Author's Notes: Prompt 25 from the minor character boot camp challenge! I am half way there! Yay! Thank you so much to all of you that have read the story so far and an extra special thanks to those who also reviewed!
Flames
Charlie dropped into his seat by the fireplace as Remus arrived. They were using Grimald place as headquarters again, but only when they were all there just in case Snape did decide to lead a death eater attack there.
"How is Tonks?" he asked.
"Complaining." Remus grinned. "She's starting to show and since things are getting further along I've been keeping her indoors...she's bored."
"I'm not surprised." Charlie replied. "Better safe than sorry though."
"How is everyone else holding up here?" the older wizard asked.
"As well as can be expected." He shrugged. "Death eater numbers are much larger than we first thought...we do what we can but until we hear from Harry we're just beating back the tide."
"You've heard nothing then." Remus sighed softly.
"I hope they're alright, I don't know how I-" Charlie broke off in frustration. "Some sign that they're alright..." The older man put a hand on his shoulder. If Harry was captured or worse then the war was over. Hope was gone. Harry was their hope, Ron was his brother and Hermione was...well he couldn't stand to lose her either.
"We would know by now if they weren't alright, I think. We have to stay strong, have faith in them." Remus said firmly. Charlie stared into the flames of the fireplace and prayed that what Remus said was true.
Hermione sat staring into the flames, it was her watch tonight. Things had become harder since it was only her and Harry. Neither of them rested as much as they should do and they were both a lot quieter. I think they were both afraid that saying the wrong thing could risk another one of them leaving.
She hoped that Ron was safe, wherever he was... She prayed that he came back to them every day. That he would just come walking into the tent as if he'd never left...but how could he. After a while they could no longer wait where they were for him to return and they had to leave. He wouldn't be able to find them now.
It was getting terribly cold at night now; despite the warming charms...it made her more disheartened by the day. The cold weather had always made her feel complacent. Too much thinking in their situation wasn't necessarily a good thing. When she thought too much she thought of everyone else, she worried about them all. She wondered what Ginny was up to and the twins. She wondered if Charlie was alright and if he thought of her at all...