The older Harry stood over a large magical map, planning; It was definitely not your regular 2D map. As he noted changes, he recalled the news of the attack in Romania with concern. Voldemort had attacked Romania in his timeline, though much later.

He was fairly certain he knew why Voldemort had changed his plans. This time, he was going to use the dragons for another purpose, one of which Harry would see the failure of.

Charlie's death, though, had not happened in the other attack, from his timeline. Instead, someone close to the man had died, and it had not affected him well.

Slightly drunk, the older red haired man spoke. "I did tell her, you know. But I want to tell her again. She was wonderful."

Harry looked at Charlie with sympathy. "Ron wanted me to see where you went, he said he needed someone for Fred and George to mess with instead, and that if you were his brother you would come to his defense."

The man chose not to listen. "Do you understand?"

Harry did. Ginny, while not dead, was lost to him. She was here even, at the wedding, but with him.

He had let her go, long ago.

He gently took hold of the other man's arm and led him back inside. "Come on Charlie."

Back inside, it was festively lighted. Many were dancing, talking, drinking. He nodded to Ron, who glanced in their direction, to let him know that he had found Charlie.

He steered Charlie over to a table and set about trying to sober him up. He didn't want Ron to worry about it; This was his best friend's wedding, and he was the best man. He checked to make sure that Ron was letting him handle it as promised, and smiled when he saw him in the middle of a kiss with Hermione. She was beautiful today.

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Charlie's funeral.

He was at Charlie's funeral.

The whispers had gotten harder to ignore. Not that anyone else heard them. Maybe he was having some sort of breakdown… which was not an option.

Harry now resisted the urge to look around for dementors.

The entire Weasley family was here, along with Hermione, Angelina, and Katie; Former teachers of his -Dumbledore was here. Sirius would have come, but he had to deal with something. Harry had gotten a vision regarding an assassination plot, and Sirius was taking care of it. Harry had gotten a very short letter from Sirius this morning, a few sentences to let Harry know what was going on. There was something bigger involved -the man who was scheduled to be assassinated had been working for Voldemort. The man knew something -and the knew not what. Sirius was tracking the man around Indonesia.

He finally realized just how many Weasleys there were -cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, sisters, brothers, parents, children. He was seeing a lot of red. He spotted several co-workers of Charlie's -he could tell because most wore dragon's teeth somewhere. A lot of them had stories to tell, about Charlie. Kira told about when she had gone inside one the Dragon pens, and gotten knocked over. Charlie had run in after her and drug her out.

Then there were the stories about Quidditch, or those from his schooldays.

Ron told about first year, about Norbert. It turns out Norbert prospered in Romania -and was one of the few that escaped capture during the attack. He had gotten free, however, and was now… somewhere.

Harry saw a man scribbling notes down -a reporter.

It was bloody cold. It had even snowed yesterday, leaving the landscape a sea of white.

Harry recalled the meeting he had gone to with Dumbledore…

The attack in Romania was the beginning of a series of raids in the following days. Voldemort just kept attacking, putting his multitude of magical creatures to work. And he was spreading out far and wide.

Voldemort had attacked or was well on his way to taking over Mauritania, Algeria, Chad, and several smaller coastal countries in Africa. Argentina and Paraguay in South America. In Asia, Cambodia, Thailand, Vietnam, Nepal, and Mongolia. Islands were the major victims, as they were small and easy to control. Tasmania, Mindanao, Luzon, Java, Sumatra, Honshu, Borneo. Mostly he'd left Canadian and Caribbean islands alone.

It seemed he was aiming to create chaos

His raids produced more Vampires and werewolves (though it should be noted that not all went to his side). Furthermore, they left many soulless victims. Many muggles were tortured and killed. Many witches and wizards were taken prisoner, some tortured into serving Voldemort.

And the orphans. Magical or muggle, Death Eater parents or not, they were innocents.

Voldemort had not aimed any major attacks any major countries yet besides France, and of course England. Dumbledore was going to attend a meeting of the International Confederation of Wizards in Italy; He was going to petition them to unite against Voldemort. He had also invited Harry along.

After the meeting, Harry had been leaving the school when Snape caught up with him. A couple insults later, Snape had told hi, this: Last time someone mentioned Harry's name in front of Voldemort, he had smirked. He had said that Harry ;would soon know the meaning of horror.' Now, Voldemort had said many things similar to that, and quite often. But generally in a cold, malicious tone of voice. The 'man' rarely smirked.

One thing you should know about Voldemort -he doesn't celebrate his successes early. He plots, and he plots meticulously -there is often a contingency plan. Hence his irritation when Harry screws his plans up.

What does this mean? Voldemort had some surefire way of tormenting him. And he had an bad feeling it wasn't Charlie's death.

Harry walked behind as the pallbearers walked Charlie's coffin to his soon-to-be grave. As his feet crunched into the snow, he saw a flash; The reporter was taking pictures.

He stood beside Ron and Hermione, who had their arms around each other's waist.

Dumbledore now made ready to speak. He was the natural choice for making a speech -though Harry knew it was hard for him. The Headmaster was damned good at speeches, but that did not make it any less painful.

Painful.

His scar was throbbing, and the pain was intensifying. He stopped breathing for a moment when he realized-

"Sir!" he called out to Dumbledore, who looked at his face and immediately understood.

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Flashback TBC! -I'm thinking about doing a summary of the story so far, since it's becoming a bit long and you've probably forgotten stuff considering most people read many fanfics. YAY or NAY?

I really owe Enialedam for all the encouragement -thank you

*Dances around* Polaris started the prequel to Dangers in the Past! If you like this fic even a little, you will LOVE that story.

….And I'm goin' on vacation, so it might be a littlewhile to the next chapter.