. He cupped her cheek in his hand as she tried to fidget away from him. And then his lips locked on hers. He tried to put everything in his kiss—the anger, the frustration, the love—but she refused to kiss him back.

“Kiss me back, Chris,” he whispered before kissing her again. Still no response. He growled in frustration as his hand moved from her cheek to her hair. “Kiss me, love,” he whispered again, but she still refused to give him anything. Why should she give him one more thing from her when all he does is turn around and do it to someone else?

“I love you… Always you… No one else,” he murmured between kissed. He gently bit her top lip when she gave no response, and the surprise made her gasp. Charlie used the opportunity to deepen the kiss as she stared at him. And he stared right back. His blue orbs showed no betrayal, nothing but pure love. And when her eyes fluttered to a close, she finally kissed him back.

When they broke apart for air, he hugged her to him tightly and she buried her face in his neck. “I want you moved to a different location in Romania, work wise,” she mumbled. Everyone in the room, including Charlie, chuckled lightly as Molly announced that if there were no other disruptions, dinner was ready. As they started for the backyard, Bill, George, and Ginny hit Charlie on some part of his body. He took it with a tiny smile as he hugged Christelle more closely.

“I’ll win your trust back somehow,” Charlie promised.


What do you think?

nnaawww LOVED it! haha brilliant. I'm glad it worked out

Thanks, Emily

Alrighty, well here is the very last post, th Epilogue. I hope you enjoy and don't hate me too much at the end.


It was bright throughout the room. Christelle, in Charlie’s t-shirt, was draped across his chest as sun leaked in through the window. As she played with Charlie’s hair, she reflected on the past six years with this man. The fights. The laughs. The everything. And then she recalled the first year, specifically that one morning they spent at the Ministry, during a trial. No matter how hard she tried, she wasn’t going to be able to let it slip from her memory, especially not today of all days. She knew Charlie had forgotten what today was, and she knew it was because he didn’t think Bobby a threat anymore. She glanced at the wedding band around her finger, wishing that just because it was there, Bobby wouldn’t come for her. But of course he would. He had promised her he would when he was being taken out of the room and to his new jail cell. The words still echoed through her mind to this day.

When I get out, I will find you. And when I do, you will have nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. And nobody to hide behind. You’re mine, and you best not forget that.

The hearing was a nightmare. She had told the Wizengamot everything that had happened, from her being attacked that first night, and then all of the times after with the apartment and Charlie. And after she had spoken, Bobby had come out.

He didn’t even try to deny any of it. He admitted to it, and when they had asked him how he pulled some of it off, he answered honestly with a menacing smile.

He had used a spell that a teacher at Durmstrang had taught him for what happened at the apartment. It only triggers when the person it was made for walks into the targeted room. Of course the spell was originally made for little love notes to lovers and significant others, or reminders, not for threats.

And then, at the Burrow, he ran into an old friend—Viktor Krum—who was more than willing to show his old friend the way to the Weasleys. Bobby had lied to Viktor about being invited by Fleur, and not knowing how to get there. So, once he was showed the way, he slipped in and hid out in one of the bedrooms. And then it was just a matter of waiting out. It would have worked with any member of the family, but Bobby had said it was icing on the cake that it had been Charlie to come into the room.

And that left the club, which really was a matter of circumstance. Bobby had admitted he hadn’t planned that one—that it just happened. And there he was, sitting in the middle of the courtroom, staring at Christelle with a twisted smile as he said his parting words. And then he was taken away.

Christelle shivered involuntarily at the memory, which made her husband stir. She bit her lip to hold back the giggle from escaping as she watched how cute he was with his facial expressions. And then she screamed.

“Charlie!” she squealed as he flipped them over and pinned her to the bed. He buried his head in her hair and breathed in her enticing scent.

“You’re going to wake Abigail,” he whispered in her ear, making her shiver. He nibbled on her lobe for a second before making his way to her lips. “Why are you so tense on this gorgeous morning?” he murmured.

“No reason,” she lied. He pulled back slightly to arch an eyebrow at her and she smiled.

“Hmmm, well it seems I’m going to have to ease your tension,” he whispered after a moment’s thought. She laughed quietly before being silenced by his mouth.

“Mummy? Daddy?” a little voice said sleepily as a tiny little knock sounded on their door. Charlie kissed Christelle once more before rolling out of bed and opening their bedroom door.

A tiny girl with strawberry blonde hair and freckles was rubbing at her eyes with one hand while the other hugged her stuffed dragon, Tutu, to her chest with her thumb in her mouth. Charlie smiled sweetly at his daughter when she looked up at him.

“I heard you talking,” she explained around her thumb.

“Why are you up so early, Abi?” Christelle asked from the bed.

“I couldn’t sleep. I feel like something bad is going to happen today. And I keep hearing somebody laugh meanly,” she whispered with round eyes. Charlie’s eyebrows knit together as he gently picked her up and made the way to the bed. Abigail’s little arm wound around her father’s neck to ensure he didn’t drop her. She leaned her head against his chest, instantly sleepy. When he glanced at Christelle, he noticed something more than concern—fright.

“It was just a bad dream, baby. Why don’t you try to get some sleep in here? We have a little while before we’re leaving for Grandma’s,” Charlie said soothingly as he slipped them both under the covers and slid into the middle of the bed. With his free arm, he tugged Christelle over too and she snuggled into one side of his body as his four year old daughter snuggled into the other.

After a little while, he felt something wet pierce his shirt and looked down—his wife was crying silently, trying to not wake the now asleep little girl. He stroked her hair and she lifted her head to look at him.

