Written for the lovely MissingMommy, my dearest Sam, as a part of the Twelve Days of Christmas Challenge — part 2: 175-225 words.

Also prompted by Amber's One Hour, Two Drabbles Challenge, with the character Charlie and the prompt umbrella.

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He is soaked to the bone as he stands on the street corner in the pouring rain, but he will not move.

He's waiting.

Waiting for someone.

He's waiting for a promise to be kept, because from everything he's heard it won't happen, but Charlie believes in second chances to a fault, and so he waits.

He waits on the corner for a man he met in a coffee shop by wild chance and now can't forget.

He waits on the corner of a street in Romania for a Death Eater's son, a Death Eater, to come and meet him.

A blonde-haired, grey-eyed boy-man with eyes too ancient for him to only be eighteen. But he is.

And just as Charlie begins to doubt, a wind-chime, shatter-glass laugh sounds from behind him and asks in a voice that could melt silver if it wanted to, "Umbrella?"

Charlie chuckles his deep, booming chuckle and says, "I'm from Britain."

The grey-eyed dragon in front of him twists his lips up into a smile and says, "So am I."

And each of them know that the other already knows but it doesn't matter because this, this is something new. This is something different, something risky, but it might, just might, be something real.

They wind up sharing the umbrella.

Neither minds.