Disclaimer: I don't own HP, that is JK's lucky job. All I own are a couple of OCs, and the plot.

A/N: This story is rated K+, but if you can't deal with Character Death, kissing and a bit of angst, then do NOT read on.


He had been thinking about Fred, when he had turned his back on the Chinese Fireball.

And the next thing he knew, he was lying in a hospital bed, and every bloody inch of him felt like it had been hit with the Cruciatus curse.

His mother had been there, fretting as usual; his father with his arm around her, looking relieved. Bill had jumped up, ghostly white, and started yelling at him.

'Jesus, Charlie! You can't ever frighten us like that again!'

He just lay there, trying to piece together what had happened. Finally, his family had left to get some sleep, and he was alone in the room, enjoying the peace.

He wasn't aware of falling asleep, but when he opened his eyes, the sunlight was streaming in the windows. And he wasn't alone anymore. A face was hovering above his, but it wasn't one he recognized; it didn't have the flaming Weasley hair, nor did it look like one of his friends.

'Who are you?'

'I'm Sophia. And your mother says that she and your dad and your brother had to go back to England straight away; something to do with your younger brother?'

'Not George?' he asked, sitting up quickly, then wishing he hadn't.

'Yes. I think that's the one. But I'm sure he'll be fine!' she said quickly, seeing the look on his face.

'Why are you here?'

'I'm in charge of you. Now shut up and drink this.' She shoves a potion into his hands. He decides he likes this mysterious girl – she has spunk.

Two Years Later

'Wait for me, Charlie, wait!' she yells after him. They are running through the orchard at the back of the Burrow. Well, he is running, she is puffing after him and trying to keep up.

By the time she reaches the point she last saw him, however, he has vanished.

'Charlie!' she calls. 'Charlie!'

He still doesn't come, and she can't see him anywhere.

'Ch-Charlie?' she says uncertainly.

Suddenly, someone grabs her around the middle, and she screams. Then she realises who it is.

'Charlie!' she scolds. She turns around to hit him, but he catches her lips with his, and her anger is forgotten. When they break apart, he is the first one to speak again.

'Where did you think I was?'

'I – I thought you'd left me.' she confesses.

He slips his arms around her waist and pulls her close.

'I'll never leave you, Soph.'


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