Charles Weasley was standing there with his entire family. They all looked torn and fatigued and their eyes were blurred by tears. He looked at the ruins of what was once Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry and he saw his whole life passing by.

Charlie, take care of the baby. Charlie don't get in Bill's way. Charlie, you should go and make your own money. Charlie, you could've become a huge star in Quidditch. Charlie, we miss you. Charlie, you'd better stay in Romania and recruit foreign witches and wizards. Charlie, get here right now, there's a war going on!

Was this it? A battle, that felt like a massive explosion to everyone, that left so many people dead, so many lives fucked up, and now it's all over? He glanced down at his brother Fred who lay on the ground before them, his expression frozen forever in that last moment of death and George, who was alive, but yet dead in so many ways. For his own part, he didn't even feel like crying, more like punching someone in the face, really hard. He should've gotten here earlier. He shouldn't have listen. He should've been there every second that they needed him. All these thought left him restless and empty and above all, he was angry. He saw his brother Bill and his wife, oh – so – beautiful Fleur Delacour holding each other close. There were Ron and Hermione, he didn't fail to realise that they were finally together. His mum and dad. Ginny and Harry. And in a weird way there were Fred and George, still the two of them. He looked to his side and there was no one. No one he could hold close, no one he could comfort, no one he could be comforted by. Just him.

Yes, there was Percy, but he'd rather not think of him any time soon.

Somehow they had managed to leave to castle and apparate back to the Burrow. Charlie just wanted to go to sleep, but then he remembered that Bill's and his old room was now Bill and Fleur's whenever the visited. Somewhere in his stomach this was making him sick and again he felt anger boiling up his chest. Some time later he ended up in Percy's room. He was just trying to fall asleep when he heard Percy weeping and crying, but Charlie didn't feel like comforting him, he was still mad. "Imitating Moaning Myrtle, much?", he hissed. Needless to say Percy's only response was even more bawling and Charlie felt even shittier. "Feels good to be home again", he mumbled to himself.

At around 4:30 in the night (or morning, if you'd prefer that) Percy had finally managed to cry himself to sleep. Charlie was still awake, facing the wall as he didn't want to see Percy. He was focused on that that after 5 hours of constant staring little cracks were showing. You're a wizard, Charlie, he thought.