(A/N: Written by Katie! This is my second HP story I hope you like it. I know the first chapter is short but the future chapters will be longer. Tell me what you think so far!

Chapter One

She knelt down on her knees in the middle of the floor, waiting for her master to give his orders. Instead of her usual tattered rags, he had sent her a dress to wear. She didn't understand the kind gesture but she knew she would soon find out. She waited quietly, for 15 minutes before she realized she wasn't alone.

"Ah, my little one, you look lovely." She heard a voice hiss from the shadows.

She rolled her eyes at the comment. She knew she wasn't little and hadn't been for a long time…..or at least it felt long. She wasn't exactly sure how long she had been here.

"I have a new task for you, my little flower." He continued.

'New? Could it possibly involve something other than a bed?' she thought

"Indeed." He hissed. She cringed, she should know better than to let her thoughts wonder where he could read them. He stood behind her, letting his hand caress her long tresses. "I'm sending you back."

"Back?" she turned her head "What do you—?"

"Silence, girl!" he snapped.

She turned back and clenched her teeth together.

"Now, I'll explain the whole plan to you. But if you fail me, or try to run, you will suffer a fate much worse than death….."

Harry Potter entered the Burrow with Bill Weasley. He had picked him up from the Dursley's so he could spend the rest of the summer at the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley was there to greet them in the kitchen and Ron and Ginny were sitting at the table. "Hiya Harry!" they greeted.

"Have a seat, Harry dear." Molly Weasley said kindly and stepped outside into the garden.

"What's up Ron." Harry asked, pulling a seat next to him.

"Not much…..Charlie was supposed to come home for a visit. But something came up, he's staying in Romania longer."

Ginny stood up and ran upstairs without saying a word.

"Is she ok?" Harry asked.

"She's been waiting for Charlie to come home for the longest time. She was really upset when he sent an owl saying he couldn't come. I wasn't real happy with it either." Ron explained.

"What's wrong that he couldn't come back?"

Ron shrugged his shoulders, but Harry noticed Bill stiffen. He poured himself some tea and went upstairs. Harry turned to Ron.

"Charlie's owl has got all of us down. Don't worry about it."

Bill went upstairs to the room he used to share with Charlie when they were younger. It looked very cleaned and organized, probably because Percy joined them when he was four, Charlie was two. Ever since Percy was small he was always organized. Even though only three kids stayed in this room at a time, there was a forth bed…..in the corner. Bill walked over and sat down on it. This bed hadn't been slept in for years. Ron had asked many times who it belonged too. Ginny often did too. Their mom wouldn't explain it to them and their father didn't want to upset her.

Bill reached under the bed and pulled out a box. It was very dusty, as was everything in it. He pulled out a photo. Using his sleeve he rubbed off the dust from the glass. It was a black and white photo that had been colored in certain places. A little boy of three years smiled and waved. Bill smiled back and rubbed and finished wiping the glass clean. Another boy smiled up at him, he was about a year old. This was Charlie. Sitting next to him, was a little girl. She looked up at Bill with sparkling green eyes. A tear ran down his cheek. He understood why Charlie didn't want to come home.

(A/N: Please review and tell me if I should continue!)