It's was Bill and Fleur Weasley's wedding and everyone was smiling. All around people were laughing or dancing. It was a beautiful occasion in a dark time. Bill and Fleur were dancing happily amongst the crowd, the most beautiful couple there, most of the party surrounding them. But if you looked in the corner, the one in the top left, there you could see a shy girl, or woman, standing alone. She looked to be eighteen but was in fact twenty-one. Everything about her seemed beautiful. She was the perfect height, her golden blonde locks in perfect ringlets that landed just under shoulders. Her pale blue one strapped dress matched her pale skin tone and figure perfectly. Her small hands held a champagne glass tightly, holding it close to her chest. Her eyes were a clear blue, and freckles dotted her nose and cheeks. Her lips were small pink and plump, her nose was in perfect proportion of her face. The only ruing her beauty was the large, gruesome looking scar that went from the top of her forehead on the right, and went down, through her eye and cut across her cheek, narrowly missing her lips, to the bottom of her chin. Her eye was perfectly fine, but the lid that covered it was not. It was not a very thick scar but the pink, red and black colouring of it gave it a bad look, and the beautiful young lady had become haunted by the questions and words and looks, almost as much as she did at the sight of it in the mirror. The scar was the reason why she hid, away from the crowd. The ugliness of it contrasted with the beauty of the party. Even Bills scars weren't bad. She watched her childhood best friend Fleur dance with her new husband, and she smiled. Happiness and excitement shone from the woman's eyes, but if you only looked closer you could see sadness and jealousy as she watched her best friend. In the corner across from this one stood a gentleman aged about twenty-four. He was smiling, enjoying watching everyone have fun whilst sipping his own champagne. He knew he too should be in there with everyone and catching up, but he preferred being away and watching it all happen then to participate. He was quite handsome too. Tall and muscly. His hair as ginger as his parents, brothers and sister's. His eyes a bright, shining blue and freckles on his nose. His teeth were perfectly white and straight, and you could hardly see the faded scars and burns on his pale skin. His eyes wandered the room, looking for someone who might be able to have a polite conversation with. That was when his eyes landed on her. He noticed how excluded she looked, but also noticed the beauty. Had he see her at the ceremony? No, he would have remember her face. He slowly made his way around the corners of the tent, nodding, waving and muttering polite hellos to those he passed. She did not notice him making his way towards her, her eyes glued to the happy couple. "Good evening," he said softly, making her jump a little in fright. She turned her head to see who it was and that's when he saw her scar. She had begun to blush, he thought from him frightening her not from him noticing her scar. Unlike others it didn't make him want to walk away or avoid her. In fact it intrigued him. He wanted to know how she had gotten it, but in a good way. He wanted to get to know her. "Sorry for startling you. I'm Charlie, Charlie Weasley," he held out his hand that was not holding his glass for her to shake. "It's fine," she smiled taking his hand. "I'm Saffron Hawthorn." He thought her voice was like silk, smooth and beautiful. Yet musical as well. Something he wouldn't mind listening to all day. "Nice meeting you. I don't think I saw you at the ceremony?" He asked, cringing on the inside about how rude he felt. "Oh, I was, I was in the back row," she said quickly, stuttering her words. There was no doubt that this man certainly gave her butterflies and a large lump in her throat. "Oh right," he nodded before taking a nervous sip if his drink. He had never felt more nervous. "Are you a friend if Fleurs?" "Yes. We've been friends since we were little," Saffron nodded, turning her head back to the married couple. "No accent," Charlie said, his lip turning up in a smirk. "Oh, no! I'm not from France. My father was. He went to school with her father," she quickly explained. "Oh right," Charlie nodded before taking yet another nervous sip from his glass. "So you went to Hogwarts then?" He asked. "Yes," she nodded smiling. "Yes. You did too?" "Yeah. What, what house?" He asked. "Ravenclaw." "Gryffindor." "Nice," she smiled politely. They