Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters from the book, Serendipity is my own.
Author's note: I got bored one night, couldn't sleep and this fanfic just hit my like a wall. Haha, have fun reading.
A black figure, robes billowing behind him approached an apartment section deep in Romania in a small wizarding community; it belonged to the wizards and witches that worked with the nearby dragon population. The figure apparrated to the top floor in one wing appearing again on the balcony; inside sat a lone witch mixing a brew in a cauldron, she turned towards the window thinking she saw a shadow and shrugged it off.
He ducked away willing her not to see him, when it was deemed safe he looked back in sighing softly as she pushed objects and jars out of her way, throwing her hair off her shoulder with one hand and with the other she grabbed a small jar of an unknown substance, he watched her measure it and add it to the cauldron.
"Good girl," he whispered smiling slightly proud of how she turned out, looking at a small picture of a family on her work table, a woman smiled joyfully waving with her young equally red headed daughter sitting on her hip grinning. In the background stood a figure all dressed in black scowling at the happy pair. The man in the window scowled at the picture but turned back to the young woman who was now muttering over the cauldron.
The door opened suddenly with such force the girl jumped back and glared at the man who rushed in. The new man cowered back in fear but quickly recovered.
"What do you want Weasley? I'm busy," she sneered before noticing his face was white with shock. "Charlie what's wrong?"
"Dumbledore's dead, he's dead," Charlie slid down the wall, tears threatening to drop from his eyes. The woman stood there for a minute before throwing herself into his arms sobbing openly. They consoled each other for a while, the man in the window hugged himself heart breaking at the site of her and not being able to comfort her anymore.
"He killed him," Charlie whispered after a few minutes.
"Who?" she asked lifting her head off Charlie's shoulders.
The man in the window knew it was coming, the name of Dumbledore's murderer, a man both the young couple knew. He would never be allowed to see her; she would not come see him again.
"Snape did, Severus he preformed the Ava…" Charlie looked over to the picture and the dark man in the background.
"No! He would never not him!" the girl cried out pushing herself away from Charlie, cowering into the corner. They sat there for a long time her sniffing and him watching gauging her reaction.
"I'm sorry Serendipity," the man whispered taking out his wand. " I still love you, you were the only constant I had." He disappeared into the night air.
Charlie approached the girl who was mumbling "My father? No he…he …he wouldn't"