“What’s wrong?” he whispered.

“You don’t remember what today is, do you?” she whispered back. He shook his head after thinking about it. Christelle grabbed the arm around her body and let her fingertips brush up and down his scar. She knew he figured it out when his body suddenly went rigid and he hugged her more tightly to his body.

“He’s not coming anywhere near either of you,” he whispered huskily and Christelle nodded slightly.

***
“Charlie! I’m out of the bread rolls! Ron can’t keep his hands off them! Can you run to the village and grab some more?” Molly yelled into the living room. Everyone glanced at Ron, whose mouth was full. Hermione rolled her eyes as Ginny looked disgusted and Christelle laughed quietly.

“Sure, mum!” Charlie answered.

“I’ll go with you,” Christelle murmured as they headed for the door. Charlie kissed the top of Abigail’s hair as Christelle caressed her cheek while they passed. Hand in hand, they walked down to the village of Ottery St. Catchpole.

“Maybe he’s forgotten,” Charlie murmured after a little while.

“You remember what he said. There’s no way that man has forgotten us. We need to talk to Harry and Ron and see what they say about all this. We’ll have to be careful, especially with Abigail,” Christelle ranted. Charlie stopped them in their tracks and kissed her lips.

“Nobody is going to touch either of my girls,” he whispered against her lips. “Or my son,” he said with a grin as he touched Christelle’s stomach lovingly.

“It could be a girl,” she teased.

“Nah, I have a feeling it’s a boy,” he replied with a wolfish grin. Christelle chuckled as Charlie tugged her into his arms again and kissed her slowly. She sighed slightly, not even caring that they were in the middle of the village with a lot of passerby’s watching them. She kissed him back before breaking apart to a howl of laughter.

They slowly turned to watch as Bobby Tatum threw his head back and laughed madly. When he saw that they had noticed him, he laughed even more. Christelle gasped for breath, but none seemed to be coming to her as she panicked. Charlie drew her behind him protectively as he drew his wand.

“He definitely didn’t forget,” Charlie muttered as the pathetic excuse for a man continued laughing, sauntering toward them slowly.

FIN

First off, I want to say thank you to everyone who's commented and made me feel loved with this story. All of your comments always make me smile, and I'm glad that this story was a success, well it was to me anyway. I had fun with this one, but I do think it was time to end it. If you have any questions about anything that wasn't answered in the Epilogue, feel free to ask, and I'll answer them! I love you guys! :tackle:

What do you think?

PLEASE tell me you plan on writing a sequel!!! I want to know what happens!
Great post!

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Originally Posted by Jeyn<33

“You’re going to wake Abigail,”

Really?!

OMG! Emily!
I love you!


DId you know, I do sometimes suck my thumb!
I know it's childish, what with being 18 and all but it helps me think!

AHH!

I can't believe it's finished!
There is a sequel, right?
There has to be!
I need to know!

I haven't decided yet if I want to write a sequel, but I do know how I would start it and what would happen in it if I did...
Thank you!

Yes, really!
It fit and I like the name
I love you too!

Quote:

DId you know, I do sometimes suck my thumb!
I know it's childish, what with being 18 and all but it helps me think!

I did not know this, but that is an extremely hilarious coincidence.

Quote:

I can't believe it's finished!
There is a sequel, right?
There has to be!
I need to know!

Erm, well, I haven't decided yet. I can't decide if I want to or not... Help?

Hello Emily. I think the story ended perfectly for a sequel if you decide you're going to do one. If not then we can sort out all kinds of scenarios for them ourselves. But I think you'd be the best one to plot that story for it to be the best. As for this one: I really love the way you showed him here. He didn't come across trying to sound all knowing, and everything was planned to happen the way it did. He thinks it's funny that the one unplanned thing that happened was his undoing. And that is what really happens in instances of mischief and madness. They become arrogant and think they are untouchable. This part sent shivers up and down my spine.

Yes, in my opinion I think we deserve a sequel written by you, and not our imaginations.

Great story Emily. And you can call it a success by my accounts also. I'll be watching for your sequel.

wow...now that was quite an end...with Bobby back...cool...loved you writing...keep writing more of it...

Love you too!!

This is the most evilist cliffie I have ever read!! *grr*

I can't believe I missed so much but I had loads of homework and stuff that I don't enjoy but I never gave up on this

You're such a good writer!!

K xx

Emily, I still personally do not know what to say. I'm still pretttty shocked. You posted the Epilouge way to soon for me cause I've not been on as much but I am still....like...OMG!!!
But I thought I should let you know that I can now speak so its just to tell you that it was AWESOME!
Your a star!
Keep writing Dear!
Soph xx

Thanks, Connie
Ah, yes, I agree; they really do seem arrogant and what not, but Bobby will admit to things, and he never gives up...
Really? I almost took it out because I thought people would think it sounded stupid... :Erm:
Thanks, Connie
Thank you, Harita! I think I will...

Hehehe, I didn't think you guys would like that...
Well, that's good to know, and no worries, I understand
Thanks, Katie
Thanks, Sophie

So, it seems everybody wants a sequel, to find out what happens, and after much consideration and playing around with the end of the story, I think I'm going to give you one... But would you guys mind if I still used this thread, since I don't feel like starting a new thread and coming up with a new title? Annnndddd, I would back up to them just arriving at the Burrow that day... Let me know what you think!

That's fine by me Emily. I'll be looking for it. You'll let us know in a PM?