A/N: So I found this unpublished chapter in my laptop. I figured, what the hell, may as well.

La Pedrera was possibly one of the weirdest built and most fun buildings Aimee had ever seen. The walls were wavy, not straight, with bumps and curves and deformed windows. That Antonio Gaudi guy who designed it sure had a lot of imagination. The group bustled inside, looking around. Aimee had half expected for there to be contortionists twisting around hanging off the ceiling; only when they walked in, Aimee found herself looking up at the sky. La Pedrera was hollow on the inside. The three teachers led the group, although one could wander around. Aimee and her friends kept mostly with the group, talking and sometimes commenting on the art and sculptures. Then they emerged to the roof, which was Aimee's favorite part. She and Adelaide, along with Charlie and Benji, took turns taking silly pictures with everything, laughing as they pretended to jump of the building or posing with the statues on the roof. Finally they were kicked out by a ruffled staff guide when Benji insisted they take his picture climbing up on one of the yellow, disfigured bird-like statues, so all four of them waited outside, examining the pictures and laughing over them.

When the rest of the students shuffled out, it was already darkening. They were taken to some wizarding restaurant to rest and eat, and then they asked to use the fire. One by one, they threw a pinch of flood powder (Monsieur Montgomery had brought a whole bag of it for the trip) and shouted the name of some other wizarding restaurant (They couldn't very well appear in a tourist-filled place where it looked like the church itself might spit them out if they so much as thought about magic in there).

Once they were stuffed inside the restaurant's back room, Madame Maxime shoved them out and they walked for ten minutes until they found the Sagrada Familia. It wasn't time for their tour yet, so Madame Maxime let them wander around for 40 minutes and buy stuff if they wanted to.

Benji wanted dessert, so they went off in search of something preferably Spanish-tasting, but after a while of wandering around and one weird little restaurant at which Benji refused to eat because they were pretty sure the freakish food they served there was not Spanish (Adelaide asked), he settled for hot dogs and sat down on a curb in front of the immense church to eat, watching the cars go by.

When the 40 minutes were up, they walked back to the spot in front of the Sagrada Familia where they'd been told to get together.

And then the tour began. The church had closed early, so they had it all to themselves. A guide was showing them around, telling them about the church in a monotone voice. Apparently the same guy who'd designed La Pedrera was the same one who'd started this one, and still, it hadn't been finished after a 400-year-long construction.

La Sagrada Familia was beautiful. The ceiling was extremely high, Aimee had to crane her neck to see it. It was also eerily silent. Halfway through their tour Charlie grabbed her shoulder. "Hey," Again his mouth spoke quietly into her ear. "Let's sneak away and explore this place ourselves."

"Charlie," Aimee hissed back, "Do you want to get kicked out of the building like at La Pedrera?"

"Nope," Charlie smiled at her, "We won't be getting caught this time," He nodded to an opened door at their far right. They were trailing after the group, so it would be easy to sneak away and not get caught. Aimee bit her lip. Stealing away for an hour or so with Charlie sounded awfully tempting, compared to the slightly boring tour they had ahead. La Sagrada Familia was beautiful and all, but they couldn't even utter a peep without a teacher or guide giving them a dirty look.

What little Aimee could see beyond the door was obscure.

"Come on," Charlie pleaded, "It'll be fun!"

Aimee looked at the slowly retreating group and then at the slightly ajar door, so inviting. She made up her mind. What fun was Barcelona without a little adventure? It was Barcelona, after all.

"Come on," She said, pulling him towards the door, looking back at the students to make sure no one saw them sneak away. Charlie grinned happily and followed obediently as Aimee carefully slipped inside, taking her wand out and making light appear out of its end. Charlie slid inside a little less gracefully and did the same as her.

"Where do you reckon we are?" Charlie asked, looking around the dimly lit staircase. The room was tiny and cool, silent and somewhat scary. The stairs led downstairs into pure abysm or up into even more dark abysm. Aimee examined the stairs, shining her wand up. "I'd say one of the towers," She grinned wickedly at Charlie.

