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There was a scream from the floor below, the Parlor to be exact. The figure paused for only a second before glancing behind them and then starting for the Parlor. They gripped their wand tightly, surprised that it had survived the accident upstairs. The person hesitated outside of the room, before shouting “Bombarda!” The door flew off its hinges and landed on the other side of the room, effectively taking one of the captors with it.

“Christelle!” Janet shouted from the floor. Christelle barely spared her a glance as she raised her wand at the other two.

“Wh-what’s going on?” one of the remaining men asked. He looked thoroughly confused as he looked around at his surroundings, and then his eyes fell on Christelle.

“Christelle? Christelle Jeffries? What are you doing here? What am I doing here?”

“You don’t remember anything, Jack?” Christelle rasped, before coughing slightly to clear her voice.

“N-no… Should I?”

“I don’t understand,” another man said before plopping down in a nearby chair.

Christelle stared at them dubiously before it all clicked.

The Imperius Curse.

Christelle flicked her wand and her Patronus left to find Bill. She flicked it again, and the others’ wands flew to her hand. They looked at her suspiciously and she shrugged. “Just in case you’re pulling my leg.”

Christelle let out a shuddering breath and leaned heavily on the wall behind her. Her hand travelled down to her stomach, and she caressed the skin there, hoping beyond hope that they were okay. Just a few more minutes, she told them wordlessly. Just a few more minutes and we’ll get checked out.

Christelle heard footsteps from down the hall and she pushed off the wall, bracing herself for Bobby, but then she saw the bright red hair and relaxed immediately.

“In here, Bill,” she spoke up. Bill, Harry, Ron, Arthur, George, and Kingsley appeared in the doorway, looking grim.

“George, take her to St. Mungos; we’ll take care of everything here,” Bill said, while the others nodded.

“Wait. They say they don’t remember anything. They may have been under the Imperius Curse. And Bobby’s upstairs… There was an explosion; I don’t know if he survived it like I did,” Christelle told them before taking George’s outstretched hand. She passed the boys’ wands to Kingsley as she leaned heavily on George.

He noticed her limping and shook his head slightly with a frown. He bent down and swung her up in his arms. She didn’t bother with arguing him on it, as it took too much energy that she didn’t have. She laid her head on his shoulder and shut her eyes, breathing shallowly as she relaxed her muscles.

“Is Abigail okay?” she whispered.

“Yes, a little shaken up, but okay. The Healers fixed her bruises and cuts, and gave her a potion for the pain, but she’s fine now. They had to give her a sleeping draught because she refused to go to sleep until she saw you. They thought it’d be best if she rested though,” George reported.

“And Charlie?”

“Completely A-okay, but the Healers won’t let him leave his bed. He had to throw a fit before they even moved his bed into Abigail’s room,” he said with a dry chuckle at the memory.

“Thanks, George,” she mumbled into his neck.

As George stepped out of the large gaping hole where the front door had been, he quickly spun with a POP and appeared in the St. Mungos entrance.



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amazing Emily =) simply amazing =) I'm SOOOO glad that you brought George into it even if it was brief =) =) =) I laughed when you said Charlie threw a fit haha I kinda pictured him on the ground crying and screaming until he got his way LOL I really hope my twins dont try to pull anything like that when they're older...:/
i'm glad that Christelle is okay as i am for Abigail and Charlie as well. now, how about those babies...?
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Awesome!
Great Post Emily!
I'm so happy Christelle is ok. I wonder how Bobby is though... Dead maybe..
Abi's okay!!! I'm so happy. And Charlie!
Only a few more posts?? Awww, I don't want it to end, Emily!
Great job as always!

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Christelle drew in a great breath as she stretched her arms over her head. She let out a soft groan at the prospect of opening her eyes and waking up.

“It’s about time you woke up,” she heard someone grumble from her right.

Christelle’s eyes popped open at the sound of his voice and she immediately locked eyes with her husband.

“Abigail,” she breathed worriedly.

“She’s fine. Still asleep,” he answered with a small smile.

“And you?” she whispered while she tried to sit up in bed. He put a hand on her shoulder as if to say ‘don’t get up—rest.’

“Perfectly fine, love. As are the triplets,” he told her affectionately as his hand landed on her belly. She covered his hand with her own, lacing their fingers together as she looked up at him.

“Is he—is he dead?” she asked quietly.

“Yes, we found him under the rubble. The explosion killed him, and it’s lucky it didn’t kill you or the triplets,” Harry piped up from the other side of the room. Christelle noticed, then, that all of the Weasleys and Potters were there, too. She gave them a small smile.

“Your parents are here, too, Chris… They were tortured, and you were right; the others were under the Imperius Curse. And your moth…Janet would like to speak to you, when you’re ready,” Harry added.

