Charlotte had been stuck down here for Merlin knows how long, though she could safely say it hadn't been a month since she was turned. Fenrir kept up his daily visits, making sure she was feeling well. Today though, he looked concerned about something.

"Is everything okay, Fenrir?" Charlotte asked with a frown.

"Yeah, it's great actually. Uh… The Dark Lord wants to send you home…" He trailed off, as if there was something more he didn't want to tell her.

"Isn't that a good thing? What aren't you telling me?" Her voice was demanding and authoritative.

Fenrir sighed, he couldn't not tell her. "He want to send you home on the night of the full moon. Most likely you'll end up hurting a lot of people you care about. Worst case scenario, you kill them all. The problem with Pups is that it's impossible to tell what kind of personality their wolf holds before their first transformation. In other words, we don't know if you'll hurt a few people or if you'll kill everyone in sight."

Charlotte stared at him, blinking blankly. She really didn't know what to say… After a few moments taking in the information, she finally spoke.

"How long until the next full moon?" Charlotte asked quietly.

Fenrir avoided her gaze, which only succeeded in making her worry grow. "It's… uh… It's tonight, the Dark Lord sent me to collect you."

Charlotte's eyes went wide. By the time the sun rose tomorrow she could have killed nearly everyone she cared about! And there was no way around it…

o0O0o

It was getting quite late at the Burrow. However, since Bill and Fleur's wedding was in a few days, the whole house was bustling. Everyone was running around sorting out last minute details and making sure everything would be running perfectly. Most of the Order were helping the Weasley family due to being around from moving Harry here a day prior. The house was full of noise and warmth as friends and family laughed and worked together. Well, that was until the wards were tripped.

Everyone froze, the chatter stopped and barely a breath was taken. All the house's occupants congregated outside and slowly edged toward the edge of the wards. As they moved closer and closer a box came into sight. It was a big box, covered in black wrapping paper and big yellow bow on top.

Thomas Prewett was the first to reach the box, "There's a card…"

"What does it say?" Ron asked, this was all so strange.

"It says; Dear Order of the Phoenix,
We have sent you this gift as a sign of our generosity.
Since the night of the great Albus Dumbledore's death, we have been in possession of something important to you. Think of it as my gift to you my Son.
Hoping you are well, the Dark Lord Voldemort"

Ron, getting impatient, spoke again. "Well are we going to open the box or not? What if it's Charlotte? We haven't been able to find her since Dumbledore died, and she's obviously important to Uncle Thomas."

Thomas put the card down, "Yes, you're right Ron. It's probably her. Or Ben, though he hasn't been around for meetings since before Albus died. Whatever it is we must be careful. The box or whatever's in it box may be cursed."

Thomas slowly and carefully opened the box. His eyes widened and he shouted out, "Everyone get back, it's a werewolf!"

Hands moved to wands as the beast pounced out of the box. The creature was small as far as werewolves went, not nearly as big a Remus. It had to be either a child or female. Bill moved toward the wolf. As soon as he'd seen it, he felt a strong familial connection to the creature.

"Bill, get back." Arthur called out.

"No, Dad." He called back softly, as to not scare the wolf. "I think this one was bitten by Greyback. I think I can convince her to not hurt anyone."

Ron frowned, "Her? How can you tell?"

Bill turned slightly to his brother, "Well for starters Ron, she hasn't got a penis. And secondly, she's way too small for a fully grown male, but she's too mature for child. If it were a child, she'd have tried to attack me already, not understanding the connection we share."

Fleur looked affronted by his statement, "What 'connection'?"

"She was bitten by Greyback, I'm sure of it. And because of the injuries he gave me during the fight at the astronomy tower, I've received some wolfish traits. Like preferring rarer meat, having slightly better senses, and sharing a familial connection with those bitten by Greyback." It was the best way he could think of to explain the matter to his soon-to-be wife.

"Who do you think it is?" Ron asked, he clearly was very curious tonight.

"No idea," Bill replied. "Although considering what the card said, I think it wouldn't be a bad guess to assume it might be Charlotte."

Bill was able to lead the werewolf away from the Burrow and into the woods that were within walking distance of the house.

o0O0o

The night of the full moon came and went. Charlotte woke up in the middle of a forest completely nude. She sat up and looked around, spotting a shock of red hair poking out from behind a bush. Creeping around said bush, Charlotte saw that it was Bill. He wasn't dead, which was a good sign as to the fate of the rest of her family. Bill was snoring away, fast asleep.

Standing up, Charlotte felt the after effects of being fully active all night. She felt slightly dizzy and she was very hungry.

"Bill." She called to him. "Bill!"

He woke with a start, his eyes flickered to her. Once his sleepy brain took in that she was standing there naked he quickly looked away. Taking off his outer robe, which he really didn't need during the summer, Bill handed it over to Charlotte so they could get back to the Burrow.

