Charlie took out his broom and decided to fly around the field where he practiced Quidditch as a kid. He felt the sun on his face as he flew around it in circles. He remembered playing with Bill and the twins and, when Bill was off at Hogwarts, Ron. He always loved playing Quidditch.

He remembered when he and Bill had first decided to let the twins play with them. To make the teams even, he and Fred played against Bill and George. Fred kept insisting that he was hogging the Quaffle. Fred was right. At the age of six, Fred was a terrible Quidditch Player, and Charlie decided he would take on Bill and George himself.

Charlie should have left for Romania three days ago. He had a job, he had to remind himself, a job that he needed. His family had gained some money now that Dad had been promoted, but they couldn't support Charlie for too long. Charlie needed to go out and earn money for himself, but he couldn't bring himself to leave.

Leaving this time was different than any other time. Leaving felt more like abandoning. If he left, what would he miss? Would another one die? Of course not, he told himself, the war was over now, but still he wanted to stay and make sure.

I can't leave them like this he told himself. In times of mourning like this, it was important to keep families together. I can't leave them, and I especially can't go as far away as Romania.

But you can't stay forever a voice in his head argued back. You have friends in Romania, you have a job, you have a life.

But I'm needed here he thought back to the voice.

He heard noises inside the house. Mum was making dinner for them all. Hermione was back, so they were going to eat outside again.

"Charlie!" Mum shouted, "Could you help set up tables?"

Charlie landed on the ground and dismounted. He hurried to put his broomstick in the shed before he ran towards the house to help. The wind blew in his face and made him go slower.

You won't be gone forever the voice told him again, You'll still be a part of the family, you just will have a life of your own as well. You won't forget him.

Charlie shook his head. This was one of his fears, that if he moved on with his life and went back to Romania, he would forget about his dear brother. If he wasn't crying every day and watching his family cry around him, he might forget that his brother was dead.

Charlie silently set up the tables and put utensils out for everyone. Bill was at Shell Cottage, so Ron came to help him.

"I got a job," Ron told him. Charlie looked up at his youngest brother.

"That's great. Auror office?" he asked. Ron nodded. Harry would be starting soon as well, they both knew. "When do you start?"

"Next week." Ron told him, "Harry and I, we're going to be moving to Grimmauld place. It's in London, so it's closer to the Ministry, and it's not like we'll have to pay rent."

Charlie nodded. So his little brother was leaving the house. Dad and Percy had already started working again, and Hermione and Ginny would be leaving for school in the fall. Even George would have to open up shop again soon, or else he would have to sell it.

The wind blew over him again, and in a moment, all his doubts had been pushed aside, and he knew what he had to do. "Yeah, that's great." He said to Ron. "I'll be leaving for Romania soon. Probably within the next couple of days."

Ron nodded as if he had been expecting this. "Great," he said, "It's good to get some free air, even if it's a little charred by dragon fire." Ron gave his elder brother a half smile. Charlie found himself returning it.

Thanks, Fred.