Christelle looked down at her lap before her eyes snapped up at the sound of a whimper. It was coming from Abigail’s bed. Charlie and Christelle were out of their seats in a flash and at their daughter’s side.

“Abi, baby?” Christelle murmured as she kissed Abigail’s forehead.

“Mummy?” the little girl whispered.

“Yeah, sweetie, Mummy’s here, and Daddy. And nobody’s ever going to hurt you again,” Christelle told her softly. Abigail’s eyes slipped open sleepily and she looked from Christelle to Charlie and then to the group behind them.

“Promise?” she whispered.

“Pinky promise,” Christelle and Charlie both said at the same time, causing a small giggle to erupt from their daughter.

“How do you feel, love?” Christelle asked her as she smoothed the hair from her face.

“Better now. They gave me a potion. I never want to have another flu again if it feels like that, Mummy,” the girl whispered with wide eyes.

Christelle’s brows furrowed as she looked at Charlie in confusion.

She heard a cough from behind her and turned to stare at the group she called family. Bill motioned with his head for her to follow him, and with a last kiss to Abigail’s forehead, she let him lead her away.

“What was she talking about?” Christelle asked immediately after the door was closed behind them.

“They gave her a potion…that made her forget everything that happened after we finished speaking with the doctor about her flu. She doesn’t remember the kidnapping or the torture. But the potion, it kind of may have hurt before making all the pain go away, hence why she made you promise ‘they’ wouldn’t hurt her again. She was talking about the Healers that gave her the potion. It was the only way we could think of that Abi wouldn’t be as traumatized after. I’m sorry we didn’t include you on the decision, but you were asleep and—” he told her gently.

“No, that’s-that’s good. At least she won’t have nightmares about it.” Christelle slumped against the wall, holding her head in her palms. “I’ll never forgive myself for not getting to her in time,” she whispered.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Bill interjected and Christelle just sighed.

“So, are you?” Bill asked anxiously after a minute of silence.

“Am I what, Bill?” Christelle asked impatiently.

“Are you going to talk to your mu—Janet?” Bill asked, as though it were the most obvious topic change in the world.

Christelle rolled her eyes, nodding unconsciously. “Yes, I guess I will. Where’s John though?”

“Janet decided she’d had enough. She turned him into the Muggle police for abuse after we wiped his memory of what happened yesterday,” Bill told her informatively.

“Oh… I didn’t realize he was abusing her,” she muttered.

“She tried to tell you,” Bill answered.

“Not in the mood, Bill,” Christelle said tartly and he let out a small chuckle, to which she grimaced at.

“C’mon, I’ll show you to her room,” he said enthusiastically as he hauled her off the floor.

“Why are you so excited about this, anyway?” Christelle asked suspiciously.

“It’s a right shame for someone to not have their mother in their life. I don’t want you to miss out on it before it’s too late. Just think about Harry—he won’t ever get the chance to get to know his mother.” Bill squeezed her shoulder affectionately as they stopped outside of a white door that was slightly ajar.

“You know I hate guilt trips,” she muttered.

“Which is why I use them against you,” he said cheekily before hightailing it out of the hall before she could brandish her wand on him and blow him up, too.


What do you think?

haha I loved this part the best =)

I'm glad that the babies are okay

so...I've been thinking...maybe you could write a sequel about Abigail when she's older I could totally picture Charlie being the over protective dad

love you!

Hehe I agree. A sequel would be nice...
Haha Emily that post was great. I'm glad they gave Abi the potion to make her forget everything. As usual you did awesome, keep up the good work!

Thanks, Ren
Well, since you guys have said that, I've had a sort of idea... So, yes you will be getting a sequel. I don't know how long it would be and it's in Abigail's point of view. So, I'll probably post it once this is finished.
Thank you!


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Christelle knocked lightly on the door, popping her head inside to see her mother eating jell-o, as if she were in a regular, old Muggle hospital.

“Hey,” Christelle mumbled as she pushed the door open slightly.

“Hey,” Janet echoed and Christelle sighed as she moved into the room and shut the door behind her.

“How are you feeling?” Christelle asked as she sat in the chair beside the bed.

“Better now,” Janet whispered.

“I heard you turned him in,” Christelle stated.

“I did,” she answered, though it wasn’t a question.

“Why didn’t you turn him in when he did it to me?” Christelle whispered.

“Honey, I—” Janet started.

“Don’t call me honey. I’m not your honey. I’ve never been your honey. You made that perfectly clear growing up, so don’t act otherwise.” Christelle was breathing heavily and her eyes were narrowed into furious slits. “I was nothing to you, ever. I was always a reminder of the night that both of you saw as a mistake. A drunken night. So, you let him hit me. You let him do what he pleased with his little ‘rag-doll’. And then you let that masochistic, pathetic excuse of a man touch me. And you did nothing.” Christelle shouted the last of her speech at the woman as she paced, pausing every once in a while to send a glare her way.

