Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just playing in her world.

A/N: This is the longest one yet. I still have finished the Dramione one ... kind of lost my inspiration, so I'm letting it rest for a while and I'll pick it up late. This was meant to be aaalllooootttt shorter. But I got carried away.

Title: Targets.
Genre: Romance/Mystery?
Rating: K+
Warning: N/A
Pairing/Character: Teddy/Victoire, OC
Word Count: 1,003.

Victoire sat in her flat, sipping at a cup of tea and drawing patterns on the table with her finger. She was waiting for Teddy, her boyfriend, to call and let her know he was okay. He was supposed to come back from an Auror mission today, and she was anxiously awaiting his return after nervously worrying for the two weeks he had been away.

A man apparated in front of her, back facing her, and he wore a hoodie. She screamed and dropped her cup of tea, causing him to turn around quickly. His eyes were wide and he was on edge, but what scared Victoire most was that she didn't recognise him. He had short, brown hair and a pointed chin, high cheekbones and a small nose. His eyes seemed too big for his face, but it wasn't too drastic. He walked towards her quickly and grabbed her by the elbows.

"Are you Victoire Weasley?"

Victoire struggled to get out of his grip but, when this proved impossible, she merely nodded tensely.

"I need to get you out of here as soon as possible," he said, looking around as if expecting attack.

"Who the hell are you?" she demanded.

His grip tightened. "Just trust me, okay?"

She glared at him. "How are you supposed to trust people who won't answer your questions?" The man opened his mouth to answer but a crash from the other side of the room stopped him. Two people, dressed in black, floor-length, hooded cloaks had apparated in and accidentally knocked a fake potted plant over. Victoire screamed when she saw them, trying to escape the man's grip.

"That's why," he said in a urgent tone, apparating unexpectedly. When their feet hit solid ground, Victoire's knees buckled and she silently fell to her knees. She scrunched her eyes up as she waited for the dizziness to pass; it's always worse if you're not expecting it.

"Did you get her?" a familiar voice said and Victoire opened her eyes even though her head was still buzzing. "Oh God, Victoire, I'm so glad you're safe." Arms wrapped around Victoire and she melted into the hug, returning it eagerly.

"Teddy, what's going on?" she asked as she pulled away.

"You know that group of serial killers that have been wiping out loads of wizards around the UK?" Victoire nodded. "They've targeted you; or rather, us. You and I … because I killed one of them and they want revenge. I can only assume they're after you to hurt me, and I can't let that happen. I asked Dan to find you because they're probably tracking me. Don't worry, this place is protected. We're going to France to live with your aunt, Gabrielle. I've already talked it through with her. We can't say goodbye to anyone – the longer we stay here, the longer we're in danger. Dan's going to stay back and he'll tell them once we're safely out of the country, though he's not going to tell them where we went or who we're with in case anyone is listening in. We're going separately. You're going first; I'll meet you at your aunt's house in a week. Okay?"

Victoire was shocked into momentary silence, it took a while for the news to sink in. She frowned at him. "Why do we have to go separately? Why is it going to take you so long?"

"Like I said, Vic, they might be tracking me. If they're smart, they will be. They haven't failed to kill any of their targets yet. I can't let any harm come to you, so you're leaving just before sunrise. Don't talk to anyone, don't wave to anyone, don't even look at anyone. Keep your head down and walk fast. You know where your aunt lives – don't make any stops, just go straight there. Take the underground train thing – the tunnel that goes from here to France. I'll give you the money for any bus fees or anything. You just need to get there, am I clear?" Victoire nodded, and Teddy hugged her again, tight and desperate. "We're going to get through this, okay?" he said, his voice filled with sadness. "We're going to be alright."

"Yeah," Victoire said shakily, hugging him back. "We'll be fine."

Neither of them believed it. They were both terrified, they were both expecting the worst. They didn't believe they'd make it out alive.

Teddy pressed his lips against Victoire's and Victoire responded to the kiss half-heartedly. When their lips disconnected, Teddy rested his forehead against Victoire's. "I'll miss you. See you in France." Then he stood up, shared a brotherly hug with Dan, and left.

Dan looked at Victoire silently, and it became apparent to her that Dan wasn't going anywhere. He was her bodyguard, making sure she left on time and got to where she needed to be.

"We'll get them, you know," Dan said, folding his arms. "We'll hunt them down and kill them before they can kill you. And if they get past us, if they lay a single finger on you, we'll make sure they die a slow and painful death."

"I thought they were supposed to be the merciless ones," Victoire said, pushing herself up from the floor.

"We won't enjoy it," Dan explained expressionlessly. "We'll just give them what they deserve."

Victoire looked at the floor, unsure of how to continue the conversation. Even if she made it out of the country alive, she doubted Teddy would be so lucky, and that thought petrified her. Without Teddy, the world would be empty. If she lost him, it would be her fault, because she ran while he stayed and fought. If he died, she'd never be able to forgive herself. Ever.

"How are you supposed to trust people who won't answer your questions?" - Charmed.

A/N: Eh... this is alright. I've written better.

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