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“Have I mentioned how amazing you look yet?” Charlie asked with a grin as he and Christelle danced around the marquee. Ginny and Harry were whispering to themselves as they held each other while Ron and Hermione did much of the same.

“You may have mentioned it once…or six times,” Christelle laughed. Charlie chuckled lightly as he pulled her tighter against him.

“You’re moving back in with me, right?” he mumbled into her hair, his cheeks flushing slightly. Christelle chuckled, kissing his neck.

“Unless you don’t want me to,” she answered. Charlie sighed in relief as he kissed her shoulder.

“Of course I want you to,” he whispered and Christelle smiled. Just then, a little boy with bright pink hair started tugging on the hem of Charlie’s robes.

“Grandma Molly needs you,” he said, looking up at Charlie with large eyes. He tousled Teddy’s hair as he detached the child from his leg.

“Want to dance?” Teddy asked with a grin. Christelle chuckled as the little boy planted his feet on top of hers and grabbed her hands. Christelle twirled them around the dance floor as he laughed. Four dances later, and Charlie still hadn’t come back, so Christelle politely claimed she needed to rest and Teddy went on his way.

“Molly?” Christelle asked as she approached the older woman. “Did you send Charlie out on a full blown mission?” she asked with a chuckle. Molly looked at her quizzically before her eyes travelled toward the house.

“No… I just sent him to grab some more fruit and he went to grab his present for Ginny and Harry,” Molly answered with a frown. .

“I’ll go after him… I’m sure he’s just dawdling,” Christelle said with a small chuckle as she made for the house.

The kitchen door groaned to life as she opened it, but that was the only sound. She was almost sure that Charlie would be humming or whistling to himself on the other side of the door. She cautiously pushed her way through the room and into the living room, but once again found nothing. She slowly made her way up the stairs, peering through Ginny’s room and the bathroom. Nothing. She pulled out her wand and shivered as she turned the knob to Charlie’s room. It was completely trashed; the desk chair was broken and strewn over the carpeted floor, papers were everywhere, some with traces of blood upon them. Christelle’s breaths came in gasps as she saw a message on the wall appear in the same bloodied red from her old apartment.

You will suffer. And so will he.

And then, she saw the body.


Sooo, you had to know I couldn't keep it all happy, right? What do you think?