Emily this post was so good

I am really loving this story, I don't think you understand how much people love your writing. I just cried when I tried to explain MYUTM to my Mum earlier - I mean, you're amazing and you probably don't belive me but trust me

Christelle - let Bobby be punished!! She deserves justice!!!

PAMS PAMS

You!!!

K xx

That nice! I'm glad they are there for each other.


Haw'd it Doudit! Its not her fault Charlie is better than you!

That is such a shame! Bobby ya bad..., well never mind, but I'll hunt you down sunshine :hack:

Dear Santa, If you think I've been good this year, could I have a Charlie for Christmas!
love Soph x

Great Post Emily! Happy Thanksgiving to you too! Hope your having fun....I still have to go to School! Even on St.Andrews Day!!!:O

I'm glad Christelle was able to confind in Charlie. It really add to the story-the friendship that is!
PAMS!
Soph x

Well, that b*st*rd! My sister has been abused in the past and this crap with christelle and Bobby doesn't settle to well with me!
Sorry Emily....but he kinda reminds me of an a-hole my sister used to date, actually christelle is kinda how my sister used to be...until she found her "Charlie" that is
loved the post...still hate Bobby
!Jesse!

I don't think you're the only one.

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Christelle: You belong with Charlie- he's the kindest man on the planet!

Hahaha, but will she ever be able to get over this or will she think all men are the same in the end??

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Ginny: FORGET HARRY! I'M LETTING ALICIA LOOSE!

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Bobby: RUN.

Good advice for him...

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Great post, Ems...

Thanks, Abi!

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I think Alicia should appear and batter the small amount of brains out of Bobby! He'd deserve it!

Don't worry, he has something coming to him...


Thanks, Katie!
Thank you, and I don't quite believe it, but that's just how I am. I guess I'm just too self conscious about my writing...


Baha, I want one too!
Thanks, Sophie! Eh, it was okay, not the best, but whatever. I still have homework I need to do too. =/

Ohh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up bad memories. =/ It doesn't settle well with me either...
Awe, well at least she found her "Charlie" in the end.
Thanks, Jesse! Me too

Hello Emily. Heart breaking and heart warming. I wonder what goes through Charlies mind. He obviously wants to take care of Christelle to keep her safer, and he also wants to take care of Bobby also, to ,ake sur he never has a chance to hurt her again. But, I don't see him being violent and just going overand beating him up. He just acts like it hurts him to resort to fists. But,he has no doubts about using fists when he has to. I think he's just a kind soul like Hagrid, who can take care of the situation, but would rather avoid the situation if he could. Which I think is a wonderful quality in a man. I loved this Emily. How often do you see someone wanting to avoid an awkward situation, and end up making things more awkward. Everyone totally ignoring her come into the room I think is the same as if they stared at her. It was sweet of everyone to try to make her comfortable, which she surely appreciates.
Great post Emily. I be watching for the next PM.

Thanks, Connie
Yeah, that's kind of how I've always seen him. He's laid back and would rather avoid violence, unless the situation presented itself and it was needed. It's a fantastic quality in a man.
Thanks, Connie! It happens all the time! And it really does sort of make it more awkward.
Thanks, Connie

He was terrible. [Bobby]
Charlie and Christelle belong together.

Yeah, he was, but hopefully things will get better...

New post time!


“It’s your choice,” Harry said calmly from his chair in the living room. Ginny was propped back against his legs on the floor and Hermione and Ron were sitting in another armchair. Christelle was sitting beside Charlie on the couch, his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders.

“I don’t know…” Christelle whispered.

“The Magical World takes abuse just as seriously as the Muggle World, Christelle. If you want to press charges, I’ll make a call and he’ll be found tonight. He’ll be taken to Azkaban and wait for his trial, where you will need to speak,” Harry continued.

“Will he be in there when I speak?” Christelle asked, her lip trembling. Charlie automatically tightened his hold on her shoulders.

