A/N: I know I haven't updated in ages but I have been crazy busy and I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted to happen at the end of this so I held off posting. But now it's here, hurray! Don't forget to review! :D


Dear Sarah,

I hope you are well. I did not get to say goodbye to you after the wedding because, as you know, it ended very abruptly. I hope you are alright. I enjoyed meeting you and I was thinking that I would like for us to be friends. I really enjoyed your company.

Yours,

Viktor Krum

I sighed internally. He really did have horrible timing. I already had Charlie and Raymond vying for my affection, Viktor would just have to step aside.

"Who's it from?" Charlie looked a little nervous.

"Viktor Krum," I held out the letter for him to read.

Charlie's reaction would have been hilarious if I wasn't in such a bad mood. First, his eyebrows shot up and nearly disappeared into his hairline, then they jerked right back down to form a grumpy shelf over his eyes. Then his mouth opened to say something, but it snapped shut only a few moments later. Then he whipped the letter right out of my hand. His expression grew darker and darker as he read the words on the page.

"'I really enjoyed your company'?! Yeah, you, mean 'I want to see you naked'..." Charlie muttered under his breath as he reread the letter. After a few more seconds he composed his face and casually handed it back.

"Are you going to write back?" He asked, nonchalantly flopping onto the couch, trying to pretend that he didn't care – even though he knew that I knew he cared very much.

"I don't have enough space in my brain for Viktor Krum right now. If he really wants to be my friend than he can wait till next week..." I sat down on the couch right next to Charlie and he rested his arm around my shoulders without thinking.

"Ok then... good."

"Were you jealous for a second there, Charlie?" I smirked at him and gave him a little poke in the ribs.

"Nope." Charlie replied brazenly with one of his cheeky grin. "Because I know that if he tried to steal you, I'd just win anyway."

"Oh, would you?!" I sat forward in mock indignation.

"My irresistible charm and rugged good looks had you hooked from day one – what chances does an international quidditch player have against me?"

"I don't know about that! I think I would have to set you both tasks, so you could earn the right to have my hand. Like medieval princesses!"

"Well, I would win, I can tell you that now." Charlie slid forward so his eyes were staring right into mine. "Because I would allow nothing to stand between me and your hand. I can promise you that."

The same floury of nervous guilt rolled around in my stomach. I could see the sincerity in his face and yet I knew that he would eat those words when he found out...

"What did I say?" He whispered.

"What?" I looked at him confused.

"Your eyes glazed over and you looked like you were going to run for it." He made a poor attempt at his cheeky smile to hide the concern that was so clear in his eyes, especially at this proximity.

"I just... you don't know what you're saying, that's all. You don't really know what you're doing, by committing yourself to me..."

He searched my eyes, flicking from one pupil to the other. We were silent for a full minute, just staring at each other.

"Just tell me what the problem is, Sarah, and I'll fix it."

"I will tell you. Tomorrow. But you won't be able to fix it." I stood up and walked away from him. I walked down the hall to the bathroom and locked myself in. I clambered into the empty bathtub fully dressed and lay there with my eyes closed, trying to figure out a way to avoid telling Charlie the whole truth.

I was still wearing the t-shirt and jeans that belonged to Charlie – I hadn't had a chance to change. I was only now beginning to feel grimy and unclean, even though I had been wearing these clothes for three or four days. I pondered the idea of just having a bath right there and then but I had nothing to change into and I couldn't muster the energy to go out and ask Charlie for more clothes. So I sat and wallowed.

It was at least half an hour before Charlie came to find me. I heard a soft knock on the door and he called my name gently. When I didn't reply he knocked harder.

"I know you're in there. It's not a very big apartment, you can't hide. I hope you're decent because I'm coming in." I heard the lock click and the door opened behind me. My dislike for magic was beginning to grow...

I had my back to him and the door but I didn't turn around to look. I didn't need to see his face, it would only make me feel worse.

I heard him put the lid of the toilet seat down and sit on it. The toilet was placed directly beside the bath so he was now sitting directly behind me. He didn't ask me why I was sitting in the tub, however. He didn't say anything at all, actually. He just sat in silence.

"You won't like it." I mumbled. "I don't know why you're in such a hurry to find out."

"It upsets me to see you so conflicted. I just want to know how I can help."

"Well, trusty me, there is nothing you can do. Really."

"I don't understand what it is that can be so bad? Is there someone else?" The frustration was building in his voice.

"No! Well, kind of... but no. It's really complicated!" I pressed my hands over my face. My words hung in the air making the silence as thick as custard.

"What? Who?" Charlie's voice was flat now.

"No, it's not like that!" I twisted in the bath so that I was leaning against the curved side with my legs out behind me. "It just there's this guy who... I was kind of involved with, but it wasn't really me- I was- we were engaged, kind of, I think but not actually-" the words were mutating as they came out of my mouth and I hated myself more and more as each statement made Charlie flinch a little bit.

"You were engaged?" He leaned back from me ever so slightly.

"No! Well, he was engaged to the person I used to be- Oh, this is getting so muddled!"

"Just tell me what's going on here."

I looked at him. I either had to tell him the full truth or tell him nothing at all, but if I stopped talking now he would just end up brooding over this other guy and by the time I told him that I was a death eater tomorrow he might have convinced himself that he didn't really like me at all. And I needed that not to happen. So my only choice was to tell him everything.

I hoped that Raymond had received my letter by now and that he had managed to get out because I had no idea what Charlie might do – especially now that he knew that Raymond was in love me- with Gaia.

I started at the beginning. I described how Raymond had shown up in my room and tried to convince me to go with him. I told him about how Raymond had explained that I was actually Gaia Dolohov and that I was a witch and that I hadn't taken this news too well so that was why I had almost passed out that night when Charlie and Kinglsey ran in and found me on the floor. I explained that Raymond and Gaia had been engaged and that I had had a memory charm placed on me to force me to forget. And then I told him that Antonin Dolohov, my father, was a death eater and that I had been planted as a spy to collect information on the Order for You Know Who.

As I had been talking, Charlie had sat in stony silence. He just stared at me blankly. No expression, no reaction, no nothing.

The tension built up until I thought he was going to explode. I could feel tears gathering around the rim of my eyelids.

"I don't know what to do..." I whispered, finally.

"Neither do I..." Charlie replied, as disgust started to spread over his features.