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The first couple of weeks back at Hogwarts went quickly for Charlie. He and Darcie were often the last ones in the Common Room and they would fill each other in on their days. Most nights, she'd ask him for clarification on an essay and he could help her. Sometimes they'd be talking at lunch about a topic she had looked in to and a teacher would then assign Charlie homework on that subject. He waved it off as coincidence, but as the days progressed, they happened more and more frequently.

"Darcie," he decided to find something out about her after it happened again.

"Yes, what is it, Charlie?" She looked away from the book they were attempting to make look less singed. She had warned Angelina Johnson about leaving it too close to a candle, the wax had melted on to the book but since Angelina was sleeping, they thought it best to repair it for her.

"Does this sort of thing happen to you a lot?" He tried to scourge some wax off the cover with his finger nails, got fed up, attempted a spell, and it ignited. After putting it out, he opened his book to find the right way to say and do the spell.

"What sort of thing?"

"You tell someone something and then it happens," he elaborated.

"Yeah, I've always just assumed that I'm more perceptive than most people," she shrugged.

"Have you met Professor Trelawny yet?" He asked. "I've never taken Divination, but she teaches it; my friends say she's a fraud, but you might go have a chat with her.

"I don't know," she replied hesitantly and sat back in her chair in frustration. "This is never going to get clean!"

"It will; don't worry," he sat back, too.

"River will fix it," Darcie told him.

"What?" He moved forward on his seat.

"I don't know," she looked at him blankly. "There was just something that said he would."

"Did it happen to say when; because Angelina's going to need her book tomorrow and we haven't exactly finished," he pointed out.

"I don't know!" She wailed. "It's not like I can turn it on and off."

"Sorry," he winced. "Well, it's her own fault if it's illegible, you did warn her. Get some sleep and we'll talk more in the morning."

"Good night," a weight seemed lifted from her shoulders as she walked to her room.

The next day was Friday and during breakfast the students looked exhausted after a long week, but everyone was greatly anticipating the upcoming weekend. Charlie and Darcie hardly looked at each other. Their conversation from the night before was almost forgotten and she was cheerfully flicking food with Fred, George, and Lee, who was distractedly finishing an essay.

Charlie was barely listening to Arielle complain about something for the millionth time when he saw River talking to a girl Charlie didn't know personally, but recognized as Darcie's friend Angelina. River took the girl's proffered textbook and with a small wand movement and an incantation, her book was as good as new. Charlie, who wasn't paying attention to his girlfriend anyway, was caught by surprise by what he had just witnessed down the table. He wanted to share the news with Darcie, but when he looked around for her, he couldn't see her; worse still, Arielle figured out that he wasn't focused on her and became furious. It was remedied by walking her to class with her practically draped around his neck.

"Hi, Charlie," Darcie raced up to him at lunchtime.

"Hey," he caught her in his arms before she smacked straight into his chest. "I've been wanting to talk to you."

"Oh, sure. But first, is there Quidditch practice tonight?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Listen, do you remember last night how Angelina ruined her book and you said River would fix it?"

"Did I?" Her face was blank as she looked into his.

"Yes, and I know you remember," he told her shrewdly.

"I guess it rings a bell," she shrugged, "so what?"

"It happened. Darcie, things you say are going to happen, happen," Charlie explained, taking a seat next to her at the table. "I know you know."

"I don't care," she grabbed a roll and spread butter on it.

"Aren't you the least bit curious?" He demanded. "Don't you want to find out what's going on with you?"

"Frankly, no," she frowned at him. "It's not a big deal. I make good guesses—they aren't even guesses, I make logical inferences based on information I gather from my senses. If everyone thought like I did, what I say wouldn't be nearly so fascinating to you."

Darcie pointedly overlooked him for the rest of the day. He wanted to talk to her at dinner, but Percy was jawing on and on about some spell he claimed he had learned to do even more perfectly than Professor McGonagall. Charlie hoped that it was just Percy and his ever-gadding mouth that caused Darcie to not notice him, but as the day progressed, he had the feeling it was personal. After dinner, he wanted to know if she was coming to watch Quidditch practice, but when he went to ask her she paid him no attention and kept walking down the corridor; and when he was going to ask her if she'd be watching him (like she always said she would be), she wouldn't even turn from her conversation with George; or after practice he was hoping to walk back to the castle with her, she didn't even wait for him to finish changing like she usually did.

