It was the morning of Bill's wedding and I woke up in a cold sweat, something wasn't right but I couldn't figure out what. I was suddenly tempted to try and convince them to postpone the wedding but I remember Fleur Delacour from when her school stayed at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament and I knew she wouldn't change her mind.

So I kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to make anything worse. I felt bad enough about Mad-Eye's death and George's injuries. I had barely spoken to George the last few days, I couldn't even meet his eyes. The scar on his face was staring at me every day and I felt a wave of guilt crash over me every time I saw it so I did my best to try to not look at it.

The scars didn't seem to bother George much, he was his usual self. Full of jokes and laughter, he even tried to make me smile a few times but I couldn't manage it. Sometimes I managed a weak smile but it soon disappeared. I did manage a small laugh when George made a joke about Molly being able to tell him and Fred apart now but it was quickly followed by guilt and I think he knew I felt bad about it because even though he stayed close he didn't try and push me to talk to him.

By the time I made it downstairs, everyone was in high spirits about the wedding this afternoon but I could only feel uneasy about it all. I just knew something was going to go wrong but I had to keep my mouth shut. Anything to avoid making things worse for anyone. I had made the decision that I was going to leave after the wedding, I didn't need to darken anyone else's life with my curse.

"Celeste?" I jumped and the glass I was holding slipped out of my hand and shattered on the floor, "Shit, sorry. I didn't mean to make you jump"

"It's alright, Fred" I muttered and quickly bent down to pick up the bigger pieces but I froze when Fred's hand closed around my wrist.

"I got it," he said softly and slowly pulled his wand out of his pocket, I flinched back slightly when he waved it over the broken glass. It put itself back together and Fred placed the glass back on the table, "There, good as new"

Yeah, only if everything was that easy to fix.

I quickly stood up and went to go to the front room but Fred quickly caught my arm making me freeze up. "I wanted to talk to you," Fred said quietly and looked around quickly before leading me out the backdoor and to the bottom of the garden away from anyone who could overhear.

So, it was one of those conversations.

"George won't ask you but I will. What's going with you?" Fred said quickly, straight to the point and it threw me for a minute while I tried to process his words.

"Nothing" I muttered and kicked the grass underneath my feet, just so I could avoid Fred's eyes.

"That's bull and you know it" Fred commented and decided to sit on the floor, making it clear that he wasn't going anywhere until I fessed up. I sighed before sitting on the grass next to him, "You feel guilty, don't you?"

"Observant" I muttered and Fred grinned, "Then why ask if you knew?"

"Clarification" Fred shrugged, "He doesn't blame you, you know"

"He should if I had kept my mouth shut-"

"Then he would have lost his ear" Fred cut in quickly, "Trust me, he'd rather have a few scars than one ear"

"That doesn't make me feel any better, Fred" I stated, "Mad-Eye died because I opened my mouth"

"From what I can gather he was going to die whether or not you said something" Fred deadpanned and my mouth fell open slightly at the bluntness of his statement. "You shouldn't feel guilty for trying to help him, Lettie and you shouldn't feel guilty about George's injury either"

"The guilt will fade over time" I admitted and then looked at Fred, "I want to try and find a way to bind my ability"

"What?" Fred asked, "Are you insane?"

"Maybe" I shrugged, "But it's a curse now, Fred. I've had it my whole life but I still don't know how any of it works"

"You shouldn't bind something you were born with," Fred said quickly, "If you do that you're going to lose part of yourself"

"I'm leaving" I blurted and Fred's eyes went wide, I looked away from him again and started picking the blades of grass. "After the wedding"

"What? No way" Fred said quickly, "If you leave then you're putting yourself in harm's way again. He could capture you again"

"If he does then he does" I sighed and pushed myself to my feet, "I'm better off in the dark room than out here, he might even kill me. Makes no difference to me anymore"

"Lettie, you can't seriously be thinking about this," Fred said, quickly rising to his feet and grabbing my hand before I walked off.

"You don't need me darkening your lives any more than I already have" I shrugged and pulled my hand free, "But don't say anything George, though, its better that I just disappear again"

I walked away from Fred and back into the Burrow, I passed George as I hurried up the stairs ignoring him calling my name, "You can't just walk away in the middle of a conversation, Lettie!" Fred called after following me.

"Just did!" I called back without looking over my shoulder, I heard Fred groan in frustration.

"Lettie, come on! Think about this for a minute!" Fred said, following me down the hall and I sighed.

"I have"

"Think about what?" George asked and his voice made me freeze with my hand on my door handle, I turned around and George had a look of complete confusion.

"It doesn't matter!" I replied quickly and Fred narrowed his eyes at me. "Oh, don't look at me like that!"

"Lettie-"

"Say my name all you want, Fred, I am not changing my mind!"

"Can someone tell me what the hell is going on with you two?!" George said, his anger and voice rising slightly and I shrunk back on instinct and Fred caught it.

"Nothing is going on" Fred muttered quickly, turning on his heel and walking off.

George watched his brother walk off with a frown before looking at me and his eyes instantly softened. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," George said quickly and my eyes scanned his scar on his face before scanning the scar that was on his neck which disappeared under his shirt before I met his eyes for a brief moment and my heart thundered against my chest.

"It's fine" I muttered, "You didn't do it on purpose"

"Just like you didn't do this" George gestured to his face, "On purpose" I looked at him quickly with wide eyes.

