Chapter 1 : A Death in the Family
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Scorpius and Rose Malfoy landed on the front lawn of the small cottage they had recently purchased. Moments before, they had taken a port key from the Bahamas, where they had spent their honey moon. Scorpius glanced over at his wife. He had been with her for five years and not a day went by when he didn’t think he was the luckiest guy on earth.
Smiling at Rose, he took her hand and the two of them walked into the new house. It wasn’t terribly huge, but that was fine with them. Scorpius wasn’t a fan of huge homes. He had grown up in Malfoy Manor, a huge house that he had always found cold and unfriendly. It was not the kind of place he wanted to someday raise a family in.
This house, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. Rose and Scorpius had found it warm and inviting from the moment they first laid their eyes on it. The two of them had known in an instant that this was where they wanted to spend the rest of their lives.
Walking into the kitchen, they saw a small, white owl perched on the window sill. Rose smiled at the familiar bird.
“Isn’t that your mother’s owl?” Scorpius asked, setting their luggage down in the hall.
Rose nodded, unwrapping the note that was tied to the owl’s leg. Scorpius noticed the worried look that etched itself on to his wife’s face as she read it.
“Is something the matter, dear?” he asked, taking a step closer.
“My mom said to come to the burrow immediately. That something terrible has happened,” Rose explained, “She didn’t go into any details though.”
“Well, it looks like we’ll have to unpack later. Come on, let’s go.”
The two of them quickly hurried over to the fireplace. Their house had been connected to the floo network just the other day while they were on their honey moon. This would be their first trip using it; the two of them wished that it was for a happier occasion. Rose went first, stepping into the fireplace, grabbing a handful of floo powder, and throwing it to the ground, shouting “The Burrow!” Scorpius quickly followed suit.
Rose stepped out of the fireplace and into the familiar living room, dusting off the soot that had gotten on to her clothes. Usually the room was full of life; random children running around all over the place. Today, however, was a sad exception. As Scorpius appeared at her side, Rose realized that she had never seen the family so quiet and somber before. Even the little children who were usually so full of energy were sitting relatively still.
“What’s going on?” Rose asked hesitantly.
“It’s your Uncle Charlie,” Hermione replied quietly, getting up from her chair to greet her daughter and son-in-law.
“What happened to him?”
Silence followed. It seemed that that was a question that no one wanted to answer. Finally, Kristen, James’s wife, spoke up.
“He was killed last night.”
Rose stood shocked at what Kristen had just said. She felt Scorpius wrap his arm around her. How could Uncle Charlie be dead? He wasn’t that old; only in his fifties.
“How did it happen?” Scorpius asked the question that Rose had been unable to ask.
“It appears as if one of his dragons attacked him when his back was turned,” her Uncle Harry replied, “By the time the Emergency Medics were on the scene, it was already too late.”
Charlie had devoted his life to dragons, and in the end, it had been his downfall. His family had been telling him for years that he should retire and find a new job. He wasn’t as young as he used to be. If only Charlie had listened, he would still be alive. However, Charlie, like a lot of other members of the Weasley family, was quite stubborn. He was determined to continue working with the dragons and that had gotten him killed.
“Which dragon was it?” Rose asked quietly, trying not to cry.
Over the years, she had had many conversations with Charlie about his dragons. She had always found his stories extremely interesting. At one point she had even considered pursuing a career in that field, but she had changed her mind, deciding to work at the ministry instead. It hurt her deeply that one of the creatures that Charlie cared so much about betrayed and murdered him.
“They didn’t say,” her Uncle George replied.
Silence filled the room. Molly sobbed into her husband’s shoulder. Charlie was the second son she lost. She had lost Fred, George’s twin brother, during the second Wizarding War, almost thirty years before. She had hoped that she would never have to live through another one of her children dying again, but hadn’t been gifted with that pleasure.
“At least he died doing what he loved,” Uncle Bill stated, “I don’t think he would have liked to have died any other way.”
There were some murmurs of agreement around the room. This fact didn’t consol anyone though. They were still mourning his lost.
“He’s with Fred,” Uncle George whispered to his wife Angelina, who nodded, wiping a tear off her face.
Scorpius stood there holding his wife. He had been in the Burrow only a handful of times and still felt quite awkward. Despite the fact that he had married Rose, there were certain members of the family who weren’t very pleased with him. He had only met Charlie a couple of times, but he seemed like a nice guy. Why was it that the nice people who didn’t deserve to die always wound up dead?
***I hope you enjoyed that chapter :) It's been a while since I posted the last chapter of the Chaser and the Keeper, but I hope you're still interested in reading this. At the moment, this chapter might not make tons of sense, but hopefully the rest of the book will answer any questions you have. I hope you continue to read and review :D ***
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