Ron didn't know where his large feet had touched down. One minute he was sitting quietly in the Burrow, next he was fighting his family, then he had grabbed Percy's arm. Ron opened his crystal blue eyes, what a beautiful place!

A quaint little cottage stood on a grassy cliff, which looked out onto a clear-blue sea. The white horses were gently crashing against grey boulders below.

The sun was just starting to hide away from the world. The sky was now painted fiery oranges and passionate reds, the colours that reminded Ron of his eldest brothers.

When Ron came out of his daze he saw both brothers had walked towards a quaint little cottage. Slytherin green ivy had crawled its way around the red door frame, the brick work was a tad faded but it gave the cottage a loved look and the roof wasn't tiled but thatched, giving off a medieval look. Ron didn't mind that it looked old or that it looked a bit loved; it was stunning and grand.

But whose place was this?

'Come on. You wanna get the sea view right?' laughed Bill, he seemed so happy even in light of what had just happened a few seconds ago. He sounded free.

The trunks were levitated to the door step.

'Now, would like to do the honours, my tall brother?' Percy asked, holding out a shiny silver key to Ron.

'Wait, whose house is this?' Questioned Ron. Both Bill and Percy laughed, Ron didn't see the joke.

'Ours, you plonker,' laughed Percy, Ron started to wonder if he was a bit slow. Still seeing Ron confused face, Bill decided to elaborate.

'Percy knew a promotion could be coming his way, and being the smart arse that he is knew Molly and Arthur wouldn't like it one bit.' Ron mentally noticed that Bill wasn't calling them "Mum and Dad" any more, instead he called them by their first names. 'So he confided in me and we brought this place, with the help of Charlie, of course,' So Charlie was on their side too. Good. Ron loved Charlie to pieces.

'Oh, I understand now. Thanks.'

'No need to thank me. Now open this god damn door before I kick it down,' Ron chuckled and took the key from Percy's hand. Slowly he turned the key in the lock and pushed open the door.

Beautiful.

To the left of Ron was a cosy, but not cramped, living room. Two cream sofas were placed on the two longer walls and on the shortest wall was a neat little fireplace. Also a glass coffee table was at the centre of the room.

On Ron's right there was a corridor, leading to a kitchen, just the right size for the four brothers who would eventually be living here, and a narrow set of stairs leading up.

'Right, lead upwards Ron.' There is just one problem with Ron living in a cottage, the upstairs ceiling are low. Percy and Bill would try and hold back there laugh every time Ron banged his head on a door frame. They were lucky, in a sense, to not be tall for they were the right height or just under the right height, to walk around comfortably upstairs.

Upstairs where five rooms and a tiny toilet. A small bathroom equipped with a small bath, shower and sink, but that didn't matter they would never spend that much time in there anyway. The four bedrooms were single rooms; each had a wardrobe, bed-side cabinet and a bed.

Percy and Bill chose bedrooms either end of the short corridor and Ron chose a bedroom, which overlooked the sea and looked into a mysterious forest. As Charlie wasn't there to chose a room, he got the smallest room. That night the Ron, Percy and Bill sat down with a cup of coca and just, talked about stuff. About school, friends, work and countless other things; they hadn't talked this well in years. Maybe something good would become of this break-up, but deep down each brother knew that hard times would come ahead.

Back at the Burrow

Molly cried herself to sleep that night. She had lost three sons and with a heavy broken heart she knew that Charlie would join them, for his loyalty to them was much stronger than it was to her and Arthur. What would happen next? What would everyone else say and think? Would Bill, Charlie, Percy and Ron wish to take things further?

Arthur tried to comfort his wife that night, but he knew it was useless. What could he do? She had lost three sons, so had he; but Arthur knew that she was more emotionally attached to them and he had never really gotten on well with Ron so even though he didn't like to admit it. To him he had only lost two sons that night, Charlie would make it three.

Ginny slept fine that night, she had never really gotten on well with the oldest three brothers, there was too much of an age gap for her. She also thought that her own age and Ron's were two close, so she didn't get on at the best of times with him. Her favourite brothers were the twins and they definitely weren't going anywhere.

The twins didn't know what to think. They hadn't really ever bonded with the eldest siblings; they still disliked them for what they had done to Ron, therefore they didn't really care that they had left, they probably wouldn't have noticed if they had done it quietly. But Ron was the one keeping them awake, he had silently forgiven them, for that they loved him greatly. He would always listen, but would never tell a soul he had. He would listen to them even after they had ignored him or laughed at him. It had hurt them so much when he had spoken in such a harsh tone to them. Now they didn't know whether they should try and speak to him, or push him away from them completely, as he had insulted their family. The twins were stuck.