A/N: Damn it! Why do I have to get a writer's block exactly when I have time to write? So, I know this is very, very small, but it is the best I was able to do… I'm so sorry.

Save-A-Broom-Ride-A-Chaser, Krazi Kelly, lovly elley, Fluffy Smarts and Princess Sofia: Thank you so much for the reviews, and I'd like to apologize again for the delay, especially for you guys!

On with the story:

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How could he have been so careless! So... God, there wasn't even a word to describe it! Charlie and Remus were an item, and now... Now, there it was. He betrayed Remus. His teacher, his friend, his mentor, his family! What could he do?

The previous night was possibly the second worst moment of Harry's life as he could remember (we all know what the first one was). When he arrived at the room he was just so damn tired. Tired of it all. Tired of his paradigm. Tired of life. In the very moment he laid in his bed he fell asleep. Only, of course, to wake up in the early morning. And to make matters worse, Charlie was sitting in Ron's bed, waiting for him to wake up. So after catching up with himself and a little berating session that we saw earlier, the gryffindor sat up and opened his eyes warily.

Charlie didn't keep him waiting. "Why did you ran off? Do you not like me and Remus being together?"

Harry sighed. "Not at all. You- I... Why, Charlie? Why did this have to happen?" Seeing the bewildered look on the red-head, he continued, "We had sex! You cheated on Remus with me! How- can he ever look at me again?" The raven-haired teen was by now shaking slightly.

Charlie looked a little relieved by Harry's statement. "I understand, Harry, but-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence because of an enraged Harry. "Excuse me? You understand? Did you actually just betrayed the last piece of family you have left? Remus was... almost like a father to me. And now I've lost him. So don't you dare..." The green-eyed youth took a sharp intake of breath, trying to control his feelings. Then he turned to Charlie and said, "Get out, Charlie! You're only making it worse."

The Weasley didn't have the courage to remain in the room when Harry just asked him to leave with that voice, so filled of misery. He also realized that there was only one person who could set this straight. He left and silently shut the door.

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Charlie was halfway out of the portrait hole when he ran into Dumbledore.

"Good morning, Charles," Dumbledore said gravely.

"Headmaster," Charlie acknowledge him with a nod.

"I'm afraid I have bad news. There was an attack on Manchester yesterday. A few people died. And Bill was injured," the old man said, worn.

The Weasley's eyes widened. "What? How?" He took a calming breath and asked, "Where is he?"

The headmaster looked at him pitifully. "We were able to arrange him a private room at St. Mungos. I can take you there," he added, already pulling something out of his pocket.

Charlie simply said, "Let's go" and grabbed the roll of gaze the old man produced.

Nodding, Dumbledore murmured "Portus" and they were on their way.

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The room where Bill was staying didn't transmit a good vibe, Charlie decided. Its hardwood floor was dark, and exuded a sweet smell. Brazilian rosewood, the Weasley concluded, having a friend whose wand was made of the material. The walls were painted in a dark red color that gave Charlie the creeps: it was the color of most dragon's blood. In the plain white ceiling there were very few candles, which was understandable, given the big window facing the door. It was, however, a rather small room, with a bed, an armchair that could clearly be turned into a bed, a couple of chairs and a table.

And, of course, a bed. Where his brother was lying right now. With a few steps, Charlie reached his side and quickly held Bill's hand. They were warm. Certainly a good sign. Suddenly, someone laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey dear. The healers said he's gonna be OK," Remus said, to quell his boyfriend's obvious distress.

"Thank Merlin!" Charlie answered relieved, burying his head on Remus's shoulder, and allowing a few relief tears to seep through his eyes.

"Shh," the lycanthrope soothed him. "All is well." God, but he missed having his Charlie in his arms!

The red-head sniffed. "I know." He moved his head from Remus's shoulder and brushed away the tears. "It's just... overwhelming, you know? You never think it's gonna happen to your family, and then..." he took a deep breath. "Well. It's over now."

Remus nodded tenderly. "Yes, it is."

They remained in silence for a few moments, drinking in each other's presence and warmth, Remus's head resting in Charlie's shoulder and Charlie's face buried in Remus's hair.

Eventually the Weasley said, "We need to talk," very gravely, so Remus was both curious and a bit worried.

"Of course. What's the matter?" he answered, giving an encouraging smile.

"It's about Harry. Fred and George-" he kept his mouth opened, not knowing how to explain. "Merlin, Remus, I'm so sorry. It shouldn't have happened. It should never have happened."

By now Remus worry had swelled considerably. "Just start at the beginning, love."

Charlie gave him a look full of sorrow before nodding. "Fred and George decided it would be funny to... to..." here he took an exasperated breath. "Well, to put a love potion in mine and Harry's drinks. We were feeling a bit off before we climbed up to our rooms at Diagon Alley, but we shrugged it. But then... I- I s'pose you can guess the rest."

Remus was literally staring at him with his mouth opened. But Charlie's miserable look brought him back. He quickly wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's chest and said, "Don't worry, dear. It was a love potion. It wasn't your fault. I might, however, have to kill your brothers," he added with a growl.

"My brothers aren't the issue right now. Harry is. When I told him we were together... he thinks you'll hate him now. I'm scared Remus. I only know Harry for a brief time, but he was so... I guess the word is desolated. You need to talk to him Remus."

The werewolf was now really worried. "Right away. Come with me?"

Charlie gave him a soft smile. "Of course. But who's staying with Bill?"

At that moment, at least for once, fate decided to help out, and Sirius came barging in.

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