Charlie
Charlie pulled the collar of his dragon hide jacket a bit closer together. It was a bitterly cold night on the reservation.
He didn't dare conjure a fire; he was supposed to be hiding. Recently two of their breading Romanian Longhorns had been savagely killed and their horns bloodily ripped from them. Charlie really wanted to catch the git responsible. That's why, for the fourth night in a row, he was freezing his arse off instead of warm in bed with Olga.
When he was stuck out here in the cold he could not help worrying. Voldemort was raising hell in England. His family and friends were right in the midst of the resistance.
His Mum. Dad, and big brother were deep within the order of the phoenix. Merlin knew what kind of missions they went on. Ron was off with Harry and Hermionie, doing who knew what, trying to defeat Voldemort. The Twins were still running their joke business, by owl order now that the whole family had to hide from death eaters. There were also rumors that they and their friends had set up a pirated wireless program, Potter watch.
After the death eaters had struck at Bill's wedding, he had wanted to stay in England and fight. But Moody and his dad had convinced him to go back to the reservation and coordinate efforts in Eastern Europe. So far he had been able to funnel supplies and information to the resistance. What he had been proudest of was helping the people fleeing for their lives. The haunted looks on the faces of the families had made his heart lurch, so many of the women reminded him of his mum.
That's how he had net Olga. Her mum was a Romanian born witch who had fallen in love with a muggle while touring Wales. They had lived, happily, in the Welsh highlands on a small sheep farm. Her Dad's biggest customer had been the nearby dragon reservation. One day her Dad had not returned from his weekly delivery. Her Mum had given Olga a note with Ted Tonk's contact information on it and told her if she did not return by morning to flee.
Olga had spent a sleepless night waiting, in vain. At daylight she had fled to the Tonk's. The order investigated and found the bodies of her Mum. Dad and an unidentified female death eater under a tree, with a dark mark burned on to it.
Dora and Remus had brought her to the reservation for shelter. That had been six months ago. Olga had been almost catatonic for weeks. Charlie could not help trying to bring her out of her depression. He could still remember the awful time after his favorite Uncles had been killed. His mum didn't speak for a month.
Little by little, his patience had paid off. Olga opened up to him and she worked her way in to his heart. Charlie had always thought of himself as a life long bachelor. Women had just been too much work. They were nice enough for a snog or a laugh, but put in the effort to woo one and keep her happy for the rest of his life? Not on your wand!
That's why when, last night he found himself asking Olga to marry him after this war was over, he had been a surprised as she was. At least his mum would finally get off his back!
The crimson glow of a new day was lighting the sky by the time he finally got to crawl in to their bed. Olga was sleeping. He lounged on his side just soaking in her beauty. She had long dark hair, so black it was blue in the sunlight, her eyes were two deep pools of ice blue, and her skin was porcelain in color, so white that you would swear she had never seen sunlight.
It was if she had been made for him. She could see in to his soul! She listened to him worry about his family. She understood how much he loved working with dragons. She even helped him with his missions for the order!
He fell to sleep with a smile on his face.