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 Of course the spell was originally made for little love notes to lovers and significant others, or reminders, not for threats.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:

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