Coming back home.
March, 2017
It had been almost twenty years. Charlie had gone back to Romania after the war. After all the funerals he just couldn't bear to stay. He'd vaguely kept in contact over the years Enough to know he had a horde of nieces and nephews he had yet to meet. All he'd told them was that he was happy and safe. And he was. Until it all changed.
One of the many things he hadn't told them was that after returning he had met someone. Her name was Rana and they'd gotten married shortly after they met. They now had two beautiful children. Nikolai, who was almost eleven and Anastasia who had just turned ten.
Everything had been perfect until that fateful day. A Rhodesian Ridgeback had broken loose and Rana was among those trying to secure it back in it's enclosure. Maybe she spooked it or maybe she got too close but she never saw the burst of flame coming toward her. Charlie and the kids had been devastated. And now Charlie had decided to take them to England to meet his family. Rana had always wanted him to go back, even if it was just for a holiday, he was just sad that they would never get the chance to know her.
The house had been sold and the kids were packed. Charlie had sent their suitcases on ahead and then, after one last look at the train station that doubled as a Floo Network point, he and the kids stepped through to the Burrow.