A/N: I am so,so,so,so,so,so Sorry over the VERY long delay in updating this but my only excuse is that final year at secondary school is stressful!

Chapter 17 - White dress

Scarlett made the right choice. And yet...She hurt. It hurt deep like there was something missing. It hurt to know she would wake up and never see his face smile down at her like he used to. It hurt to know that when she saw him next he would never smile at her in his special way he did that made her feel on to[ of the world.

She made the right choice. Didn't she? He had screwed things up. Hadn't he? He had allowed Bianca close and said those deep cutting words. No...It was the right thing to do. She was certain. They had changed to much to be able to work. And yet...

She loved him. She loved him that it hurt to imagine a life without him. She loved him with everything she had inside of her.

And that was what hurt the most.

Albus smiled as he ushered in the Potters and Bulgarian delegates into his office. Sirius Black had been buried a day earlier and now he had a chance, if he acted quickly, to attain the Chosen one and place her back under his thumb and away from the distractions in America.

While he couldn't track her in America (A la fidelius charm) he could, once he had gone through the correct procedure, summon her back to the UK and once she had returned he would have his pawn back to his chess board and the Potters co-operation.

Smiling as he took his seat he observed Anton Tiberius. A Bulgarian lord of a very prestigious family. If things went well he could add them to his list of gatherers willing to fight with him in this war. After all...what man would not protect his bride.

Scarlett sat in her living room and smiled as she reflected on the days events. She had visited Phoebe and her two children (the woman did not waste time. A few months after the birth of her first child last year she had gone ton to become pregnant again and give birth again).

While there she had subtly ,in her opinion anyway, inquired about Chris and Phoebes face was enough. 'He misses you' did she think she did not miss him. Did she not know that everything she did reminded her of their time together.

How she keep his old jacket just to remind herself of how he smelled. To her he smelled strong and it filled her with a warm feeling that now seemed hollow and empty when she wore his jacket to feel close to him.

Sighing she snuggled deeper into her couch and tried to stem the tears that fell. A short noise of someone clearing their throat broke her free of the memories that threatened to over flow in her mind. Jumping to her feet she was met by the sight of a Goblin.

"Griphook?" She asked questioningly.

"Miss...Potter I have been sent by to summon you to your families property" He said with deep sadness in his eyes.

She understood in an instant. Her shoulders dropped and she felt the familiar tugging in her navel sending her back to her prison.

Chris went through the motions. He couldn't seem to muster the enthusiasm to do anything. He felt hollow inside. He missed her and being close to her.

And yet...He couldn't bring himself to hate her. Even after she crushed his heart he couldn't help but love her more. And he knew it was his felt. He had allowed himself to become ensnared by Bianca's wicked ways and betrayed her if not physically but emotionally.

But when he had asked his aunt about her a few days ago whens he had said she had stopped by she had said it all with her face. Phoebe had never been one to conceal her emotions and her face had screamed 'She misses you'. He missed her too.

He would give anything to just be able to hold her like he used to. He kept a scarf she had left behind one day after their date and he held it close and inhaled the smell of her flowery perfume that was simply her.

A few days after he had asked about her from phoebe he heard a call in his head. A soft and defeated tone that made his heart ache. Chris.

Dropping his jacket he orbed straight away and soon found himself in a room. in the corner there was a white flowing dress with a veil.

In front of a vanity mirror sat Scarlett with dried tear tracks. When she saw him she turned and he felt tears sting at his eyes.

Even looking defeated and with her mousey brown hair back she looked breathtaking. Then he stopped. The dress, The veil, her tears.

She uttered a soft croaking "Chris And dived into his arms and he held her tight. A tears lipped down his cheek. He understood.