"You cannot keep ignoring me for the rest of the year, you know. I like you too much," he tried to appeal to her humour as he cornered her in the Common Room after Arielle had finally dislodged herself from his lap.

"I know," she giggled. "Why doesn't your girlfriend ever come to Quidditch practice? Doesn't she like to see how well you do even when you're not playing to win?"

"No, Arielle hates sitting in bleachers more than she absolutely has to," he told her.

"Oh," Darcie looked about to say more on the subject, but went silent. "Well, you're forgiven if you want to be."

"I do. I'm sorry if I upset you," he told her.

"Can I tell you something that only a few people know?"

"Of course," he had no idea what else she could tell him about herself that would surprise him at this point.

"It's my birthday tomorrow. I hate my birthday because I don't know who gave birth to me so I get a little testy when it comes around," she explained everything in a high voice and one heavy breath.

"It's your birthday and you're not telling me until," he checked his watch, "five minutes beforehand? You said only a few people know—do the twins, Lee, Percy?"

"Well, of course the twins and Lee know. I only spend eighty percent of my waking time with them. And Percy had questions about why I was doing so much schoolwork at once which kind of has a little to with my being older than most people in my year," she nodded. "But no one else knows because I don't like my birthday."

"You never told me!" He was surprisingly offended.

"You never asked," she replied. "Besides, you've never told me your birthday."

"Twelve December," he said promptly. "When was I going to find out it's your birthday on twenty September?"

"Probably once I got a whole bunch of packages from a whole peck of owls at breakfast…today," Darcie shrugged.

"Happy birthday!" He hugged her tightly round the neck. "I don't have a gift for you or anything."

"I don't want a present," she shook her head. "I really just want the day to go away."

They only remained in the Common Room a short time after that. Darcie seemed to want to be alone and fled to her dormitory before one and Charlie felt very lonely without her, so he went to his own warm bed. Lying in bed he found he felt no better than he had sitting by himself in front of the fire. He was still smarting from the fact Darcie hadn't trusted him with information about her birthday, but he also felt really sorry that he had nothing to give her.

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In Charlie's opinion, Saturday morning's weather probably mirrored how Darcie was feeling. He woke to hear rain lashing against the windows of his dormitory before he climbed out of bed and headed for breakfast. Darcie wasn't seen for much of the day, but when she emerged, she looked upset and would hardly speak to anyone. The day after her birthday, however, she seemed to be entirely back to normal and no one mentioned it.

Until the following Friday, everything seemed to revert to normal—Charlie and Darcie were continually the only ones left in the common room in the dark of night. He was working out a new way for them to be victorious at Quidditch and had scheduled practices for two nights that week, but by Friday, his team was complaining about being overworked and Charlie was falling a little behind in his schoolwork. Night was a haven for Charlie because no one bothered him with questions and ideas for the next match; he noticed Darcie was looking pale, but before he could approach her and fight out what was wrong, she came to him.

"Charlie, I feel like we haven't talked in ages," she enthused when, by two o'clock Saturday, morning they were the only ones remaining in front of the fire.

"You went to bed early last night," he pointed out. "It was about eleven."

"I'm taking the equivalent of fourteen courses, I get tired," she laughed. "Besides, I watched your entire Quidditch practice."

"You did. Although, I think I saw you nodding off on George's shoulder," he teased.

"A little. Listen, can I ask you a favour?"

"Of course. I'm at your disposal."

"I'm going to go see Professor Trelawny tomorrow. I haven't told her, but I'm sure she knows I'm coming," they snorted with laughter. "I know you know something's "going on with me", and I get these weird visions, but I've never told anyone in my family because…well, you know the stories about my relatives. Anyway, if there's any place in the world to investigate this stuff, it's here at Hogwarts where there is an alleged Seer employed, right?"