“We didn’t know that Randy—” Janet interjected.

“That’s bull and you know it!” Christelle screamed. “I told you! I told you what he did to me and you told me that I was seeking attention. I showed you the blood and bruises and cuts, and told me I did it to myself! That I made it up! I cried myself to sleep every damn night, and you laughed in my freaking face. So, don’t you dare sit here, and tell me that you didn’t know, because I know for damn sure that you did.”

“Do you know what your middle name means?” Janet asked quietly. At Christelle’s silence, she continued. “Drusilla means ‘the strong one’. You’ve always been strong, Christy. Yesterday proved it. Your very life proves it. If I had said something, your father would have killed us both. So, I named you Christelle Drusilla, in the hope that it would give you strength.”

“You thought,” Christelle seethed slowly, “that by giving me a damn name that I would be strong enough to get through the abuse and the molestation? I was a child! I was a scared little girl!” Christelle yelled, tears forming in her eyes and her face bright red in anger and annoyance.

“Please! You have to know that I couldn’t do anything! If I did you’d be dead, and I probably would, too! I was trying to protect you!” Janet wailed.

“Protect me by hurting me?” Christelle asked incredulously. “That’s idiotic logic.”

“Maybe, but it was my logic. I’m sorry,” Janet said sincerely.

“So, where exactly do we go from here?” Christelle asked uncertainly, exhausted from her ranting. She collapsed back into the chair and stared at the Muggle woman.

“Well, I know this isn’t completely fixed, but I would like to be in your life now. And your children’s lives,” Janet whispered.

Christelle studied her for a moment before nodding dejectedly. “But you’re not allowed to be alone with them, and have to respect my and Charlie’s wishes.”

“Deal,” Janet grinned.

Christelle nodded slightly before standing. “I need to go check on Abigail. I guess I’ll see you later,” Christelle mumbled.


Sooo, what do you think? The next post is the last.

Oh my gosh, Christelle!! That's terrible about what her parents made her go through.
I don't know what to say, but it's good that she forgave her mother.
And yay! A sequel!! Whatever you decide to do Emily, I know you won't let us down.
Great job!

Thanks. I'm actually almost done with it, so it's not very long at all, but it goes over a large amount of time...
Thank you!

Alrighty, so this is the last post. And I want to thank everybody that has stayed with the story and given me great feedback. You keep me going.


“Push, Christelle, push!” Charlie shouted excitedly from her side. Christelle grunted in response and squeezed his fingers harder, making him gasp in pain.

“If you ever even think about giving me this many babies to push out at the same time again, I’m hexing off your favorite appendage,” Christelle snarled at him.

They were currently sitting in the maternity ward in St. Mungos with one baby down and two to go. Christelle’s hair was pushed back from her forehead in sweaty clumps and she was gritting her teeth in pain. Charlie tried to soothe her, but she just glared at him as she let out another strangled scream.

“I see a head!” the Healer announced, and Christelle was about to cry, because she knew they were about to ask her to give one more long, hard push.

“Why the hell did we decide no pain medication?” Christelle wailed through her tears. She squeezed Charlie’s hand so tightly, she was sure she was breaking his bones, but he still had a smile on his face and love in his eyes.

“Not we, love. You,” he chuckled before grunting as she tightened her grip even more.

She let out a small sigh as cries filled the air and the Healer passed off the second baby to another Healer, who cleaned the baby immediately and started injecting potions into the babe.

Christelle stared at the tuft of red curly hair on its head before focusing back on the witch that was, again, telling her to push.

“You. Are. So. A. Dead. Man. Charlie. Weasley!” Christelle screamed.

*
It was only a year later when Abigail ran down the hall and jumped into her father’s lap, where he was sitting in the kitchen, reading the Prophet as his mother cooked breakfast. It was their traditional Weasley Friday, where every Weasley, Potter, and Lupin would come to the Burrow and spend the entire weekend with good food and good family.

“Daddy, guess what!” she shouted in excitement, a large grin on her face.

“Hmm, let me guess, Uncle Ron had to give you another sickle for cursing?” Charlie asked.

Abigail giggled, but shook her head. “There’s a carnival tomorrow! Can we please go? Uncle George said he’d take me!” She jutted out her bottom lip and gave him a small whimpering sound. And he crumbled. It was no secret that Abigail had her father wrapped around her little finger. Why else would she go to him first, rather than her mother?

“All right, we can go,” Charlie agreed as he kissed the tip of her nose. Abigail smiled widely as she hugged her father’s neck before jumping down and running back into the living room, where she hurtled herself at her Uncle.

