The Ugly One *Charlie Weasley*

Fear

Saffron looked down as she stepped barefoot through green blades of grass. She was dressed in a white sleeping gown and her hair, down around her shoulders. She felt shorter than usual and when she reached up to touch her face, her chest hurt as she realised her scar was still there.

Ahead of her was a house. A tall house. It was familiar and Saffron knew exactly where she was. She smiled. That was where she had grown up. She ran to it, though it hardly seemed as though she were moving at all.

She grunted as she pushed herself harder. The house just seemed too far away. 

It was eternity before she arrived at the front door. She turned the familiar rose shaped door handle and pushed the heavy wooden door open, stepping inside.

It was warm inside, she hadn't noticed how cold it was. Goosebumps rose on her arms as the warmth emitting from the fireplace reached her arms. She gave a shiver but welcomed the warmth with open arms.

She took a few steps closer and spun around. Enjoying the burning scent and being in the place she missed most.

"Saffy?" A deep, French voice came from upstairs and Saffron stopped spinning. Watching the stairs and waiting for her father.

"Father?" Saffron asked in a voice she hardly recognised as her own. It was younger and a little more sweeter than her own. How unusual.

She took a few steps to the stairs. Her father was standing at the top. Tears pierced Saffron's eyes. How was he here? How was she here? She ascended the steps, two at a time, trying to reach the top. Her father stood still as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Where's mother?" she asked looking up at her father and his curly moustache. He didn't say anything, he just turned his head to the bedroom. Saffron slowly let go as she heard coughing and spluttering. She took small steps, making her way slowly to the room. Knowing exactly what she was going to see. But the smaller the step the quicker she reached the room and tears were streaming her cheeks when she saw her mother, in her fathers arms, coughing and spluttering. Blood coming from her mouth. Her mother was dying and both she and her father knew that no muggle or wizard medicine could cure her.

Her father lifted her mother up from the bed, her white gown splattered with blood. He walked right past Saffron, but her mothers leg accidentally kicked her, knocking her to the floor.

Saffron shook her head and stood up again, hoping to follow her father and mother.

Only when she looked up, she was outside, hiding in a bush. Lights were flashing from inside the house, green ones, and then red and a few blue.

"Saffron! Saffron!" Her fathers thick accent could be heard loudly from the kitchen. He needed her. She knew he needed her. She didn't know how she had gotten there, nor did she even care. Her father needed her. She ran into the house, her dress a bit shorter than last time on her long legs.

She raced up the steps and into the kitchen. Her father was standing there alone. Then suddenly out from the wall walked a terrifying figure. Fenrir Greyback. Saffron screamed but no sound came out. Greyback walked closer to her, an evil sneer on his face. Saffron backed up against the wall, Greybacks face inches from her. He licked his lips before letting out a chuckle, a chuckle that had haunted Saffron for years. He breathed his nasty breath on her face and she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for death.