Hey people!! Ok the next two chapters aren't that long, but hopefully they're still good. Here's chapter 2. Oh and I'm only doing one disclaimer, since I CBA (Can't be bothered) doing it for every chapter and since I didn't do it for my othere story, which is still in progress.

Disclaimer: All main characters and main Harry Potter story belongs to the wonderful author J K Rowling (Sik woman!), thanks to whom we have this wonderful world to write about.

Chapter 2

Friday 20th December 1991

THUMP.

I landed on the ground and my bag fell a few feet away from me. Mum and Dad were of course on their feet, I don't think I'm ever going to get the hang of portkeys.

"Does this belong to you, Ginny?" said a male voice, which I recognised immediately. I got up and ran to my brother, engulfing him in a hug. Charlie had a broad, good-natured face, which had a few scars on it and he was so freckly that he looked almost tanned and he was muscular.

"Charlie! I missed you so much. How are you? How's work? Is it fun?" I asked him excitedly.

"Whoa slow down. Let's get home first, and then we'll talk", Charlie said as he held my hand and started walking away from this hidden place. We walked through a busy street and turned into an alley way, which I wouldn't have notice if Charlie hadn't led me into it. Once we were through the alley way we arrived in another street but this one was obviously inhabited by wizards. We entered an apartment building and went to the first floor. Charlie lived in a two bedroom flat. It was quite spacious, the hallway had five doors. One led to Charlie's bedroom, one to the spare bedroom, one to the living room, one to the bathroom and one to the kitchen. We walked into the living room, which was connected to the kitchen by a door. The living room contained a large couch and two arm chairs. There was a bookshelf in the corner filled with books about dragons. Next to the bookshelf was a small dining table with four chairs. I opened the door to the kitchen, which was small but big enough for the essentials. "I cleaned out the spare bedroom for you guys. Ginny you can have my bed and I'll sleep on the couch, which is really comfy", I smiled as I sat down on said couch, which is really comfy.

"So fill me in, what's work been like? I want to know". Charlie told me everything he had been doing here and by the way he talked about his job you could tell he really enjoys it. He also promised to take us to see the dragons on Sunday, I can't wait.

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Sunday 22nd December 1991

I could hear the loud roaring of the dragons in the clearing. Charlie took us round but kept far away and described the different breeds to us, well to me mostly. He showed us some that were scarlet in colour, with a fringe of golden spikes around its face and extremely protuberant eyes. These were Chinese Fireballs. Then we saw some Hebridean Blacks, which are black with brilliant purple eyes and a line of shallow but razor-sharp ridges along their backs. Their tails are tipped by an arrow-shaped spike and they have bat-like wings. The Hungarian Horntails have black scales and have a lizard-like appearance. They have yellow eyes, bronze horns and bronze spike that protrude from their tails. Charlie said these are the most dangerous dragons, well they look scary to me. The Peruvian Vipertooths are the smallest of all known dragons (Fifteen feet, that's bigger than me. I would not call that small). They are copper-cloured with black ridge markings. Their horns are short and the fangs are apparently particularly venomous. We saw a couple more dragons but my favourite were the Antipodean Opaleyes. They have iridescent pearly scales and glittering, multi-coloured, pupil-less eyes. They produce a very vivid scarlet flame and their eggs are pale grey and Charlie said that sometimes muggles may mistake them for fossils (Whatever those are).

Once we had seen all the dragons, we decided to have lunch. During this time we met some of Charlie's friends and co-workers. All of them were really nice and told me different stories about different events that had happened here, some of them including Charlie.

The day had been so much fun, and I got a lot of photos of the dragons, Charlie and the scenery. Mum said she would get me a photo album to put them in.

***

Wednesday 25th December 1991

I woke up bright and early and ran into the living room where the Christmas tree, that we had put up the day after we arrived, was. Charlie woke up as I came in and gave me a look as if to say 'go on'. I kneeled down in front of the tree and picked up the nearest present with my name on it. This one was from Mum and Dad, obviously a sweater. That's what she got for the rest as well, she even made Harry one. I can't believe he doesn't expect any presents. I didn't give him one though I wanted to but it'd be too weird, he doesn't even know me. I opened it and it was a violet colour sweater with a picture of an Antipodean Opaleye on it, mum had obviously added it later. There was also a matching hat and scarf. That would explain why she kept going back to her room. I pulled it on over my pyjamas and grabbed the next present. This one was from Charlie, he had hand carved a miniature snitch, quaffle and bludgers including a crate to put them in out of wood. He had also painted them the right colours and put the Hogwarts crest on the crate. The whole thing was quite a bit bigger then my hand.

"I love it! Thanks Charlie!" I said as I jumped up and hugged him. Mum and dad came into the room and I quickly got up and thanked them both for the present and showed them what Charlie got me.

"Oh it was nothing really", Charlie said as I sat back down by the tree.

"What? It most have taken you ages", I replied as I picked up my present from Bill and started to unwrap it.

"Well I didn't know what to get you, so I figured I'd just make something instead. I'm glad you like it" Charlie explained as mum and dad took seats next to him on the couch.

The whole day went by too quickly for my liking but it was really enjoyable. Now all of us sat down at the dining table for Christmas dinner, which was of course delicious (I love mum's cooking).

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Saturday 11th January 1992

I got up and looked around Charlie's room, I really didn't want to go home. The last three weeks had been great but now we had to go back. Dad could only get three weeks off work and the portkey was already set. It was the same one we had used to get here in the first place. I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom quietly, so that I wouldn't wake anyone up. After I was done in the bathroom I entered the kitchen and quietly made some toast.

"Ginny is that you in there?" Charlie asked. I opened the door adjoining the kitchen to the living room.

"Did I wake you?" I asked walking in.

"No I was already awake. I have something for you" Charlie said and placed something in my hands. He had obviously made this (He is really good at it). It was me wearing my new sweater, scarf and hat, and holding my hand was Charlie also in his new sweater. This was from the day we had gone sight-seeing in town. I hugged Charlie tightly around the middle.

"It's great, thank you. I'm gonna miss you so much", I told him though it came out a bit mumbled, he heard all the same.

"I'm gonna miss you too. Now, sounds like mums in the kitchen, let's have a nice breakfast before you guys have to leave", he said and got up pulling me with him.

After breakfast we walked back to the same little hidden area, to go back home. Me, mum and dad all hugged Charlie in turn and then got ready. We had already sent our luggage back home. Dad looked at his watch as all three of us stood around in a sort of circle holding an old Muggle newspaper.

"OK, 5, 4, bye son, 2, 1", Dad said as I felt the pull at my naval and Romania, along with Charlie got left behind.

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