A/N: Hello my dear readers. Here is a short story (it'll be like 15 chapters long I think) about Charlie Weasley. I always wondered if he loved someone. So here it is! Enjoy!

"Charlie." I looked up and saw nothing but the forest I was walking in.

"Charlie, come here." The voice again, she sounded scared.

"Charlie. Please." She whimpered.

"Flo, where are you? FLO!" I bellowed, panic setting in as her cries were punctuated with my name.

"Here, Charlie, quickly!" I pushed past the bracken and saw her curled on the ground, blood pooling on the ground as it leaked from her wound.

"Charlie." She sounded pained, but pleased, as if me showing up had made the world of a difference. I rushed to her side, as I scooped her into my arms, the world went black, taking Flo with it.

I woke with a start, her last words ringing from the dream.

"Prince Charming…" The same dream, over and over again with the same painful ending. The ache in my heart was nothing new; it had been with me for (in three days) 15 years. I looked at me clock, rubbing my eyes again and noticing they were wet. It was 3 o'clock in the morning, 5 hours until mum's Weasley Reunion. Woohoo. Another great day of either mum saying,

"Charlie, its been 1 5 years, you need to move on."

Or

"How come no one comes with you Uncle C?"

OR (The one that really bugs me)

"Char, we can set you up with a bird if you want us to, just say the word." (Cue annoying, smug younger brothers).

I slammed a pillow in my face as I lay back down. At the bottom of my heart, I knew mum was right, but I really hated these Reunion days.

5 hours later…

I walked into the house, after finally picking out a shirt that didn't whisper in my ear:

"That was her favourite colour."

"Remember when she died, she was wearing that material."

"When you kissed for the first time, she was wearing that exact shade of yellow."

Grrr. I hate my life sometimes. Sure enough, mum sprinted over, screeching for the whole wizarding (are probably half the muggle) world to hear,

"Charlie! Oh, its good to see you! Dear, you haven't been sleeping well still? Why haven't you got a girl, it's been 15 years."

Not even 5 minutes in and I'm already ticked off. I sat heavily on the couch and engaged my favourite, wild nice Rose in a conversation. Man, she is the prettiest Weasley-Potter ever. Not that I fancy her or anything.

"Uncle C, mum said that you could help me with my romance issue." Rose began. Merlin, I thought as I squeezed my eyes shut – why would I be able to help?! Its not like I have a huge expertise in that department. Sigh.

"What's the prob Rosie?" I ask. She twists the hem of her shirt awkwardly between her fingers and gazes at the carpet.

"I-have-a-huge-crush-on-my-best-guy-friend-and-mum -says-you'd-know-what-to-do-because-you-have-been- in-that-situation.-what-does-that-mean?"

She said it in one huge breath. It took me a minute to process it.

"She was talking about Flo." I say heavily. She looks at me with her big blue eyes, asking the question silently.

"I'll tell you about her because, like you, she was my best friend and I loved her. Only thing was, she figured out that she loved me too as she was dying." Rosie gasped.

"It all started when your dad was in his sixth year of Hogwarts…" I began, mentally transported back in time…

A/N: I know, I know, its short but, this is just the prologue. Hope you enjoyed it and if you did you could check out my other story!