Charlie
When I was in my fourth year, Charlie, fresh out of Hogwarts, found a job.
In Romania.
With dragons.
He was going so far, how would I ever be able to reach him? Charlie was certainly never my favorite brother, but I still wanted my whole family safe and sound – nearby me. In addition to being so damn far, he was going to be working with the wild dragons in Romania. Did no one else understand how dangerous that was? How insane he was for being so happy? Who had put him up to this? Probably that Hagrid. Rumor was that Hagrid had always wanted a dragon for a pet. Nutter.
But if Charlie was so far away, how would I ever be able to protect him from the dragons? I had always been the smarter one, I knew more hexes and jinxes. Alright, so maybe simple hexes wouldn't stop a massive dragon, but at least I'd've done my part!
Why wouldn't anyone be upset that he was going so far away? Only Mum could see my side, but right then it didn't count. Mum was always like that.
I should have gone to Romania with him, even if it was simply to put my own mind at ease, and to 'protect' him from the wild, rampaging dragons.