Chapter 13
A/N: I do not own Harry Potter.
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Charlie was awaken to someone pounding on his door. He pulled a pair of jeans on and hobbled to answer it. "What?!" He yelled, then looked surprised into his youngest brother's eyes. "Ron? What are you doing here?" He asked unsure. "Sorry, Charlie can I stay for a few days?" Ron asked. Charlie sighed and opened the door farther, letting him in.
Ron looked nervous. "You alright, Ronny?" He asked his youngest brother. "Yeah, just had a ... fight with Hermione." Ron admitted. Charlie nodded. He remembered the two of them were always fighting and bickering. He went to his room and grabbed a sheet and pillow, which he tossed it at his brother. "Alek is out on leave. You can use his bed." He nodded toward the extra room. "Thanks." Ron muttered.
"Why did you not use the floo?" He asked as he woke up more and thought about it. He watched his brother look angry. He raised an eyebrow. An angry Ron was unpredictable. He loved his brother, but his anger would blind him to everything. "I wasn't at home." Ron said, before closing the door. Charlie frowned. Something was off. He grew up with the twins around, he had developed a sixth sense about these things. He looked at Alek's door. He knew there was a permanent silencing spell on their rooms. Maybe Fred or George would know what was going on with him. He threw some floo powder in the fire and called out the twin's floo address.
Fred and George were still thinking about what to do about Hermione and Agate leaving with Mrs. Figgs, when Charlie flooed. "Charlie!" Fred greeted him first with a hug. "Do you two know why Ron just visited me out of the blue?" Charlie asked as he hugged George. They both stopped. "Ron is at your house? Right now?" George demanded. Charlie looked confused. "Yeah. He showed up saying he had a fight with Hermione." Charlie explained looking at his brother's faces. "What happened?" He asked.
George used the floo, while Fred spoke to his older brother. "They had a fight alright. He found out about Agate's dad. He put her in the hospital." Fred told Charlie, clinching his hands into fists. "What?" Charlie said, shocked that his brother would do that to his best friend. Charlie spoke up again. "Ron knew she was married. I don't see why it would cause a fight." He reasoned, before running his hand through his messy red hair. "She wasn't his kid. Her dad is a Slytherin. Marcus Flint." Fred said. Charlie sat down in George's chair surprised again.
"Is Hermione alright?" He asked. Fred nodded. "She is out." Fred answered, but looked uneasy. "What is it?" Charlie pressed. "She had a fight with Flint and stormed off. Flint's friend said he was going to talk to her, but you know how much I trust Slytherins." Charlie nodded.
He had remembered Flint from school. He was a year older than the twins. He seemed to remember him looking like a troll and acting like one, as well. He wasn't a nice guy from the memories that he remembered.
A/N: Sorry this is a short chapter. I will write more soon.