Fleur wasn't home when he arrived at the cottage. He tried not to worry, tried to work on the few projects he had around the house, strengthening some charms. He'd even taken to looking up some construction charms for the rabbit pen.
Feeling the wards shift as he was sifting through some books in his study, he pounded down the stairs and burst into the kitchen. Remus was fiddling with the tea kettle and Fleur, back to him, was rooting around in the ice box. When she turned around, he clenched his fists.
"What in the bloody hell happened?" he said, voice a hoarse whisper in an attempt to keep from exploding.