"Yeah. You're sure you want to do this?" He looked at her closely.

"No, but it scares me and I don't want to be scared. I also don't want to go alone and that brings me to the favour I have to ask of you," she chewed her bottom lip.

"I'm not a skilled Legilimens, but I know what you're going to ask. Of course I'll go with you. I'm interested in this," he assured her.

"You'll come? I don't want to ask the boys because they don't really know what goes one—it's a lot easier to throw them off a strange event than you. All I have to do is tell them I don't want to talk about it and they back off," she told him pointedly.

"The thing is, I don't need your help with my homework. If they get you cross, they're scared you won't give them any more advice," he explained.

"I'd never cut them off like that. I am fond of them and with my workload, I don't have time to make new friends," Charlie was unsure if she was serious until he noticed her shaking with laughter. "I'm done my Potions. Charms now."

"You know, I'm going to head to bed. When do you want to go see Trelawny?"

"I was thinking around ten. Also, I promised Fred I'd work with him on his History of Magic essay after lunch which means I'm going to be helping all three of them with everything that's due this week," she rolled her eyes.

"Good night, Darcie," he told her and went to bed.

Charlie woke the next morning and was surprised at how much he was looking forward to accompanying Darcie to meet with the Divination teacher. He was starving and he noticed that it was nine so he rushed down to the Great Hall to grab something to eat before the day started. Percy wanted to talk—he needed help with an extra-credit assignment he was working on for Transfiguration and thought his older brother would be the right person to ask.

"Hey, Percy," Charlie broke in at the best opportunity, "have you seen Darcie?"

"Yes," was all his younger brother would say as he was making revisions.

"When and where?"

"She was here about ten minutes before you. Said she was going for a walk."

"Where?"

"I don't know, Charlie," Percy snapped. "I'm trying to work here. Thank you for your help, but I'm going to go to the library where it's quieter."

Charlie, annoyed at his brother's ungratefulness, watched Percy walk haughtily out of the room, and grabbed some tomatoes. Eventually, Fred, Lee, and George walked over to the table, Lee rubbing sleep out of his eyes, and sat down without speaking to each other. George nodded over at Charlie and he nodded back, finishing his eggs. At nine thirty, full of well-made breakfast, he went back to the common room to wait for Darcie to return from her walk because surely she would come back to try to find him before she went to see Professor Trelawny. Twenty minutes later, Darcie climbed through the portrait of the Fat Lady and stood there, staring at him, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded. "Why didn't you come join me?"

"Join you, what are you going on about? Percy said you went for a walk."

"Yeah, I said I was going for a walk and would he tell you that I would meet you by the Lake at twenty five to ten. You were so late, I thought I'd come back here and wake you up because you must still be asleep," she explained.

"Percy didn't tell me anything of the kind! I helped him with his paper then he got his knickers in a knot and huffed off," he replied. "Come on, let's go."

"I'm sorry, I knew Percy was probably the wrong person to relay the message—he was so consumed with his work—I just needed to get out of the castle for awhile," she told him. "I assume you get kind of nervous before a match, worrying about your performance. I feel a little nervous. What if I get up there and she tells me I have no talent and I'm just insane?"

"Do you really think you're insane?" He asked her. "Because if you are insane or think you're insane, I don't want to waste my time."

"Shut up," she whacked him on the arm. "Do you know where we're going?"

"I do, I asked some friends where their classes are held," he nodded.

They walked in silence for several minutes, trying not to get too lost on their way to the tower, and Charlie noticed Darcie looked white as a sheet. There must have been at least half a dozen staircases they had to climb before they reached their destination, and then they faced the difficulty of there not being a door. An entrance to a classroom was not visible anywhere until she looked up and tugged his sleeve.

"How are we supposed—"she began, but he picked her up and lifted her to the trap door in the ceiling. Laughing, she knocked on the wood and it opened, a rope ladder tumbling down.

"After you," he put her back on the floor and they climbed upwards.

"Who's there?" A soft voice called from the back of the dark room.

"Professor Trelawney?"

"Yes, my child?"

