Days had gone by and still no sign of Emmeline around the castle. No one seemed to worry, except for some Hufflepuffs, a couple of curious Ravenclaws, and most Gryffindors. Actually, yes, some did worry. The staff evaded the questions thrown at any lessons for the fourth years, at the Great Hall, or anywhere, really. The only one who seemed to be showing signs of worry was Hagrid, although he always told Ron and Hermione that she was alright. Harry didn't really ask. He knew she was alright and he'd hear of her soon. At least he hoped he did. It wasn't until one morning that he took some parchment and a quill and wrote to her that he realized just how worried he was. He stood in the Owlery and watched his white snowy owl flew away with a roll of parchment tied on her ankle. He sighed and shook his head. Without further hesitation, he made his way to Hagrid's and before he knew it he was already knocking on his door.

Harry didn't give Hagrid the chance of properly opening his front door when he walked inside quickly and turned to look up at Hagrid, who closed the door with a frown on his face. ''Alright there, Harry?''

''Hagrid,'' Harry started. ''Is she alright?''

''Thought yeh knew more than I did-''

''You've talked to her, haven't you?'' Harry asked, interrupting. Hagrid sighed and sat in front of Harry, Fang asleep on his side.

''Doesn' matter how much I try ter write to her, 's more of how much she's talked ter my''

... ... ... ...

A book slammed against the wooden floor and a frustrated groan escaped her lips. The front door was opened and she acted without thinking. Whoever had entered was slammed outside of the cottage by a stunning spell and ended up falling on the ground a few meters away from the entrance. She looked up and gasped. Charlie groaned loudly and slammed his fists to the grass surrounding him. He thanks goodness he hadn't been slammed to a tree or else he would be plotting his vengeance already. ''Damn you, Emmeline!'' he shouted at her. She ran to him, rambling on apologies and helping him stand back up. He cleaned himself and sighed. ''You better stop with these reflexes or I'll end up dead''

''It's been a very frustrating morning... I'm really sorry about that''

''Don't worry,'' Charlie said as they started walking back to the house. ''Found anything yet?''

''No, nothing'' Emmeline said, feeling defeated.

''If you just told me what it is, it'd be a whole lot easier''

Emmeline closed the door and started to pick up all the books she had left open all around the floor. Charlie looked around and took off his sweater, throwing it on the red sofa. He sat down and looked up at her. Emmeline placed the last book on its place and stood there for a moment. She could've done it with magic but chose to gain some time to think of what to say to Charlie. She sighed, knowing that she had to tell him at some point. Charlie almost jumped when the fireplace lit again suddenly, ''My family had many things. Far too many. But there were these... things that besides being powerful and strange were most valuable. You and I both know how old and short my family line is so let's skip that part. At some point these were all stolen. But it was just one person who did it and we never knew who. If I don't have these objects back... I'm not sure of what this person if capable of''

''And what makes you think I can help you find them?''

''You can't''

''Excuse me, what?''

''You can't help me find them'' Emmeline said simply, turning to face him. ''But you will guide me to the man that will''

... ... ... ...

Warmsley,

Things are boring around here. Where are you? Katie's a pain in the arse. I blame you for that. The girls are really worried. Even Lee's starting to ask non-stop about you.
Are you planning on coming back at all? See, I wouldn't be surprised if you had left because of this new Professor. Gilderoy bloody Lockhart.
Have a heart attack now. You wouldn't be the first. Trust me. Even Alicia's turned into one of his loyal servants. Hermione has too, Ron says.
I'm surprised Katie hasn't. Speak of the Devil. She and Georgie have been spending a lot of quality time. Why aren't you here, again?
It really feels odd not having you here. Please tell me it's not permanent or else I'll hang myself.
You know, because it wouldn't be the same without you here. It isn't the same.

Are you coming for Halloween, at least? Katie says Harry knows where you are. He looks worried and won't tell anyone. Hermione says Hagrid might know too.
But no one says a thing. Why am I even writing this... Anyway. What else has happened? Oh, right. Malfoy called Hermione a Mudblood!
Can you believe him? Ron looked ready to throw an Unforgivable his way. I swear, they'll end up together. George thinks so too. But don't you jinx it!
Ron tried to hex him but ended up hexing himself. Crap, I forgot to tell you! But don't die on this. I know you'll murder Ron and Harry once you come back.
They came to school on Dad's flying car and crushed it against the Whomping Willow! His wand broke there.

Those two are following George and I's steps already. We're proud.

They miss you. Nothing's the same. Even Neville looks all sad. Come back, alright?