"Hey Bill," She said once she had the robe on. "Where exactly are we, how are you still alive?"

"Well, we're in the woods near the Burrow, it's a bit of a walk back though. When you were delivered last night I managed to get you away from the house before you hurt anyone. And I'm still alive because the night you were taken, Dumbledore died, the Order came to help and I was injured by Greyback."

Upon closer inspection, Charlotte noticed a scratch across his face. She wasn't sure how she hadn't spotted it sooner.

"Was he the one who…?" She mimed being scratched across the face, Bill nodded.

"Come on, let's get you back." Bill wrapped his arm around her shoulders and escorted her back to the Burrow. As soon as they walked through the wards Charlotte was bombarded by hugs and kisses.

"Oh my precious button. I've missed you so, so much!" She was almost squeezed to death by her Mum.

"Layla," Her dad called from behind. "Let the girl breath she's had a rough night."

Charlotte ran to where her Dad was standing with open arms. "You have no idea how much I missed everyone."

Ron came up to her then, along with Harry and Hermione. "Where were you? We couldn't find you after everything went down in the Astronomy Tower."

"I was being held in Malfoy Manor. The night that the Death Eaters came I was wandering the corridors, I was having trouble sleeping. I saw them destroying the Great Hall and stupidly followed them when they went outside, but one of them came up behind me and took me to the Manor." She took a breath, speaking it out loud meant admitting it had all actually happened and it wasn't a nightmare she could simply forget.

"Then what?" Ron asked, they were all clearly worried.

"Then the man who found me, Rodolphus Lestrange put me in a cell in the basement. About an hour later he came to get me, and brought me in front of Voldemort. Georgia was there too, she'd been hurt. He asked who I was, I told him and then he smiled at Georgia and told him he knew what his punishment for her failure was. The he told Fenrir to take me to the dungeons and to bite me on the full moon." She quickly summarised the rest of her stay because it wasn't really all that important or interesting.

She did have one question though, a question she'd had since she was presented to the Dark Lord. "Do you know what Georgia's task was? The one that she failed."

Ron and Hermione looked to Harry, he looked sadly at Charlotte. "She was supposed to kill Dumbledore."

Her eye bulged, "But she didn't, so that means she can't be evil, right?"

Harry smiled softly at her, "I wish that were the case, Charlotte. Georgia was just about to say the curse, but before she could, Snape interrupted her and did it himself."

Charlotte frowned, "So not only did Snape– who Dumbledore trusted– kill him, but he's also the reason I'm like this? If he'd let Georgia do it, she wouldn't have failed her task so me being a werewolf wouldn't have been her punishment."

She was angry now. How dare Snape? This was all his fault!

Hermione tried to make Charlotte see some reason. "If Georgia hadn't failed and you weren't turned into a werewolf, you would probably still be locked up in the Manor. I doubt Voldemort would be as willing to let you go as he was with you like this."

Charlotte saw where Hermione was coming from, but that didn't make it any less Snape's fault. Because of him her twin was tortured, for Merlin's sake! She would not forgive him for the rest of her life.

o0O0o

It had only been one night of many in the bed of Lestrange for Georgia. She still couldn't even remember his given name, though she was almost certain it started with an 'R'. He hadn't pressed her to do anything yet, however he had warned her that they would have to eventually because not only was the Dark Lord expecting it but he was also expected to have an heir for the Lestrange fortune since his older brother had failed to do so and he and his wife were slowly reaching the age of infertility.

She had woken up with his side of the bed empty. She wandered through their room, looking in all the doors. She found an en-suite bathroom, as well as two walk-in-robes. One clearly meant for him and one for her. The one for her had only the things she'd had at Malfoy Manor. Looking through the last door she assumed would take her to a corridor, but instead it lead to a large lounge room.

Still not finding her fiancé, Georgia exited the room and followed a corridor around the house. She was left wandering for some time, clearly this was a very big house. If you could even call it a house.

During her aimless walking Georgia did begin to wonder why she hadn't been shown around the place. Presumably, she'd be living her for the rest of her life and it would be nice if someone had told her were everything was, rather than leaving her to find out for herself.

Finally, she was able to find her future husband in what she assumed was his study. Georgia had found the kitchen first however, asked an elf to make her some breakfast and when she was done she asked where she might find Mr Lestrange. They looked at her strangely when Georgia referred to her fiancé as 'Mr Lestrange', but they led her to him all the same.

Georgia knocked on the door and entered upon once he bid her entry.

"Good morning." Lestrange greeted without even looking up at her, "I was wondering when you'd come find me."

Georgia pushed her glasses further up her nose to look at him. Honestly, he was quite attractive and in that sense it may not be so bad to live with him. However he was a Death Eater and most of her Grandfather's followers were cruel and manipulative at best.

He finally looked at her, "You can sit if you wish. We're to be married soon enough, you don't need to wait for permission."

