A/N: If you can come up with a better ending...well, by all means, leave it in the review. I know this ending stinks on ice. I suck at ending things. Everytime I try to, I just think of more things to say.


Jump


Bill was stalking towards me, fists clenched, cheeks red.

I was shaking more now, and the joint bounced out of my fingers and onto the ground.

Several guys jumped at it, breaking the tension that had formed. I still stood like a statue, feeling like I was going to be sick.

When Bill was about two inches in front of me, he started shouting.

"Charlie, what the fuck do you think your doing? I trusted you, Charlie, I trusted you when no one else wanted to give you a second chance! They wanted to throw you out on your ass. I was so stupid, I'd tell them, he deserves another chance. He's a good kid. Bull shit, I should have let them expell you!"

He grabbed my arm now, and started dragging me away. I didn't really try and fight him.

Unfortunetly, Noodle did.

"Hey!" He grabbed my other arm. "Who do you think you are? If Dragonmaster wants to stay, let him. You can't control what he-"

That's as far as he got before Bill's fist slammed into his face. If he was missing teeth before...

Bill dragged me along, still shouting. I was kinda in shock from Bill's violent outburst. He had used his left hand to punch Noodle. That must be some kind of recessive gene thingy. I thought about all the times I'd hit Cedric and Percy...I mentally shook myself. This was all I cared about?

When we were maybe two blocks away, Bill let go of my arm suddenly. He had stopped shouting long ago, and I had been dragged in silence for a while.

"Are you okay?" He asked, sounding a lot calmer than before. "Did they hurt you? I couldn't see from my angle, your back was to me a lot-"

"You were watching me?" I asked in disbelief. "How did you...why'd you..."

"When I couldn't find you or Luiz anywhere before we left for Hogsmeade, I figured somethign was up. I asked around, and someone said they saw you skulking around Hagrid's hut. I peered in the window just as I heard you call out 'Leaky Cauldron, then I followed you here.'"

As he was giving his mini-speech, he had been inspecting my arms and fingers for marks. I yanked my hand out of his grasp. My fear was gone, replaced by anger that was quickly rising.

"You didn't trust me?" I snarled.

"No." Bill calmly replied. "I didn't trust those guys."

I was silent for maybe half a block. Then...

"Hey Bill?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for not trusting me."

He looked at me and smiled. "No biggie, I do it every day."

(Flashforward! Yldood-Yldood-Ood!)

The silence that had embarked upon the Burrow after Charlie finished his story was broken by Fred.

"So how does Quidditch tie into this?" He asked for the third time.

"I'm getting there, calm down. Anyway, it was maybe a year after that all happened. I didn't talk to Luiz again, and he was avoiding me anyway...probably because he saw Bill's left hook. But he just wouldn't leave us alone."

(Flashback! Doodly-Doodly-Doo!)

"Gryffindor in possesion, Wood passes to Wood, and-Oh my gosh, the Gryffindor Seeker is going into a dive!"

The crowd jumped to it's feet as one, watching the dot of red zoom towards the ground.

"He's going, going...where the heck's he going?" The crowd was still watching as he dive-bombed a group of three that was standing near the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The tallest of the group dove to the ground, while the other two, who looked like identical twins, watched in wonder.

Charlie pointed the end of his broom at Luiz. "Stay away from my brothers, Luiz." He said, in a threatening tone. Fred and George had moved from behind him to his side. Glancing at them, he said, "Go watch the game."

"C'mon, Charlie, man, I thought we were friends." Luiz pleaded.

Charlie looked at him coldly. "Then you're sadly mistaken."

He shot forward suddenly. Luiz screamed and bolted into the Forbidden Forest.

"Wimp." Charlie muttered. Satisfied he was gone, he turned to rejoin the game...and came face to face to face with Fred and George.

"Say, er, Fred? George? Why don't you sit with Bill?"

"Are you kidding?" Fred looked at him dubiously.

"He's head boy." George added, in case Charlie hadn't gotten it from Fred's statement.

"Still, he's not that bad." Charlie sighed. "Come on, if you go sit with him, I'll give you a ride up there on my broomstick."

"Awesome!" They cried together. Clamoring onto the broomstick, they rose carefully.

After dropping off the twins in the Gryffindor box, he dove again.

"Oh look, he's picking up some more of his brothers. How many does he have?" The Slytherin seeker laughed.

"Uh, Mike?" One of the Slytherin beaters called. "Since when are his brothers gold and feathery?"

(Flashforward! Yldood-Yldood-Ood!)

"So in a way, Charlie's poor judge of character is responsible for getting you two into Quidditch also." Hermione reasoned.

"I don't even remember that part." George looked at Fred, who shook his head.

"Well, you were only first years. It was like, about seven years ago. So," Charlie cleared his throat. "Percy, truth or dare?"

"Huh?" Percy looked around.

"Well, I finished mine, and now I get to pick someone. Truth or dare?"

"Uh...truth?"

"What were you and Penny really doing when I walked in on you two last month?"

"Um, I, uh...I have no idea what your talking about." Percy mumbled quickly. "Ron?"

"Wait, I want to hear this." Hermione grinned.

"We were researching resuscitation techniques." Percy said stiffly.

"Translation: Mouth-to-mouth." Bill laughed.

"C'mon, you could always take the dare." Charlie said innocently.

Percy paled. "Ice underwear?" He asked.

"Ice underwear." Charlie nodded.

He sighed. "Okay, so it was just a regular study session..."