fell into a comfortable silence and watched everyone dancing. Charlie took a peek out of the corner of his eye at Saffron. He was itching to ask her about her scar but didn't wish to push her. The silence lasted a few minutes more until Charlie spoke again. "They seem very happy don't they?" He asked as he watched Bill and Fleur laughing before resting their foreheads against one another. "Don't they just," she sighed. "Are you married then?" He asked, drinking the last of the champagne in his glass. "No," she said quickly, but sadly, taking a sip of her own drink. "Are you?" She turned her head Away. "No," he said casually. "Oh," she replied nodding. "So what do you do then?" Charlie asked, quickly changing the subject. "I'm a healer," she explained. "I work to heal those who work with Dragons." "Really? Whereabouts?" At the word dragon he was even more interested in the conversation. "Bulgaria at the moment, but I'm transferring to Romania at the end of the year." "Really? I work with the dragons in Romania," he said enthusiastically. "Oh you do? That's pretty cool," she smiled, and Charlie lost his breath for a moment before taking a daring move. "Yeah. I hope you get to work with-" "Charlie!" He was interrupted and turned his head around almost angrily to see his father calling out. "There you are. Your mother wants to speak with you for a second," Arthur Weasley said reaching the two. "Oh right," he frowned turning back to Saffron. "I'm so sorry. I'll be two seconds." He quickly walked past his father, placing his glass on a nearby table before finding his mother. "Yes mom?" He asked exasperated. "I just wanted to ask you who you were speaking with?" She smiled cheekily. "Saffron Hawthorn, why?" He asked. "No reason, no reason! But now that you're here I could use you'd help," she said pulling him over to a table to get him to help fill up the food bowls and champagne glasses. "Saffron Hawthorn, am I correct?" Mr Weasley asked Saffron. "Yes, yes. You must be Mr Weasley," she smiled shaking his hand. "Call me Arthur! Now Fleur was telling me you were a muggle born?" He asked. "Yes," she nodded. "Ah excellent!" he smiled before bombarding her with questions about the muggle world. "Sorry, I'm back," mr Weasley stooped when Charlie got back, along with two filled up glasses. "Right, well thank you Miss Hawthorn, I so hope to catch up with you about a machine wash," he smiled before walking away. "A machine wash?" Charlie asked smirking, an eyebrow raised as he handed Saffron one of the two glasses. "A washing machine," she giggled. Your father was asking me how one works." "A muggle item?" He asked smiling. "Yes," Saffron said and Charlie burst out laughing. "Always been interested in muggle things. Do you live with muggles?" He asked. "I did yes. My mother is a muggle. I'm a half, half," she explained. He liked how she was comfortable with idea about being one, instead if being embarrassed. He seemed to like everything about her, her personality, her looks, her voice, everything seemed perfect. And was it a plus she worked near dragons too and was going to work in Romania? It certainly was for Charlie Weasley. He watched her as she laughed at the crazy dance moves the twins were doing and a smile spread on his face. He looked out to the crowd and couldn't help but laugh too at the twins moves. "Everything seems so wonderful at the moment," Charlie Weasley looked at her as she spoke. Her smile slowly slipping from her face. "It's so hard to remember that after tonight it won't be." "No it won't," Charlie frowned. "So I guess we should make the most if tonight. Care to dance?" He asked holding his hand out. Saffron blushed hard and nodded, placing her hand in his. They placed their glasses and spun her onto the dance floor where they let loose. Spinning and bobbing around like lunatics. Saffron was enjoying herself much more than she had in a long time. She laughed with Charlie and at his jokes and silly faces. She could still feel the butterflies and nerves around him, and was confused as she had never felt like this before. Charlie took her hand and spun her around again. Saffron lost her footing for a few moments and began to fall but Charlie caught her. On hand on her hip and the other on her back. She looked up to say thank you but got caught in his eyes. It seemed like everything had stopped, and both thought they were just caught up in the moment. Only they weren't. Things had truly gone quiet. And the next thing they knew dark smoke, cackles and screaming filled the tent.
