The Storm
It was a stormy night above the Burrow. The whole household was asleep except for two. Beryl crept out of her bed and went over to her twin's and looked at the sleeping 5 year old who looked nothing like her.
"Ron!" she whispered, he didn't even budge. Her white face paled even more as a lightning flashed and thunder clashed. Her auburn hair clung to her sweat dampened forehead.
She was so afraid, she felt sick. Quickly, she fled to the downstairs bathroom. Clingin to the ceramic bowl, she heaved up all of last night's supper.
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The other sleepless person was Charlie, he too, could never sleep during such stormy nights. Both of their fears were linked, Charlie thought back to that evening nearly two years ago.
"Hurry up children! Astorm is on it's way. Bill, Charlie, never mind the gnomes dears. The rain will flood them. Percy, come read inside darling. Fred and George stop harassing Ron and come in here! Bring him with you." Molly was holding a two year old Ginny as she called for her children to come in. "Beryl, come now dear! Inside!"
The children made their way to the house quickly. The rain began as an older man came in, rain stained his robes.
"Arthur! Thank goodness, I thought you'd be stuck in the storm!"
"No,no. I made it in time. Ok now, head count!"
Arthur Weasley, the children's father, silently counted his children. His face soon furrowed in frustration.
"Where's Beryl?"
Soon the boys were all over the house calling her name, no answer came back. Lightning struck very near the house.
"Oh,no! My baby!" Cried Molly.
"Calm down dear, I'll go out and find her."
"I'll go too" stepped up an 18 year old Bill.
"Me too" said Charlie, who was 16 at the time.
"Alright boys, lets go. Percy, you look after your mother."
A much younger boy nodded. As they stepped outside their robes were flung about by a violent wind. Each went for a different direction. There were only 3 places Beryl could be: The shed, the Field or a tree where she particularly liked to dream.
Charlie went on to the tree. As he neared it, he saw it had been blown over by the wind. He ran over as his heart sunk. When he peered in between the tangle of braches, he saw a small shuddering form. It was whimpering softly.
"Beryl," he called in a gentle voice. " Beryl. It's okay now, honey. It's me, Charlie."
Her head lifted slowly to show a nasty gash across the side of her forehead and matt, fearful green eyes. She crawled over to her brothers open arms and clung to him. He gently lifted her and ran home.
All this time, Ron was sitting at the window crying and pounding on the glass. Screaming for his twin. She had never been in trouble alone, he thought, she must be so scared! Fred and George pitied Ron, they could only imagine what it'd be like to be separated under such conditions.
Molly jumped as a stocky silhouette appeared in the door. It was holding a small, skinny child.
"Beryl, my baby!" She quickly ran to Charlie and grabbed the shivering girl. " Oh, I'm so glad you're safe! Don't ever do that to me again! Your head! Oh my poor darling!"
As Molly went to take care of the little girl, Charlie sent sparks out of the door to signal Beryl's safety. Needless to say, they were all happy to have her home safe. Especially Ron, who now had his twin under his watchful gaze again.
Charlie figured he'd never sleep until he checked on his little sister. He went to her room, the bed was empty. A little startled he went down to see where she was. Turning the corner, he saw a little girl clinging to the toilet.
She was very pale and shook up. She clung to him like that night nearly two years ago. He sat down on the floor and rocked her gently.
What they never knew was that there was another suffering from insomnia that night. Molly crept down to make some tea. She noticed, in the bathroom, her second oldest son cradling her second youngest daughter. She then felt that all was right and went back to bed. In the morning, in the bathroom they found Charlie asleep with Beryl in his arms.
A/N: It was corny wasn't it? But it was nice, honest to goodness brotherly love. I promise the next story will be funnier and happier!