Mon amour ▪️🔹Fleur Delacour

Reunite

"But if they were the Death Eaters, why did they Disapparate when they saw the Dark Mark?" said Ron. "They'd have been pleased to see it, wouldn't they?"

"Use your brains, Ron," said Bill. "If they really were Death Eaters, they worked very hard to keep out of Azkaban when You-Know-Who lost power, and told all sorts of lies about him forcing them to kill and torture people. I bet they'd be even more frightened than the rest of us to see him come back. They denied they'd ever been involved with him when he lost his powers, and went back to their daily lives....I don't reckon he'd be over-pleased with them, do you?"

"So...whoever conjured the Dark Mark..." said Hermione slowly, "were they doing it to show support for the Death Eaters, or to scare them away?"

"Your guess is as good as ours, Hermione," said Mr. Weasley. "But I'll tell you this...it was only the Death Eaters who ever knew how to conjure it. I'd be very surprised if the person who did it hadn't been a Death Eater once, even if they're not now....Listen, it's very late, and if your mother hears what's happened she'll be worried sick. We'll get a few more hours sleep and then try and get an early Portkey out of here."

Arthur sent everyone to bed, he also insisted on bringing Amare back to her tent.

Charlie had healed Amare's face quite a bit. It was still visible but looked years older. Her eye was intact the burn curved around it since her eye was lower. Her eyebrow was gone and unlikely to come back. It had just met the edge of her mouth, the way that it was it almost held her face in a permanent grin.

Amare enjoyed the walk back to her tent with Mr. Weasley. He was quite the interesting man to talk to, she found his interest in muggles adorable.

Mr. Weasley had told her the stories his kids had told him about her. He had even told her that Harry referred to her as his sister a few times, Amare smiled so bright as that her face hurt double.

Amare couldn't help but think about how much Cedric would freak when he saw her.

The two arrived at the tent that had been thankfully away from the destruction of the "death eaters". Amare bid Mr. Weasley good bye as she went through the entry of the tent.

Cedric was sat on the couch his head resting in his hands when he heard the tent open. When he lifted his head and saw Amare standing there. In an instant he was on his feet with his arms wrapped around the girl. His mind didn't even register the damage to her face just that she was there.

The two friends stood their with their arms around the other. They had been through a lot but this was most definitely the most life threatening. Both had their heads tucked into the other neck just to listen to the others heart.

"I was so worried" Cedric finally whispered. To Amare it sounded as if he was about to cry, Cedric has always been the mom friend but this was the first time he could of genuinely lost her.

"I'm safe" Amare told him retracting her head from his neck and slowly going to hold his face. Cedric was now seeing the damage to the face he loved so much. The once soft skin now similar to jerky, he could tell multiple healing spells had been applied but still it felt like he had an ice block thrown at him.

Amare's face had always been so joyful even now the way the scaring curved her face it was as of it was meant for smiling. "See all in one piece" Amare said smiling as bright as she could, she let go of his face and twirled for proof. Her clothes were a bit dirty and roughed but it was still Amare.

Cedric could finally relax. He told her about what he did after he lost her. Amos had sent a patronus message confirming that they were ok and saying that he would come to the tent as soon as he could. He had also instructed them to try and get some rest.

Amare had decided to jump on to Cedrics bed in the cot. Cedric did kinda wish that she had waited till he was off the bed.