They began ascending slowly, making sure each step was stable before putting full weight on it. Aimee trailed her hand on the wall, feeling the cracks and the gaps between the rocks in the wall. Their footsteps echoed up and down the staircases, which were tightly spiraled. Aimee shone her wand on the stairs and then to the wall.

A black spider scurried out of the light and she jumped back into Charlie, colliding into his chest with a little squeak. Her wand dropped in surprise and it fell down the steps, its light extinguishing. Charlie grabbed her arm and his other hand leaned against the wall to keep his balance and he laughed quietly, the low laughs echoing in the walls. "Aw, come on, it's only a spider."

"Imagine that thing crawling up your leg!" Aimee twitched and regretted wearing shorts. She could practically feel that thing going up her bare legs. She wondered if jumping on Charlie would freak him out too much.

Aimee had to admit, though, that she did like being so close to Charlie, and now only with one wand light. She could feel his chest expanding and contracting with every breath he took. The silence between them was not tense, but more like… waiting.

Then Charlie stepped back and flicked his wand. Aimee's wand came soaring back up the steps to her. Aimee murmured her thanks and they kept going up, Aimee wondering if she could pull off a fake spider attack.

They were going higher and higher. She could sense and hear the creaking of the stairs beneath her, which was sort of thrilling, knowing it could collapse any second. She saw a window up ahead, letting moonlight pour in.

When she looked out, Aimee could see all of Barcelona from there. It was truly beautiful, all the tiny lights shining in dots all over. It was vastly quiet and peaceful. Charlie appeared beside her, leaning on the stone windowsill, and they contemplated the view together. Down ahead, the sound of a dog barking and city noises reached ever so slightly up at them.

"I don't want to go to Russia," Charlie said suddenly. His arm pressed against hers, warm in the cool night.

Aimee sighed. "You don't have to," She murmured. Charlie shifted, folding his arms and putting his chin on them, frowning.

"I know I do. I have to make something of myself."

"Well, did it occur to you that you might be able to do something else? You could talk to people and see if there's an internship or a job that doesn't care about your lycanthropy."

Charlie grunted and disappeared back into the tower. Aimee stepped away from the window to see him sit down and stretch out on the steps. "Do you think I haven't, Aimee? There's always muggle jobs, but I don't want any of that. I want to live a normal life in the wizarding world. I don't want to be… shunned."

She sat down next to him and put her hand over his. "You don't have to be."

Charlie gave a dark, short laugh. He looked steadily back at her. "I already feel alone and I'm right here with you," He said quietly and then swallowed. They stared miserably at each other. His hand closed around hers.

But why couldn't they be together? Aimee didn't care about the whole werewolf thing. It was as easy as that. They were both in love and neither of them had ever made a move. It was about bloody time anyway.

Aimee leaned towards him, but Charlie stayed stubbornly facing forward with scowl on his face. "You aren't alone if you're with me." Aimee whispered into his ear, and he gave a slight shiver. Aimee kissed his cheek, or rather his jaw, just below the ear, feeling the rough skin with a day's worth of beard.

"You're being impossible, Aimee." His voice sounded slightly hoarse as he looked up towards the infinite stairs as if to find divine inspiration. "You know it could never happen."

"And why not?" Aimee turned her body toward him and traced a finger softly up his arm, eyes on him. Charlie stood up and ran his hand through his hair, leaning against the wall. "Because I'm a werewolf, Aimee, and I'm leaving for Russia in two months. You deserve more than waiting for me to come back."

Aimee stood up, determined to seduce him into giving in. "What if I say I don't care about that stuff and that I'd wait for you?" She leaned against the wall next to him and stared at him intently. She was one step up, so now her face was the same height as his.

Charlie's jaw locked. "Because I might never come back," He answered quietly.

