(BOC)

The moment she stepped through the doorframe, it was as if she had been transported into a fairy tale.

A Christmas card was a more accurate comparison. Little thatched cottages and shops were all covered in a layer of crisp snow; there were holly wreaths on the doors and strings of enchanted candles hanging in the trees.

Anna shivered, and Charlie drew a cloak out of seemingly nowhere and placed it on her, pulling the hood over her head. "Stay close to me and don't make a sound until I take the cloak off, understand?" She nodded her head slowly and he smiled before positioning the hood further over her face.

They headed up the street, her head bowed against the wind, watching and following his feet move swiftly through the snow. The wind was fierce and Anna's hands were freezing. They crossed the road and in a few minutes were entering a tiny inn.

"Greetings, can I interest you in a room for the night? It's said to be gettin frightful throughout the night," the sound of a shrilly old man's voice reached Anna's ears. She resisted the urge to look up and just kept her head down under the hood.

"A room sounds perfect Tom."

"If you'll follow me up Mr." The shrilly voice spoke again.

Charlie tapped his toe on the hardwood softly, obviously to get Anna's attention. She followed Charlie up a handsome wooden staircase to a door with a marble trim about it. Anna could hear the door being unlocked and opened.

"Thank you Tom, that'll be all." Charlie handed the older gentleman a couple coins who nodded and walked back down the stairs, not casting a glance towards Anna.

Charlie waved his hand and she followed him inside. Shutting the door behind him, Charlie locked it and placed the key into his jean pocket.

"Right you go then, you can take the cloak off."

Anna shook her head and the hood flew back. Untying the cloak was a bit more difficult than she would have thought. She couldn't seem to see the strings but she could certainly feel them. She struggled a moment, tightening the cloak rather than loosening it, but Charlie crossed the room and placed his hands over hers, taking the draw strings and swiftly unknotted them. He gently removed the cloak off of her and hung it up on the coat rack where he had placed his.

"Charlie."

He was absent-mindedly combing his fiery red hair in the bureau's mirror.

"Hm?"

"The cloak is gone."

He turned towards her, smiling broadly. "No it's still there. Go ahead you can touch it, you just can't see it." Turning back to the mirror, he started removing his tie. She tentatively moved closer to the rack, her fingers stretched out in front of her. She gasped the moment her fingers brushed against the cool soft fabric. She couldn't see it, but she could feel it.

"It's called a Cloak of Invisibility."

"What?" She stated in disbelief.

"A cloak –"

"I heard you. Let me get this straight, the moment you put that cloak on me, I was invisible?"

"Yeah, that's pretty much the gist."

"This is too much," Anna collapsed, landing on a wooden chair that rushed to catch her. Jumping up suddenly, she backed away from the chair that seemed to follow her, bumping into Charlie who was setting down the bed.

"Charlie, that chair, it's moving."

"Of course it's moving."

"So I'm not seeing things."

"Course not, go to bed and get some shut eye. It's late and we need to get an early start in the morning," Charlie walked towards what apparently was the bathroom door and emerged moments later, dressed in sleeper pants and a wife beater. He tossed Anna a pair of shorts and a tank top before he crawled under the bed's covers.

"Bathroom's free. Hope you don't mind. They're my sister's, they may be a bit snug."

Anna stared at them and a look of horror crossed her face. "I think I'll just sleep in my clothes."

"Whatever, come on and get in bed. I need to get some sleep, you too. Long day ahead of us tomorrow," Charlie rolled over to his side, his back towards her.

"Charlie?"

"Hm?"

"Where's the other bed?"

Charlie rolled over to face her, "blimey Anna, I don't have cooties. Promise no funny business, scout's honor."

"It's not that, you see–"

"Save it for the morning Anna, let's just get some sleep." He lifted the covers motioning for her to crawl under. She weighed her options. Knowing if she slept on the floor, her body would never forgive her. As long as he wasn't a restless sleeper, he'd be safe.

"Fahne, you win." She trudged over to the bed and laid down as far from Charlie as she could possibly get. He smirked, "what did no one tell you? Charlie Weasley always wins." He pulled her close to him, "you know we're family. I mean we're practically siblings. Mum explained it to me once. Something about Aunt Irene hitching up with that Lenshurr or Logan or something like that." Charlie was answered byheavy breathing coming from the young woman he held in his arms.

Soft singing reached Charlie's ears through the glass window, and he drifted off into a peaceful sleep as the soothing words floating through his mind, reassuring him his AnnaAngel wouldn't leave him again.