She sat in the chair on the opposite side of his desk, expecting him to go back to work. He didn't. Lestrange kept looking at her expectantly. Finally she spoke, "Please excuse any mistakes I might make, Mr Lestrange. I wasn't raised for this kind of relationship, they don't really exist in the magical population of Australia, being descendants of convicts and such."

He looked mildly annoyed by this, "Well for starters can you please stop with all these formalities. Just call me by my name. Mr Lestrange has always been my brother."

Georgia looked at the desk in front of her, "Of course, I'm sorry… er…"

She was mentally kicking herself. Why didn't her brain work properly? She'd always found new people's names hard to remember, but given names were so much harder. She didn't know why, they just were. But how could she have forgotten his name already? Ben had introduced them only yesterday, and he was the man she was supposed to marry!

"Rabastan." He supplied. "How is it you've forgotten my name when you've known it since at least yesterday?"

Georgia didn't say anything, she only looked him in the eyes for a few milliseconds then looked to where her hands rested in her lap. She didn't want to say it, didn't want to tell him her brain didn't work as it should. If he didn't remember from the time she'd said it in front of all the Death Eaters, she would prefer it stayed that way.

It turned out that the fates weren't on her side today.

"It's true then. What you said in your first Death Eater meeting? That you have trouble remembering people's names. You weren't just saying that to get out of trouble with the Dark Lord, were you?" He looked at her curiously.

"No," Georgia replied quietly. "Why would I lie to my Grandfather? If I did he'd likely kill me."

He nodded, "That's probably true. However, most of us thought you were trying to make excuses to keep seeing Draco."

She smiled slightly, "The first I met Draco he tried to introduce himself, I told him not to bother because I wouldn't remember his name. It really pissed him off."

Rabastan smirked, "That does sound like Draco. But how is it that you remembered my surname?"

"I'm still not certain why exactly, but surnames are generally easier. Come to think of it though, well known Wizarding family names in Britain are the easiest for me because I used to research them all the time when I was younger, especially when I learnt I was going to be moving here."

The two settled back into silence, Rabastan writing away on some paperwork. Georgia soon stood to leave, somehow making it back to their private lounge.

The day passed quickly, she had started reading some of the books on shelves in the lounge. It was quite late by the time she lifted her head to look outside. The sun was well and truly down, and Georgia decided it was about time she went to bed. She wasn't feeling very hungry anyway.

She got straight back into bed, having never gotten out of pyjamas that morning. Georgia had barely fallen asleep when she was woken by her fiancé opening the door and readying himself for bed. He slid between the sheets next to her.

"You weren't at dinner." He stated as he adjusted his position on the bed.

"I wasn't aware when dinner was to be or where, or even that I was required to attend. I'm beginning to feel as though you wish for me to already know everything about you, your house, your routine and, your rules or lack thereof." He turned to look at her through the darkness of their room.

"Is that so? When exactly did I give this message?" She could just hear the smirk on his face.

"Firstly, when I woke this morning I was all alone in a house I've never been in before the day prior. I was left to wander around aimlessly hoping to run into someone. I managed to find the kitchen and the house elves, who gave me breakfast and led me to where I would find you. Then, you expect me to know I don't need to be formal. Say you had the same rules about formality as Mr Malfoy, as your soon-to-be wife, you might have hexed me if I sat without your direct permission. Then, once again, I'm left to find may way around. And once we see each other, I'm told I wasn't were I was supposed to be for a dinner I didn't know was happening." She took a deep and calming breath and sighed, "I'm sorry, Mr Lestrange."

"Don't be, I don't mind you speaking your mind." He whispered. Georgia gasped quietly, he was much closer than he was before. When he spoke she could feel his breath on her neck.

He moved even closer, his front now against her back. "Mr Lestrange, I really don't—"

"Shh, it's Rabastan. Remember? Either way, you need to get more comfortable with me. We need to start somewhere. You remember what I said yesterday, correct?" He asked, still whispering.

She nodded, "Yes."

"So then you understand that the Dark Lord will want us to be wed by the end of the year. Personally, I'd prefer to have a child born before the end of the year. Thus, we need you to get comfortable with me as quickly as possible, because the last thing I want to do is force myself upon you. You don't deserve that." The thought made her shudder internally. He may have said he didn't want to, but there was a barely veiled threat that he would if she didn't comply with his baby-making needs.

She turned toward him. This wasn't something she wanted to do, but the consequences of making him wait were unthinkable. She would do almost anything to avoid it.

"Let's get to know each other then." Georgia moved up the bed so she could kiss him. He clearly wasn't expecting it, so she used his surprise to her advantage, pinned him to the bed, and straddled him.

"You haven't had sex before, yet you seem rather adept." Rabastan commented.

"I may still be a virgin but that doesn't mean I haven't kissed people before."