“No… You’ll speak first and then he’ll be brought out. He’ll plead his case, but he won’t have a chance with the pictures that Hermione had taken of your damaged flat and of you before they cleaned you up. And it won’t help his case that he was cheating on you. He’ll go away for a very long time, Christelle.”

“But not forever? So, when he gets out, he’d still come for me. Finish what he started,” she whispered as tears leaked out of her eyes.

“He won’t come anywhere near you ever again, Chris,” Charlie murmured. She nodded vaguely.

Christelle glanced up at Charlie and he studied her expression carefully. “If you don’t put him in jail, you’ll always be looking over your shoulder instead of living your life,” he whispered.

Christelle looked back at Harry and Ginny. “I want…to press charges. I want him to go to jail, where he belongs,” Christelle whispered. Harry nodded once as he and Ron both stood and Apparated away.

“Do you want to stay here tonight?” Ginny asked softly.

“She’s going to stay with me, Bill, and Fleur,” Charlie answered. Ginny nodded vaguely, unable to keep the small smirk off her face. Christelle rolled her eyes, laughing quietly.

“Do you want to go?” Charlie asked quietly. Christelle nodded, so they both stood slowly. After hugging Hermione and Ginny, Charlie took Christelle’s hands and Apparated her to Bill and Fleur’s.

“Chreestelle! I’m so glad you’re staying wiz us. Eet ‘as been too long,” Fleur said as she walked forward and hugged Christelle tightly.

“Do you two know each other from school?” Bill asked as he took Christelle’s bags from Charlie and sent them up to her room with a flick of his wand.

“Sort of. We were in the same year, but we never talked much…” Christelle replied.

Fleur started moving about the kitchen while Charlie led Christelle up the stairs to the guest bedroom.

“Will this be okay?” he asked her as she surveyed the room.

“More than okay, Charlie… I don’t know how to thank you,” she whispered as she hugged her shoulders.

“There are no thanks necessary,” he murmured. “I’ll just leave you to it then.”

“Wait…” Charlie stopped in the doorway and turned slowly to look at her. “Can you stay with me tonight? I don’t want to be alone,” she whispered.

Charlie nodded slowly as he closed the door behind him. He started moving toward his dresser and grabbed a pair of cotton pajama pants and a T-shirt. He went into the walk in closet, closing the door to change. Christelle moved to her bag and grabbed her things. She started undressing immediately. As she pulled off her shirt, Charlie opened the closet door again. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes trailing over her bruised back.

“Sorry,” he murmured, averting his eyes.

“It’s okay. Just pretend it’s a swimsuit instead of a bra,” she said quietly, a smile playing on her lips.

Charlie chuckled once before moving over to her. He gently touched the bruises running along her spine and she winced and shivered at his touch. His hands were rough with calluses, yet they felt silky against her skin. Everywhere his touch lingered on her skin, her skin tingled and burned. She closed her eyes and sighed before she felt his hand leave her back and she felt lonely from the loss.

“Your mom told me I should put this ointment on my bruises before I go to bed… Can you help?” she whispered as she grabbed the tube from her bag. Charlie slowly took the tube and wordlessly smoothed it over her skin. She winced as the ointment left a burn that was nothing like the burn from his touch.

“Sorry,” he murmured again.

“It’s fine,” she mumbled.

After he finished spreading it over her back, she turned around. His eyes stayed locked on hers as he slowly started smoothing the ointment over her bruised jaw and cheeks. She closed her eyes tightly to stop from screaming. The pain was much worse on her face. His thumb caressed the skin under her eyes to wipe away the tears that had spilt over and she sighed before opening her eyes.

They just stared at each other before a knock sounded on the door. Christelle hastily finished putting her shirt back on while Charlie opened the door. She heard the two brothers whispering to each other before Charlie came back with some extra pillows and blankets. He deposited them on the floor while Christelle settled into the left side of the bed.

“You’re not sleeping on the floor, are you?” she whispered.

“Only if you want me to,” he replied.

