A/N: The meaning of the name Esme is loved.

Yes, Roxy married a Zabini. He wasn't some horrible rapist or arrogant jerk or anything, don't worry. He and his family converted from the Dark Side—and I mean really converted…

Yes, this is the first depressing one of all of these that doesn't end too well--but let me promise you that Roxanne will get more love in future chapters from other characters!

Disclaimer: I was trying to translate 'I don't own' into Spanish…eh. Whatever. (Actually, I can't get the online translator to work…)


Roxanne Weasley-Zabini

Enchanted

"Mama, mama, mama!" Little Esme screeching.

"Shh, baby. C'mon, let Mama say goodbye to Georgie, okay? Then she'll pick you up."

"Mama!" Angrily.

"Bye, darling. I'll miss you." Tiredly.

"Of course, Mum. Will you be talking to Dad soon?" Eagerly.

A shaking head. "If I do, I'll let you know, love, alright?"

Sadly. "Yeah. Yeah, owl me. And if you do talk to him, tell him I want to see him! Why is he gone?" A kick aimed at the wall.

"George!"

"Mum, really! He's always away on those missions of his, to save the world and whatever. I want to see him for once in my life!"

"He'll be back for Christmas, George, you know that."

"Yeah, I know, but Christmas is so long from now. It's not fair. Everyone else's Dads are here."

"You know Dad is only trying to make us money so we can eat, George, so stop it!"

She misses when their family was small, when she could control her children, and when they were all so easily enchanted. George, by the littlest things. Herself, by her husband's unwavering gaze, her husband with her day-to-day songs that made him laugh and drop his jaw when she hit the high notes effortlessly. The house used to be surrounded by the enchantment of love—and now Markus was always away, always busy, always making his money.

She knows they need the money, of course.

But now…nothing enchants her anymore. The enchantment is broken. The princess was woken from her peaceful sleep by the kiss, and she can't go back.

Roxanne hoists her daughter onto her hip, kisses her son goodbye, and goes home to an empty house.