Without love,
Weasley

''What's that, Freddie?'' George's voice came from behind Fred. He stood up and rolled the parchment shut.

''A letter,'' Fred said simply, making his way out of the Common Room with George on his heel.

''I think I could've figured that one out myself,'' George chuckled. ''But really, to whom is it?''

Fred didn't reply until they reached the owlery. He tied the parchment to one of the owls there and didn't even turn to watch it fly away. He looked a George and sighed. ''Warmsley...'' he said miserably.

''You're joking!''

''Does it look like I am?''

George looked at him incredulously and chuckled to himself, ''I knew it'' he said.

''Knew what?'' Fred frowned.

''You can't lie to me, you know''

''What are you talking about?''

''You pretend you don't care about her but you do!''

Fred scoffed and shook his head, ''You're wrong''

''Really?'' George raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. ''Are you really going to try and lie to your brother right on his face?''

''I'm not lying''

''You are!''

''I don't care about her!''

''Damn it, Fred, you do! You like her more than you actually think you do''

''I know I don't like her''

''Oh, really?''

''Really''

''Then why'd you write her a letter for?'' George challenged. Fred stuttered but closed his mouth shut. George smirked in victory. ''Checkmate''

... ... ... ...

''How are you so sure I can tell you who to go to?'' Charlie asked Emmeline, who now prepared dinner. She turned to face him and left the ingredients to pour themselves into the bowl.

''I... had a dream'' she admitted. She blushed furiously when Charlie started laughing. ''Shut up'' she said crossing her arms and trying to be mad at him.

''So, let's see if I got this right,'' Charlie started. ''You choose to skip school for a great deal of time, probably worry everyone back there, make them send you thousands of letters which you haven't replied to, come here to make me gain some weight by making the best desserts for dinner every night, turn my place around searching for a name, and interrogate me just because you had a dream?''

Emmeline looked up to the ceiling for a moment and pouted, nodding. ''Pretty much, yeah'' she said.

''You're mad''

''That's what my last name stands for, Charles,'' she smiled and turned to wave her hand effortlessly and watched as a few apples zoomed from one side to the other and landed on the counter. A sharp knife flew from a cabinet to the apple and started to peel and cut them in half through the stem.

''Are you a Seer or something?''

''Of course not. I'm not that perfect'' she winked at him and waved a finger pointing directly to the stove. ''Preheating..'' she mumbled to herself.

''How modest''

''They call me that''

''No, but really. What kind of dream was this? Must've been important to drag you all the way here''

''Don't say that! I come here every chance I get''

Charlie looked at her seriously and said, ''You know what I mean, Emmeline''

She sighed and rolled her eyes. ''Alright, but you better start loving my food and showing it. It's not like you hate it when I'm around''

''You're the second best cook I know''

''Your mother must be the first''

''She is''

She sighed in a dreamy fashion, ''Ah, those pies. I wish she were here-''

''Get to the point already!''

She raised her hands defensively and said, ''Alright alright! Merlin, you have no patience''

''To be around you? I need lots of it and I've already spent too much time with you, it's reaching an end. I was worrying it hadn't started to wear off earlier. Now stop avoiding having this conversation''

Emmeline sighed and sat down on the stool next to Charlie she waved her hand quickly and the salt flew to her hand. She opened it and let it all fall on the counter in front of them. Charlie didn't protest or ask, but watched as she started to draw something. ''It was very strange... We stood in the woods and your house was visible from where we were. There was a man that held a bag in his hands and talked to you while I simply stood there, being ignored. It was when this man took whatever he had in the bag that I stopped being able to see either of you. All that was left was the bag and a dark cloaked figure in front of me. The bag had the old family crest printed on it. And somehow I just knew that it was of my property and you knew this man, who most likely has what I need''

''And the person in front of you?''

''I don't know. I never pay attention in Divination. Probably means a threat or sunshine-''

''How did that man look?''

''I'm not sure''

''Did he say anything?''

''I was only able to listen to three key words'' Emmeline whispered, staring down at what she had drawn on the counter. Charlie followed her gaze and frowned+.

''Crown, Sword... house?'' Charlie mumbled with a frown.

''Village, Charlie'' She said rolling her eyes.

''You don't have the best drawing skills'' He joked. She drew two parallel lines and looked up at him.

''And it all equals to... who?''

Charlie remained silent, his thoughts racing, searching for someone that would match those three words. He wondered what they meant. The smell of the tart started to fill the room just when he blinked and looked at her. ''I know where you have to go and who to look for''

''Who? Where?'' Emmeline said smiling excitedly.

''His name is Afrim. He lives in Albania''