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Yay, we finally get to see Charlie!

So I realized AFTER I had this written that the rest of the world didn't know about Voldemorts return until after the skirmish in the Department of Mysteries. Well, let's just pretend that most people believed Harry and Dumbledore and some loyal reporter wrote about you-know-who's return in the Daily Prophet after

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"Alright boys, keep your eyes open. This Vipertooth could be hiding anywhere. Oi! Princess, you doing okay over there?"

Nyx Lestrange rolled her eyes at her boss, but replied all the same, "Right as rain, Mac!" Princess, sweetheart, girlie, when you were one of only three females in a profession people rarely called you by your name. However, the job was worth the taunts. Nyx loved the danger, the adventure, the pure adrenaline that accompanied dragon wrangling. Sure you never knew where your next job would be, so settling down and making ties was pretty much a lost cause, but who needed a home anyway? Yes, the men were hard on her, either by taunts or by not expecting her to be as strong as them, even though Nyx had proven time and again that she could do everything they could - and she could do it wearing stilettos.

Currently, her team was backpacking through a Peruvian rainforest (no stilettos this trip!) looking for a Vipertooth that had just destroyed an entire village and eaten four people. The Ministry was going to have fun covering that up. Normally, the wranglers were told to capture the dragons and take them to the preserve in Romania, but they had been ordered to put this dragon down as it had already escaped their team once.

The five-man team had fanned out and were combing a large area of forest looking for the 15ft monster. Unfortunately, this particular breed was exceptional at hiding from humans. Nyx could feel her every nerve standing at attention, her body was getting ready to go into fight or flight mode at a moment's notice, the former usually won. Behind her she heard the snap of a twig and could faintly make out heavy breathing that did not belong to a human. The dragon was marking her, no doubt looking for dessert. Nyx stayed calm but quickened her pace. She needed to get away from the beast in order to get the signal to Mac that she found the dragon. She was just about to send up the red sparks from her wand when she heard the roar and out of the corner of her eye saw a flash of fire. The other members of her team started running towards her, but they would be little help, the Vipertooth was about 20ft away from her and getting closer. She aimed her wand and said the curse that would kill the dragon at the same time she saw a large jaw descend on her and felt a blinding pain in her leg. Then everything went black.


For a moment Nyx thought she was looking at the dragon's fire, except is was oddly shaped and she felt no heat. In fact, she felt strangely cool, she couldn't even feel the humidity of the rainforest.

"W-where..." She tried to talk but her tongue felt heavy.

"Don't try to talk yet, Lestrange. Let me get this out of your way." Nyx recognized the voice immediately. It was the voice of her arch-rival and the one man in the field that who she truly felt intimidated by: Charlie Weasely.

She felt something get taken out of her mouth and a thin gauze was removed from her eyes. She giggled to herself when she realized she had mistaken Charlie's hair for fire. He helped her sit up.

"What are you doing in Peru?" She asked him pointedly, in the coldest voice she could muster. He laughed as he put away the gauze and the metal thing used to hold her tongue down, it occurred to Nyx that she must have been trying to bite her tongue.

"First of all, you wake up with your tongue depressed, a bandage on your head, and your leg in complete disrepair and all that concerns you is that I have deigned to leave Romania? Why Miss Lestrange, I'm quite flattered." Charlie smirked at her. She opened her mouth to say something but he held up his hand to her mouth and continued, "Second, and I'm sorry to disappoint you, I am not in Peru. I am in Romania, as are you. The Vipertooth bit your leg and Mac disapparated you over here since we have the largest supply of antidotes."

That explained the cold. "What happened? Where's Mac and the rest of guys? Why are you, specifically, treating me?" There was something Charlie wasn't telling her. He was a dragon keeper, not a healer. Then something he said struck her quite suddenly, "Wait! My leg? What's wrong with my leg!" She hurriedly tried to force the blankets off to examine her limb, but was overcome by dizziness and had to lay back.

"It's going to be fine."Charlie reassured her and straightened her bed covers. Damn him, why did he always insist on being so good? "We got the antidote in on time. It's just going to take a while to be fully healed. You're not supposed to go dragon chasing for a bit." Nyx groaned, that meant staying in one place for more than a week, she hated that. Charlie continued, "Mac went back to help the team clean things up in Peru. Apparently you made the dragon sort of explode so muggles in the area have been finding claws and teeth and scales all over the place. I'm treating you because, um, there's really no one else. After that write up in the Prophet all the healer's have returned home to be with their families. I'm the only keeper with more than a basic knowledge of antidotes."

"What write up? Is the Sanctuary closing or something?"

"Blimey, you wranglers DO keep yourselves off from the world. I can't believe you haven't seen this." Charlie walked out of Nyx's field of vision and returned with a copy of the wizarding newspaper.

What Nyx saw nearly made her pass out again. There was a picture of Albus Dumbledore, a boy with messy hair and glasses, and a separate picture of handsome older teenage boy. The headline read:

Terror at the Triwizard Tournament: One student dead, and Harry Potter witnesses the return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Nyx grabbed Charlie's forearm and looked him straight in the eyes. She did not want anyone, especially Charlie Weasely, to see her this desperate, but she really had no choice, with a bum leg and all.

"Charlie, I know we don't get along," Charlie snorted at the understatement. "BUT", Nyx pressed on, "I need you to help me find my brother. Many people will die if we don't get to him before the Dark Lord."