"How did-"

"I can read you like a book, Tee" George interrupted me and my face flushed, "Are you going to tell me what that was with Fred?"

"It was nothing" I replied instantly and avoided his eyes, "Just forget about it, I'll see you later, okay?" I added and quickly ducked inside my room, I locked the door and leaned against it and tears slipped out of my eyes, trailing down my face.

I suddenly found myself craving the darkness of the room in which I was kept. I was alone and I didn't hurt anyone, it was just me. It was easier being shut in a room left to my own devices. Maybe my mind really has gone, but I don't know the difference anymore. All that remains of me are the months I spent in isolation. I barely remember who I was before I was captured and try as I might I don't think I can ever get her back.

She was gone.

Dead and buried.

(Third Person)

George was confused, no, he was more than confused. He knew Celeste felt awful for what had happened to him but there was more, there had to be. She had pretty much retreated into herself again and George couldn't figure out why. He spent the rest of the morning trying to figure it out, he even asked Fred what had happened but he would press his lips together tightly and shake his head.

Celeste hadn't come back out of her room and truth be told George was starting to worry. But what could he do? Break her door down?

That's a sure-fire way to trigger a panic attack, George knew he still had to be gentle with Celeste but she's getting better. Well, George thought she was and he didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to help her.

George was barely paying attention to anything around him, he had enough attention to do something that his mother asked. No one wanted to test Molly Weasley when she was on a mission. He noticed that Fred seemed distracted too, George just put it down to their earlier conversation, Celeste had said something to Fred and he didn't like it.

Fred had to tell him, he had to tell his brother that Celeste was going to leave but she had told him not to, he was torn between doing what Celeste had said and telling his brother what she was planning. Even Fred didn't know what to do.

The Weasley Twins were at a complete loss at what to do about the broken girl hidden in her room. They both wanted to help her but not a clue on how to do that. George wanted to protect her and help her heal and Fred wanted to protect her too, but he also wanted to keep her away from Voldemort, he knew that once he was done with her he would kill without hesitation and George had grown attached to Celeste so he couldn't let that happen.

Fred's mind was made up when Celeste finally came downstairs dressed for the wedding and he saw George's eyes light up and a smile appear on his face when he saw her. He had to know what she was planning.

George's heart started pounding the second he saw Celeste, her dark blue dress bringing out her bright blue eyes so much more. Her skin was still pale but it had more colour to it, she had gained a little bit of weight thanks to Molly's constant feeding. It was shown in the way her dress hugged her waist, showing curves George never knew she had. Of course, she had matured since her time in Hogwarts. Celeste wasn't a child anymore, none of them was. She looked healthy again and George was simply spellbound.

Celeste almost tripped over her own feet when she caught George watching her from across the room and she took a minute to take him in. Where Fred wore a gold coloured waistcoat and a silver tie under a dark jacket, George wore purple under the same dark jacket. Celeste quickly concluded that she liked purple on George, the colour was a bold choice and he made it work.

On her way past the twins, Celeste sent a shy smile to George. His breath rushed out of his body, leaving his head spinning.

George's mouth went dry as his eyes trailed over her. Taking in the way the soft lighting inside the Burrow highlighted the brown in her hair, his eyes followed her as she ran her fingers through the side of her hair, pushing it away from her face. Their eyes met and it felt like someone had just punched him in the stomach.

She was beautiful.

A beautifully damaged woman who needed someone to help guide her back to who she was meant to be. As the pieces fell into place, George realised that she had always been beautiful. When they'd been at Hogwarts together, he would catch himself watching her in Potions, the way her tongue would press to her top lip and a slight crease between her eyebrows as she concentrated. The way she would tilt her head back as she laughed. The little smile she had on her face when she saw one of his pranks executed perfectly. George knew he needed her in his life.

George shook his head slightly before turning to head outside with the rest of the wedding party but Fred put a hand on his shoulder pulling him a stop, "Georgie" Fred said softly and George slightly tensed up at the tone of his voice.

"What is it?" George asked, casting a quick look outside just in time to see Celeste smile warmly at Molly before hugging her and as if sensing his gaze on her, she turned her head and her eyes met George's, his heart pounding in his chest he managed to send her a smile before turning his attention back to his brother.

"About earlier" Fred started and George noticed the shift in his eyes, "She's leaving"

"What?" George replied, his mind went blank for a split second before panic rose in his stomach, "No she's not"

"It's what she said" Fred countered and George looked for Celeste again only relaxing slightly when he saw she was now talking to Ginny, "She said she was going to leave after the wedding. She didn't want me to say anything to you but you needed to know"

Fred went outside leaving George to his thoughts for a moment, George could barely register it. She's leaving. Why would she want to leave?

George was more confused than ever, if she left then she would be alone, out in the open. Easy for Voldemort to grab her again, why would she risk that? Why would she leave the protection that the Weasley's offered?

Does she want to go back?

George shivered as the question popped into his mind, it wouldn't make sense for Celeste to want to return to the clutches of Voldemort. Why would she want to return to the abuse and loneliness?

Loneliness.

George realised, with a sinking heart, that's something that Celeste had gotten used to. Isolation. Darkness. Pain. He knew she felt awful for his injuries and Mad-Eyes death.

My gift was tainted with Evil and now it's a curse. Celeste's words bounced around George's head as he made his way outside to join the others but he made sure to keep an eye on Celeste.

Celeste believed her gift was a curse and deep down she believed that she belonged under the power of Voldemort. His Pawn. Nothing more and nothing less.