Charlie's eyes adjusted to the lighting in the room and his mind registered the slightly bizarre sight that greeted his gaze. There were overstuffed chairs around tables and on the tables were crystal balls, on the walls there were shelves full of teacups, and Charlie saw multiple decks of cards lying about. The woman Darcie was speaking to was an interesting sight in and of herself—she was wrapped in layers of glittering shawls, with gigantic glasses, and a lot of frizzy, flyaway hair. She peered closely at Darcie.

"Professor, my name is Darcie Burke and this is Charlie Weasley," she motioned towards him.

"Hello, Professor," he smiled.

"Are you in my class?" Professor Trelawney walked over to them. "No, you are too old and you are too young, but there's something…"

"Professor, I see things and I have feelings," Darcie began. "I mean feelings about things that are going to happen."

"I know, dear, I can tell," the teacher nodded wisely.

"Can you help me understand? Can you help me hone my skills?" The girl wondered.

"Professor, Darcie won't waste your time," Charlie put in. "She's taking two years at one time so she can go into Third Year next year instead of Second Year."

"You are studying First Year and Second Year classes, my girl?" The woman gazed at her intently and Darcie nodded. "Divination cannot simply be picked up on a whim whenever you desire."

"Please, Professor," Darcie protested.

"I'm sorry, my dear, it is not for me to decide. It has been determined by a power far higher than myself. I will see you in my class next year, I presume."

"Certainly, Professor."

"Miss Burke, I would be happy to answer any questions you may have about whatever you might See," the teacher encouraged.

"Thank you, Professor," Darcie gave her a weak smile and descended the ladder.

"Goodbye, Professor," Charlie nodded at her and followed his friend.

At the bottom of the rope, Charlie saw Darcie looking fairly upset and she was staring out the window at the Forbidden Forest. He put his arm around her and she buried her face in his shoulder so he held her close for as long as she desired. When she had pulled herself together, she stood back and gave him a small smile.

''I'm sorry, Darcie," Charlie smiled back.

"It's not so bad," she shrugged. "I'm already taking fourteen courses. And she said I could come back if I need any guidance."

"You aren't coming back, are you?" He asked shrewdly.

"Not on your life," she laughed. "I'll take Divination next year and show her."

"I know you will," he laughed, too. "Do you want to come and meet someone who always cheers me up?"

"Well, I thought that would take longer than it did…" she trailed off. "Lunch isn't for over an hour, we might as well go visiting."

Charlie led Darcie out of the castle and across the grounds. "His name is Rubeus Hagrid and he's the Gamekeeper—he shows me some of the greatest animals from the Forbidden Forest."

"I guess you two get along pretty well. You and your love for exotic animals," she raised her eyebrows. "Are you still wanting to go to Romania?"

"Absolutely, but don't mention it to Hagrid—he loves dragons and he'd die to go."

"Gotcha," she nodded.

"Hagrid!" Charlie called and knocked on the door of his friend's hut.

"Charlie," the giant man roared when he opened the entrance, "and yeh've brough' a friend. Hello."

Darcie looked slightly overwhelmed and she craned her neck to smile politely up him. "Hello, Mr. Hagrid."

"None o' this mister stuff," Hagrid told her gruffly. "Hagrid'll do. Now, Charlie, I met yer girlfrien' once, but I remember her bein' older and blonder."

"Hagrid, this is not my girlfriend. This is Darcie Burke," Charlie informed. "She's friends with my brothers."

"I've met them," Hagrid nodded. "Pretty in'erested in the Forbidden Forest, they are. They always like this?"

"Yeah," Charlie nodded. "I can have a talk with them."

"Would yeh? I've chased them away at leas' once a week since term started," Hagrid shook his head.

Charlie and Darcie stayed and visited with Hagrid for half an hour longer before going back to the castle. Darcie was quieter than Charlie had ever seen her, but she was very polite to her new acquaintance. When they got back to the castle, Charlie was accosted by Arielle and Darcie hurried off to find Fred, George, and Lee. She mumbled something about wanting to start work before lunch.

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Second chapter up and reworked—I hope it's acceptable. Thanks for being awesome readers!