“I was wondering if you could…hold me tonight?” she whispered self consciously, flushing pink in embarrassment. He turned out the light with his wand and moved to the right side of the bed. After he settled in, he slipped his arm under her waist and pulled her into his side. Leaning her head against his chest, she silently made out shapes on top of his T-shirt where the moonlight was shining through the window. He gently stroked her hair as her eyes closed and she drifted into a peaceful sleep, knowing that she was safe in Charlie’s arms.


What do you think?

Good for her! It's the right thing to do!

Ginny, this really isn't a laughing matter Behave woman!

Aww that is so sad Its terrible actually. I'm surprised Charlie didn't go on a rampage to find Bobby.

Thats a shame. He doesn't mean to hurt her. Poor Christelle

Aww cute Cahrlies arms sound like the place to be, case its freezing here in Scotland! They are such good friends that I worry a relationship would change things so I'm changing my theories....

It was such a cute post Emily! It a new favourite of mine. Its taken me l;ike three hours to reply cause of a bad network
PAMS!
Soph x

She just wants them to be happy...together.
Yeah, don't count him out quite yet...
He isn't the one that technically hurt her
I'm still not telling you anything!
Thanks, Sophie!

Oh my gosh! Charlie is soooooo sweet.
I looooove how caring he is towards Cristelle.

Thanks, he is a sweetie

OMG! Emily that was amazing! Charlie and christelle are so cute together and Charlie is so gentle with her

PS Jesse and I agree that Bobby sucks and needs to die in azkaban...just saying *raises hands in mock defence, while winking*

BTW I'm almost done writing the second chapter of my newer version of 'A Twist In the Story' XD YAY!

All my Love,
*lauren*

Thanks, Lauren! <3
You'll just have to wait and see what happens
Yay!

awhhhh that was cute!

Thanks, Kerri!

Hello Emily. Charlie is such a sweetie isn't he? I bet Christelle wonders where he's been all her life. hmmm... I wonder what kind of stories she could tell about Fleur. I wonder why she didn't try out for ther Triwizzard Cup Tournement. I'm sure she would have beat out Fleur easily. (Fleur is such a whimp in my opinion. And please forgive me if I've offended anyone who liked her.)
Great post Emily. I'll be watching for your next.

He is very much a sweetie Ah, but you will see more on that later on...
You didn't offend me, though I do think she redeemed herself in DH...
Thanks, Connie

Great post

I really love this story

I hope something GOOD happens at Shell Cottage

K xx

Thank you, thank you
Hehe, no promises

New post time!



“I don’t understand why everyone had to come. I don’t need a bloody guard,” Christelle muttered as she slid her key into her apartment door.

“He hasn’t been caught, Chris, we’re just taking precautions,” Harry explained.

She nodded vaguely, thinking of the day after when Harry told her that they couldn’t find Bobby anywhere, but they would keep looking until he was caught. Christelle’s hand was pushed away from the knob of the door from Charlie’s hand. He was in concentration mode and the sight made her laugh. He positioned himself between the door and her before opening it, the door creaking to life.

“Let me and Harry go first,” Charlie whispered. Christelle rolled her eyes at him as Ginny, Hermione, and Ron stood flanking her.

“This is getting ridiculous, Charlie. Don’t you think you’re being a bit overprotective?”

“No, I don’t. Now, come on, let’s get this over with.” Charlie waved them to follow him, all of their wands aloft.

“Why’s it so dark? Don’t you have windows?” Hermione asked with a frown as she mumbled, “Lumos.”

“Yeah, I do… He must have closed the blinds and curtains,” Christelle muttered as she pointed her wand at the one window in her sight. The curtains flew to either side and the blinds rolled up. They moved forward slowly as they rounded the corner into the living room. Each of their eyes scanned it slowly, looking for any signs of life.

“You guys wait here, Harry and I are going to do a swipe of the place,” Charlie said firmly as he and Harry started for the bedroom. After another twenty minutes of checking every nook and cranny for Bobby or a sort of trap he may have left, the two returned.

“Alright, it seems clear,” Harry announced. Christelle rolled her eyes as she started for her bedroom, Charlie hot on her tail.