His words hung in the air for a few seconds.

"But you love me, Charlie."

"Yes," He said, and started laughing without humor.

Aimee stepped down to the same step he was standing on and grabbed his hand. "So do I, so now problem's solved."

Charlie turned to her as if he might kiss her, his face so close to hers, but then he pulled back, shaking his head, looking like it was taking every ounce of self-control to do this. His hand slipped out of hers, and he stepped down, away from her. "Aimee, you need to think this through. You could have a better life than me. When I leave to Russia you could just forget me. If the cure they're working on there is successful, then maybe-"

"Oh, shut up." Aimee snapped impatiently, then grabbed him by the jacket and kissed him.

For one glorious moment she could taste his lips. Their bodies pressed together, his hands on her face.

Below them, in the distance, there was a creak of a door opening. "Who's there? I know someone went up there!"

They broke apart, silently even as Aimee's head was spinning. Instinctively, they both hissed "Nox," and put out their wand lights. Aimee's heart pounded hard. "They must have heard us," Charlie breathed, his lips moving against her forehead. Aimee pushed away from him but grabbed his wrist as the sound of feet pounding up the stairs began. "Come on!" She whispered excitedly, containing a giggle. She and Charlie started running up the stairs as quickly and silently as they could, but with the rickety stairs it was nearly impossible.

"Stop! You're trespassing Sagrada Familia Property!"The voice was male, marked with an accent, and then the voice proceeded to yell up at his escaping violators in Spanish.

Charlie and Aimee began to laugh, trying unsuccessfully to muffle their voices. Charlie ran up ahead of her and tugged at her hand. "There's another door up there!" Aimee couldn't see it, but Charlie, with heightened werewolf senses, obviously could. They clomped loudly up the last steps leading to the door, and one broke off slightly below Charlie's foot as he passed over it, and when Aimee's own foot ran over it, it broke and she tripped with a squeal, but Charlie now grabbed her upper am and yanked her up again, practically dragging her. Aimee couldn't help but laugh out loud before she clapped her hand over her mouth.

They reached the door and Charlie raised his wand and it burst open as he muttered an incantation under his breath, and they both ran past it. Aimee turned and pointed at the ajar door. 'Fermiculo!' She thought with clarity, and the door slammed closed. She turned back around as she caught a final glimpse and confirmed that the metal pipe slid into place, locking the man out. Good. Now the only way to open it would be the way they came.

They were now running down what looked like a bridge between tower and main building, made up of stone, and no ceiling, open to the sky. The rock walls beside them were only waist high and a few gargoyles were scattered to their left, facing Barcelona.

"Through here!" Charlie said, and pulled her to their left as their bridge-looking hallway parted in two and went inside the church. Now they were in pure darkness, running blind as the adrenaline cursed through their veins. It was truly exciting and they soon came to a stop once they had no idea where they were and lost the little light from the half moon behind them now that they were in a closed space.

"I think we lost him," Charlie panted. He grabbed her face again and kissed her.

No one bothered them this time.

xxx

When they went down again, they couldn't find the group, so they went outside to wait. Fifteen minutes later the gaggle of students swarmed out and Aimee and Charlie discretely joined them. Adelaide gave them a look but made no comment.

When they got to the hotel, they bid goodnight to each other, and Charlie squeezed her hand. Boys and girls went in different directions. As they neared their rooms, Adelaide yanked Aimee's arm and kidnapped her into her hotel room, dumping her on her bed.

"Where were you guys?" Adelaide asked, "What happened?"

"Oh." Aimee watched Adelaide's two roommates wander into the room, taking no notice of her. Aimee could feel the smile in her face.

"Oh. I bet you snogged. You snogged, didn't you? He told you he was in love with you, didn't he?" Adelaide sat down. "Oh, Aimee. I hope you know what you're getting yourself into.

Aimee suddenly doubted. "It's not so bad, Addie."