“And what exactly do you suppose we do with Bryce, Jesse, and Caroline while we go to the carnival?” Christelle’s voice sounded from the doorway, where one infant in question was hanging on at the hip. Charlie could see the imprint of his blanket on the side of his face and decided he had just woken up from his nap. The bright blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes gave the child away as Jesse. He was their only child that had blonde hair; all of the others with the traditional Weasley red.

“They’re a little over a year now, love, I think they can come, too,” Charlie answered with a smile as Jesse reached out his arms for his Daddy to take.

Charlie took the struggling boy and started tickling him immediately.

“Are you sure they’ll be okay?” she asked worriedly over the giggling little boy.

“They’ll be fine, love, I promise,” Charlie answered with a grin as Jesse started clapping for more.

Christelle shook her head with a fond smile as she moved into the living room. She located Caroline playing Peek-a-boo with her Aunt Ginny and Bryce rolling around on the floor with Abigail, Fred Junior, and George. Christelle smiled at the scene it made as she watched Angelina read to Roxanne and Fleur making up Victoire’s hair.

Teddy was watching Ron and Harry’s intense game of Wizard’s Chess while Hermione and Arthur talked about work at the ministry. Bill and Rose were building towers out of Muggle Lego’s while James played Exploding Snap with Percy, his wife, Penelope, sitting next to him and rubbing her rather large belly.

She watched them all for another moment before going back into the kitchen, where Charlie was now feeding Jesse something that his mother had given him.

Christelle turned toward the stove and smiled as she kissed her mother-in-law on the cheek and then turned to her own mother. Janet gave her a wink before turning back to the pancakes she was flipping the Muggle way.

Christelle sat down beside her husband and son, and Charlie nudged her shoulder with his.

“Tired?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye.

Molly and Janet both turned at the question and furrowed their brows. “Aren’t the kids sleeping now?” Molly asked in concern, her eyes flickering to Jesse for half a second.

“Oh, they’re sleeping perfectly fine now,” Christelle said with a malicious smile as she glanced at Charlie.

“It’s your son that can’t,” she finished as she smiled innocently at the now sickened Charlie. He avoided both his mother’s and mother-in-law’s amused faces and chuckles, hoisting Jesse from the table and muttering something about talking to Bill for a bit, before disappearing out the door.

“Why is it that Weasley boys embarrass so easily?” Molly mused as she turned back to her cooking.

“I don’t know, but it’s fun to use it against them,” Christelle grinned.

Ginny tumbled through the kitchen door, everyone from the living room following after her as she announced, “We’re having a game of Quidditch before breakfast. You in?”

“Definitely!” Christelle grinned, heading outside for their impromptu game while the kids, Arthur, Hermione, Fleur, Percy, and Penelope watched from the stands.

“Professional Quidditch stars have to split up amongst the teams!” Ron cried as he glared at Christelle and Ginny conversing. The girls rolled their eyes as they split up, hands in the air as if in surrender.

And so began one of many impromptu Quidditch games among the Weasley, Potter, and Lupin family.

Everything was good. There weren’t any more ex-boyfriends hunting after them. There were no fights or any drama. It was all just peachy keen.

After all, everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end. –John Lennon

Fin.

What do you think? Sequel coming soon.

That was an amazing ending Emily! Good job!!
I especially love the quote by John Lennon at the end!

Thank you!

I'm about to submit the sequel, That Isn't Funny!

It's amazing Emily! I'm so glad you decided to create a sequel! I can't wait to read it! =)
love you lots!
Lauren <3

Thanks, Ren! Love you too! I'll let you know when That Isn't Funny is up, then?


And I wanted to say thank you to whoever nominated this story (and my other two) for the Golden Goblins. I'm incredibly honored and can't thank you enough. And I hope everyone gets the chance to go vote for their favorite stories!

yes please do =)

Here's the sequel, That Isn't Funny!

Emily! Im home from the Wizarding World so i can read this. I thought it was a great end to a great story. Well done! I love reading about the whole family and i felt so bad about christelles childhood. Its awful!
I shall go check out the new one right away!

HEY EMILY!
CONGRATULATIONS ON ALL YOUR NOMINATIONS!
I'm so excited for the sequal
But sad cause its the end of BBB!
Oh, and I went to Olivanders and I got my wand. It is soo cool. You need to go back to Florida!
Soph xx

Eeek, how was it?
Awe, thank, Katie
THANKS, Sophie!! I was very honored to be nominated. Congratulations on yours!!
Everything has to come to an end some time
That is awesome! I definitely need to!

Hey Emily. Congratulations on your finished ff. You have another successful story completed. That should make you feel really proud, as you should be. I am very proud of you and the ability you show with your writing. You ended, BB&B' with style, and completely fitting. Great work Emily.

Awe, thanks, Connie It wouldn't have been possible without my amazing readers/friends.