“Do you care if we start sending the furniture to the guest room?” Ginny called.

“No, go ahead… Are you sure you don’t mind if I store it there until I find a place?” she asked again as she paused at the doorway to look back. Ginny rolled her eyes dramatically without answering and Christelle chuckled.

They had all agreed that living in her flat was not safe or smart. So, she would be storing her things at Harry and Ginny’s place until she found a new flat. They had also decided it would be best for her to leave the country for a while until Bobby had been found, so she was going to stay with Charlie in Romania for a few weeks. She was not too thrilled to be running away from the problem, but she finally caved and agreed to go.

As she flicked on her bedroom light and stepped over the threshold, Charlie and Christelle stopped immediately. The back wall, behind her bed, started changing colors. A blood red seeped through the light blue, dripping down onto the floor. It started turning into a phrase.

I will find you.

Christelle grabbed Charlie’s hand tightly as fear rippled through her body, causing goose bumps to crawl up her skin.

“Pack quickly, Christelle,” Charlie whispered hoarsely. She took her wand in her other hand and swished it around the room. A large trunk slid out of her closet as she started charming her clothes to go into neat piles inside. Her accessories from the bathroom floated through the air, landing lightly on top. Christelle’s gaze kept going back to the wall, where Charlie was desperately trying to make the threat disappear. With another wave of her wand, all of her furniture and remaining items disappeared, only to appear in the guest room in Harry and Ginny’s home.

The others filed in behind them, gasping at the bloody threat that Charlie couldn’t make disappear. Harry and Hermione went to take a closer look and Hermione smiled slightly as her light bulb flickered on in her head. With a quick swish of her wand, the blood and threat disappeared, the wall back to its original blue.

Christelle stared at the now blue wall as everyone else stared at her. As her tears poured down her cheeks, she whispered, “Get me out of here, Charlie.” Charlie pulled her close and Apparated her back to Bill and Fleur’s cottage.

“It’s going to be okay,” he whispered as he pulled her toward the guest room.

“No, it’s not… I’m putting you all at risk by staying with you. It’s too dangerous. He’ll find me and I can’t be with you when he does,” she whispered.

“Like hell you won’t be. You’re not going off on your own, Chris, you’re staying with me,” Charlie said huskily. He took both of her hands in one of his and tilted her chin up with his other hand. “I will protect you,” he whispered.

“But it’s not your job to protect me. You shouldn’t have to. And I shouldn’t be putting you in danger,” she whispered back.

“I want to protect you. Chris, I work with dragons… I live for danger,” he said with a small grin. She chuckled shortly before her sad eyes met his. “I couldn’t live with myself if something more happened to you,” he confessed softly. As her tears leaked out of her eyes, Charlie wiped them away with a blistered thumb, brushing over her slowly fading bruises. Others would probably be repulsed by the feeling of rough skin gliding over their own skin, but Christelle marveled in it. It felt smooth and silky to her, not to mention the tingling she felt when he touched her, period.

Her eyes slid shut as he tugged on her hand gently. She melted into his side, curling up with him on the bed. He held her tightly as she cried.

“Okay,” she said simply. Charlie sighed in relief as she fell asleep, despite the early time. He followed shortly after before Bill came to wake them up and tell them dinner was ready.

Oh my gosh.

No words. PAMSSSS. So interesting

She's too brave. I love Christelle! She's awesome!

That is sick! I hate Bobby! And hate is a word I don't usually use! He is repulsive :hack:

Aww Charlie He makes me feel all warm and snuggly:glomps:

Aww don't cry Charlie is there giving you glomps! Bobby isn't worth her tears. Its sad how badly it has effected her.


Emily, I just realised at the end of the post you didn't put you signature, What'd you think?

However, it was a great post and I have to agree with Lauren and Jesse...

Loving yoyr stoy Emily!
PAMS!
Soph x

Hello Emily. Wonderful post. And a mystery for me to try an solve! Well, I think I've put too much out so, I'll P.M. this to you and for the rest of my comment I will just say, I loved it, and I look forward to reading your next.