A/N This is a jkr fanfiction and everything in the story, except Maisse Pottinger and Jenny Prewett, belongs to her and her brilliant mind.

This is my first completed fanfiction that I am publishing here. It never would have been finished without my dear friend & writer in spirit, Jennifer (GulloftheSea) and my mom. Thanks for the time, edits and encouragement!

Thoughts are reviews are appreciated!

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BAD THINGS COME IN THREES

The early morning sun broke through the small opening in the curtain. Its light shined directly into my face causing my already shut eyes to squint. I rolled over and pulled the covers up and groaned. Last night had been miserable, probably one of top five worst nights in my entire 29 years. I heard the shower running and remembered I wasn't home. Make that one of the top three worst moments in my life.

I threw the covers off and looked around the half packed bedroom. The boxes I'd packed so that together we could move into our new home…

What a fool I am, I thought. Why didn't I just apparate in get my broom and leave? Why did I stay?How pathetic…

I got out of bed and the memories of the previous night flashed through my head:

I was having such a great time, laughing, drinking.

She was dancing with one of the new wizards from her office.

Watching her kiss HIM, with me not ten feet from her; and she had just smiled at me no less than thirty seconds ago. T

The looks on the many faces around me showed no surprise..This had been going on for sometime and I was the last to know!

Dressed, I grabbed my broom. The shower was still running. I disapparated away.

Two weeks later

Charlie –

Something came up with the team so Oliver and I will be a day late. We'll still be there next week though.

Can't wait to see you, Zina, and especially the new flat! Still haven't told mum that you're living together, but you'd better tell her soon!

Love,

Ginny

Gin – Zina and I broke up. Not ready for visitors, hope you understand – Charlie.

A week later

"Ginny? What are you doing here?" I was shocked to see my sister sitting in my flat when I got home from work, "Is Oliver here?"

"No, just me," She walked over and hugged me tightly; "I was very worried after I got your last letter and I'm not exactly company, am I?"

As I hugged her, I instantly relaxed. She was the one of two people in the world I trusted now. In a way, I was happy she was here. Ginny grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen.

"Come on, I made dinner."

Two years later

It was a crisp fall day in Romania. The air was dry and cool. It was a day where long pants and a t-shirt would suffice when the sun was out, but a heavy sweater was needed at night. The fall foliage was in full splendor.

I walked down a desolate dirt road lined with trees in their peak color. Anyone else would be enjoying a walk in the county. Not me. I was on yet another rescue mission. I was tired and annoyed at my new responsibilities and lost to boot.

"The house should be right here," I thought standing in the middle of the road, looking around.

I'd been working with dragons for the past ten years in Romania. It was the only country that would allow the wizarding world to keep such a large number of the magical beasts in one location. The fact was, the government needed the money, and the wizarding world was willing to pay handsomely to keep these beasts out of their borders. As European countries banned the domestication of dragons, a refuge was needed for them to live and to be studied. For most of those ten years that was what I did; study the magical properties of Dragons.

Not now. Eastern European countries, specifically, Albania, Belarus, & Bosnia, had just banned domestic dragons and wanted them out of their countries. The world was finally cracking down on the dragon trade.

I hated my new job. Now, I had to travel to these new countries to take dragons back to the refuge in Romania. This isn't what I wanted to do. I hated rescuing dragons. Most were kept under deplorable conditions with hardly enough room to spread their wings, and barely enough to eat. Most were starving to death. Their owners were often irate at having to give up their pets and threaten to curse me. On the few occasions that I'd rescued a dragon from caring owners, I would have to sit with them while they cried on my shoulder, assuring them their beloved pet would be fine, happy in their new home. I told them they could come and visit, which they couldn't. I really hated my new job. This isn't what a researcher should be doing.

I shoved my hands in my pockets, and felt a folded up piece of paper. I pulled it out. A letter from my bloody cousin. I read it again, even though I knew it wouldn't make me happy.

Charlie,

Ay, dear cuz, I know you must hate me for not coming back... I just have too much going on here, getting ready for classes and such. I wish I could see you, you should come visit. I miss you and Ginny like mad, but I'm just swamped with lesson plans.

Alex went home for a few weeks, but he got back a few days ago and I've seen him twice since. He's a good friend.

I am sure that Ginny won't pair you with anyone obnoxious, no worries. As for our mothers... well, yes, them you should worry about! I'll send Ginny a new potion I discovered over here, it should make them a bit more-erm-mellow. I'll be thinking of you all...

As for the pain... I've been told it eases over time. Let me know if it does for you, it definitely hasn't over on my end. But nothing lasts forever, right?

Let me know how the wedding goes.

Love,

Jenny

I looked up from the letter, looking for the house where my next rescue was, I said to myself, Can't find the bloody dragon; Jenny won't be home and Zina. Well, bad things come in three right? I should be in for some good luck."