Hello! This is another one of my stories. I couldn't wait to post. I should be able to update regularly with this one. Hope you enjoy it.
The Burrow was strangely quiet. The reason was probably because there were only two in the house, but most know it all depends who they happen to be. Charles Weasley, who was one of the people in the house, decided that if his twin brothers were in the house alone, there probably wouldn't be much of a house anymore, let alone a cacophony of sound.
Flick, brush.
Those were the only sounds in the entire house; they came from both the tenants, who were reading. Charlie's book was titled, UNRAVELING THE TRUTH: THE ANTARTIC DRAGON - IS IT REAL?
Being honest, it was a fascinating book, but was being forgone by its reader for the much more interesting, Hermione Granger, who was the other person currently inside the burrow.
Hermione was rather engrossed in her book about goblin wars, and didn't seem to notice Charlie staring.
Charlie sighed and rubbed at the dull pain aching in his chest, and remembered when it had started exactly.
TO THE PAST AKA FLASH BACK
It was the days just before the Quidditch world cup; Charlie and Bill were making their way to the burrow and so were Ron's friends who were coming to the game with them. Charlie was excited for the game and for the chance to see his family again, he hadn't seen them for a while, he happily packed his bags and apparated to the burrow knocking on the door and was instantly smothered by his mother.
"Oh, Charlie! It's so good to see you! You should write more often! But just look at your hair! Let me cut it!" his mother said, her words rushing over each other to get out.
"Good to see you to ma. But you aren't touching my hair. I like it this length." he said smiling cheerfully as his mother steered him into the lounge room.
"Charlie!" a collective call went up amongst his siblings once his mother pushed him in through the door way to the lounge.
"Morning all." Charlie managed to get out as he was tackled by younger siblings.
"Charlie, it's the afternoon! Romania's messing with your head!" a highly amused Ginny amended him.
"Oh, so it is. My bad." he shrugged.
"So big brother, what crazy stories do you have for us today?" a twin asked.
"Yeah, one of your dragon handling ones." the other added.
"Alright, all right, let me sit down first." Charlie grinned around and sat on the sofa, instantly was surrounded by people again.
"You guys won't let up will you?" he asked exasperated.
"Never," the twins replied.
"Tell us a story Charlie. Please?" Ginny begged.
Charlie grinned at them again and started telling the tale of the day that he and his group of Dragon trainers decided to start a band; it was to serenade a rather aggressive bull.
About halfway through the story, a quiet knocking came from the door. The group of assembled Weasleys listening to Charlie, all turned to see who it was.
A bushy haired girl about Ron's age stepped inside and into his mothers' ready embrace.
Charlie assumed that it was the Hermione that everyone was telling him about in the letters that they sent him every now and then. When Charlie looked at her a strange burning lit in his chest. He wrapped his arms around himself to quell the strange aching, and he frowned. The Weasleys gathered around him looked at him confused, Charlie never frowned. It was just something that he did not do. He muttered something about needing to find Bill but covered his emotions and smiled at his siblings turning away from Hermione and started up his story again.
All throughout the afternoon Charlie would find himself looking at his little brothers best friend. He would frown, furrow his eyebrows and turn away trying to figure out what was happening. He was extremely pleased when Bill showed up. Charlie pulled him to the bedroom that they used to share when they were younger, and once he pushed Bill in the room, Charlie shut the door, locked it, and silenced the room.
"Bill, something's wrong." he muttered to the bewildered man sitting on the bed.
The ache in his chest would get bigger every time he was away from Hermione and he didn't like it. He rubbed at the spot with his fist as he sat down beside Bill, attempting to stop the ache.
"What? What's wrong Char? Are you hurt?" Bill asked once he got over the shock of being dragged into a room.
"Yes. But no at the same time. Bill, it aches here," Charlie replied rubbing at his chest again, "and it wasn't like this when I arrived, it only started when Ron's friend Hermione came."
Bill looked at Charlie confused.
"Does it get worse?" he asked, curious.
"Yes, it hurts more when she isn't in the same room as me. It stops aching so much when she enters the room." He answered thinking over the last couple of hours.
"It sounds like..." Bill started thoughtfully but stopped mid sentence, he looked over at Charlie scanning him up and down."We need to talk to our parents about this."
Charlie tilted his head at Bill, confused with the sudden urgency in his tone.
"Okay Bill, let's go talk to them." he agreed, slightly unwillingly.
Bill unlocked the door and rushed out the room, calling for the oldest Weasleys. Charlie was still confused and was now slightly anxious. The ache in his chest grew and he wondered if that meant that Hermione had gone outside.
Bill poked his head from out of the kitchen door.
"C'mon Char. Mum and Dad have something to tell you." he said in a strangely worried tone.
Charlie entered the kitchen to see his parents looking sad and worried.
"What happened?" he asked picking up on the worry that seemed to be emanating from his parents.
"Charlie, please sit down. You may want to as well, Bill. Your father has something to tell you." his mother said her voice wavering with barely held emotions.
Charlie and Bill did as she asked and sat silently.
