Chapter twelve

Because they had so much to do and still a lot of their plans had to be finalised, Hermione and Ron talked Harry into staying at the Burrow since no one lives there anymore. Mrs. Weasley offered Harry Charlie's old room, but Harry quickly asked about Ron's old room. He explained that he always stayed in that room, so if he was going to stay, it wouldn't seem right in another room. Harry went home and packed some clothes and his blood, but he explained that he would probably go out on the odd night, but couldn't say when or if he actually will. He lived his life from one day to the next, no plans and he liked it that way.

Over the next couple of weeks, Harry had braved going into Diagon Alley to get fitted for his robes. At first people didn't recognise him, but the moment one person did, word spread that Harry Potter was there. Twenty minutes later reporters and photographers turned up. They shouted questions, Harry ignored them, he saw photo's being taken, but again Harry acted like he didn't see it and just went about his business. Hermione said even though there would be muggles there and it would be a wedding without magic, they still wanted the men in robes which could be discarded after the ceremony, the speeches and the first couple of dances. Ron and Hermione explained that after those few things were out of the way, it was basically a party afterwards, so any type of clothes could be worn. Harry liked that idea so he thought about some of his really outrageous clothes and knew he would shock a lot of people once he got rid of the robes. But since he was returning to the magical world for his friend's wedding, he thought it was time for everyone to realise he wasn't the same boy that left over two years ago. He was determined to have a good time because it might be one of the last times he celebrated with so many of his friends in one place at the same time.

Three days before the wedding, the men were getting ready for the bachelor party which Aberforth offered his pub for a privacy because word had spread about Ron being married to Hermione and Harry being his best man.

Harry was sitting at the Burrow's table eating lunch with Mr. Weasley, Ron, Hermione and Molly when the fire turned green and Charlie Weasley stepped out.

'It's about time you made it Charlie,' Molly said as she hugged her son, then Arthur did.

'I said I'd be here today, I couldn't get away any sooner. So my little brother is getting married,' Charlie pulled Ron to his feet and hugged, 'How did you talk Hermione into that?'

'I told her I loved her,' Ron said grinning hugely.

'I have no idea how you two are going to make it work but it seems to be alright. Now, is this one of your friends?' Charlie nodded to the bloke at the table.

Hermione, Ron, Arthur and Molly all chuckled, then Harry stood up and turned around. 'Charlie.'

'Harry,' Charlie's jaw dropped, then he noticed that Harry wasn't smiling, 'Blimey, I can't believe how much you've changed.'

'It's been more than two years, people change,' Harry turned back to his friend, 'You never mentioned Charlie being here.'

'Why wouldn't he be here, he is my brother Harry.'

'Yeah, I should have anticipated that, excuse me,' Harry left the kitchen and headed upstairs.

'What in the name of merlin is that about?' Ron stared after his friend then back to Charlie, 'Well.'

'I have no idea, but I can't believe how he looks. Anyway, I suppose I'm in my old room?'

'It's all ready for you Charlie, go put your stuff away then come down for a cup of tea. If you see Harry, tell him he didn't finish his lunch.'

'Yeah, I will,' Charlie walked slowly up the stairs but felt like his stomach had dropped into his feet at the sight of Harry. He put his bag on the bed, looked around at the old room and memories hit him instantly. The memory of when he and Harry had made love in this room. Charlie thought he'd buried that a long time ago, but looked like he was wrong. He stepped out into the hall and saw Harry come out of the bathroom, 'Hey.'

'Yeah,' Harry scowled then went to go into his room when Charlie grabbed his arm, 'Don't.'

'What did I do Harry because something has your blasted wand in a knot.'

Harry slowly turned, 'You really don't know, do you. Well figure it out Charlie boy,' Harry yanked his arm out of Charlies, went into Ron's room, slammed the door then stood over near the window.

Charlie stared at the door, then thought he better work out what was going on. So he opened the door and saw how stiff Harry was standing, very tense.

'Harry, tell me what I did because I really have no idea.'

'Go away Charlie.'

'No, not until you explain what in the blazes is going on.'

'You really want to know,' Harry turned slowly to face the man that had haunted his dreams for years.

'Yes, I want to know what I did to piss you off so much.'

'Fine,' Harry stepped closer, 'The first man I make love to and you leave, just run away. No goodbye, no nothing, you just left,' Harry moved around Charlie and hurried down the stairs, by the time he got to the kitchen Charlie was right behind him and grabbed his arm, 'Piss off and leave me alone.'

'Forget it, I want you to talk to me.'

Harry gritted his teeth, 'You used me, fucked me and leave like I meant nothing because you didn't want to face the truth. Now, I think I said enough, don't you,' Harry yanked his arm out of Charlie's hand and hurried outside and everyone inside heard the crack of apparition and knew Harry left, now they just hoped he came back.