"Aimee, I know Charlie. I could tell he liked you since he met you, and then I suspected it was a little bit stronger than that sometime during Christmas. I love Charlie and all, but I was also worried about you." Adelaide grabbed her wrist. Aimee kept quiet. "And I could tell you so loved him, too." Adelaide smiled, and patted her hand, then her eyes flicked suspiciously to her roommates as they bustled around, changing into their pajamas and talking about their trip to the Sagrada Familia. "That thing about Charlie," Adelaide lowered her voice, and she looked significantly at Aimee, "I thought it would always come between you. First, when he didn't tell you, and then I figured it would take some time for you to get over it. And I knew you wouldn't last with David. I knew it."

Adelaide stood up. "Let's go out in the hallway."

They chose a corner in the hallway, where the elevators were found, and produced the Muffliato spell. It was late enough that they probably wouldn't be over heard by other guests anyway. Adelaide was quiet for some more time and then spoke.

"Charlie doesn't forget very easily, Aimee. He's very sensitive about his being a werewolf, really touchy about it. I knew he'd be dead-set about talking to you again because he's still angry about his lycanthropy. He refused to speak to us for a long time after he got bitten, actually. Thinks that we hated him for it or something. We don't talk about that time much. But… but you came through." Adelaide chuckled under her breath. "I'm really happy for you guys. I really am. You'll be good to him, I know. Oh. But will he be good for you? Oh, Aimee."

"This is good." Aimee said softly, "Isn't it?"

"Yeah," Adelaide said, "He'll be really happy with you. I'm so grateful we have you in out lives, sweetie." The thought of Charlie leaving her in a month and a half loomed over her. She could avoid it now, but sooner or later he'd leave, and then what?

Aimee sniffed, and Adelaide uttered a little laugh that sounded somewhat like a sob. "What's wrong?" Adelaide's eyes seemed watery, and Aimee wiped away a tear on her face. "I'm just happy, that's all. But I'm also worried. Charlie told you about Russia, I suppose?" The last two words trembled a little.

"Don't cry," Adelaide said, but even as she said it a tear ran down her cheek.

It was like a Best Friends Cry Fest. They were both crying and telling each other not to. Aimee loved the corniness of it all, even through the sadness, and felt a swelling in her chest. Adelaide was such a great friend, so good to her, and Aimee was grateful that she had her. She silently gave thanks to the gods above for Adelaide.

"I don't want him to leave!" Aimee said tearfully, and buried her face on Adelaide's shoulder, who petted her hair comfortingly. "I know he has to. He won't be happy as a werewolf, but I wish he didn't have to anyway."

"But he'll come back. And you can visit each other. And then, think of it! He won't be a werewolf anymore." Adelaide gave Aimee's shoulder a squeeze.

"But at what cost?" Aimee replied quietly, sniffing. "What he'll be doing will be dangerous. Painful, at least. I'm not sure whether or not I think it's worth it."

Adelaide didn't say anything, but with her ear pressed up against her body, Aimee heard her swallow.

"I know. I don't want him to get hurt either, baby."

xxx

They were taken to La Boqueria the next day, a pretty plaza out on the open, and Aimee felt better. There was something about looking at pretty clothes and then bingeing on them that made a soul feel better. She bought a pair of boots, skinny jeans, a pretty new bright red bikini with hints of gold, and a pair of khaki shorts.

Adelaide had 5 shopping bags on her arms which she dumped in Benji and Charlie's arms after their timid offer to help her out with a bag or two.

Monsieur Montgomery approached Aimee as she fiddled with a shell necklace, wondering if the high price was worth it.

"Aimee," He said in a low voice in English as he came over. "Can I have a word?"

"Sure" Aime responded, abandoning the necklace and following him into a store that had almost no people in it. He took out a cutout piece of newspaper, the wizarding one of Barcelona, titled El Sur, and handed it to her. Aimee took it without a word and flattened it one on a table with a display of stone elephants.

"What does it say?" Aimee asked, and Monsiweur Montgomery tapped the paper with his wand and the words transformed to English. He had used a translating spell.

Aimee watched as the big black letter of the title of the article, presumably front page by the size of it- unfolded themselves, baring the words – HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED SUSPECTED TO BE IN ZARAGOZA

Aimee felt her hands shake. "This is today's newspaper?"

Montgomery looked at her as she stared disbelieving at the words, her eyes scanning the first lines. He nodded.

So many months without notice, so much time Aimee had felt had passed since the last news of him. She had believed him to be in England, hiding, waiting for the opportunity to strike.

She had felt like she had all the time in the world, but now it seemed that the confrontation was near. A few lines popped out at her from the text.

… is believed to have been hiding at muggle Francisco de los Santos's house, killing him and his family…

…under the imperious curse, and when a wizarding neighbor, who asked to remain anonymous, noticed strange behavior reported it to the Spanish Ministry of magic who sent Aurors right away to investigate…

… and children Carlos and Gabriela de los Santos, ages 2 and 4, along with wife Gabriela de los Santos, age 34 found dead with Francisco de los Santos …

Aimee read on as the article went on to describe that the authorities thought that Voldemort had been presumably alerted by and impervioused Francisco de los Santos himself when the anonymous neighbor had questioned him, and had fled the house, him and the Death Eaters that had been accompanying him. A picture of the house was on the front page, along with two Aurors in wizarding clothes carrying out what looked like a body in a bag.

Aimee's hands shook. Carlos and Gabriela de los Santos, ages 2 and 4, along with wife Gabriela de los Santos, age 34 found dead with Francisco de los Santos…

So a family had been killed. The children murdered. They hadn't even spared them, two little kids who couldn't have known what was happening. Aimee locked her jaw and resisted the urge to rip the article to pieces.

It was all for her.

He'd come for her.

Montgomery put a hand on her shoulder as Aimee handed the article back to him. "I've made arrangements to take you back to Beauxbatons, Aimee, if you wish. Do you want to go back?"

Aimee bit her lip. She so wanted to stay. Could she? When would Voldemort strike?

Tonight, of course. Her last night in Barcelona. If Voldemort had somehow found out about her coming here, he probably would get her as soon as he could, now that they were found out. He was in the neighboring city, just 200km away.

"I want to talk to my brother first, to see what can be done."

Montgomery dropped his hand. "You aren't safe here. He can't get you at Beauxbatons, but here he can, and he will if he has the chance. I don't know how the news leaked out, but they did. And while you are here, you endanger those around you."

Aimee nodded silently.

"Look, Dumbledore already sent a few of his Aurors here to Barcelona to look after you while you are here, so we have backup."

"I know." Aimee said quietly, then walked off to find a more private space inside where she could talk to

xxx

For lunch they ate at a restaurant whose name Aimee forgot, and then they went to the Picasso Museum followed by a show at Teatre Lliure.

After that they headed back to the hotel so that people could get ready for the bonfire at 8. Aimee pulled on a pair of white shorts and a frilly shirt over her new red bikini and her new pair of gladiator sandals. When she was ready she went over to Charlie's room and knocked.

One of his roommates, some boy from the house of Arnaud, opened the door. "Hey, Adam. Charlie there?" Aimee asked, tilting her head to look past him.

"Yeah," Adam said, and turned. "Hey! Charlie! Aimee's at the door."

Charlie entered the room from the bathroom pulling a white t-shirt over his head. Aimee smiled as she remembered her hands on that chest just last night. He was wearing flip flops and a pair of swimming trunks with little squares on it. His face bore into a grin as he saw her.

"Hey," he said, coming out and closing the door behind him. "How are you?" Before she had a chance to answer, he looked down the hall and seeing nobody, pulled her close and kissed her as Aimee was about to say "fine".