This chapter was written by Wolf.

Warnings: mentions of blood, character death, fear.
Disclaimer: Neither I nor Queen own Harry Potter. We collectively own the plot and Storm is a creation of my mind, so please don't steal them.

Thanks for everyone who's been reading and waiting patiently. This chapter is a flash back to what happened to Charlie. Please read, and perhaps review? Cheers, my lovelies!

Chapter 3
Flashback!

Storm watched warily, eying the dragon distrustfully. Leave it to Draco – the prat – to request a meeting here of all places! A dragon keep, a place where Storm's deadliest predator was kept. His wings, a stunning crimson, flexed about him – invisible to the eyes of the closed-minded. To humans, Storm was known as an angel, but to educated wizards, Storm was known as amháin le sciatháin: one with wings.

The dragon's irate screech startled Storm, causing him to tense even more. He cursed Draco's name, pausing in his descent of the crags above the dragon's hissing form. He likened the scaly beast to the foul decay of rotting human flesh. Both were entirely undesirable.

"Relax, Harry, I'll be fine."

The voice wasn't familiar to him, nor was the name that passed the owner's lips. Storm stilled, cloaking himself, wondering if he'd gone to the wrong location. A flash of blond hair caught his eye, and Storm heaved a sigh of relief. He hadn't risked his life for nothing, then.

"Really, Harry, it's Charlie's job to work with these things."

Storm resumed his descent, paling when he realized he'd made an error. He was at the back of the cave…the horntail separating him from his old friend. A distressed noise escaped his throat as he backed against the rocks. His eyes, a dazzling turquoise encircled with a magenta ring, held a look of pure fright.

The dragon seemed to sense Storm's presence, for the beast growled and reared backwards, blowing flames at the ceiling of the cave. The wizards in the front cried out in shock, and Storm worried that the dragon would harm them.

A horrendous screech echoed off the rocks, followed by the frightened cry of Storm. His pale flesh grew paler, his crimson wings flaring and wrapping around his body protectively. The dragon growled and twisted, seeking the source of his reeling senses. His eyes caught sight of Storm, and he inhaled deeply. The scent of prey filled his nose, and he prepared to exhale the flames that would kill this invader of his home.

"Charlie, control that blasted thing!" Draco cried, his eyes catching sight of the crimson feathers.

The dragon trainer obeyed, though not because the blond had ordered him to. He had also caught sight of the crimson feathers, though he didn't know why an amháin le sciatháin would be in the cave. They didn't make it a habit to live in such uncivilized places; they very much preferred to live in houses.

Storm's panic overwhelmed him, but not before he heard his friend crying out. He glanced through his vermilion feathers, catching sight of a wizard with unruly raven locks. His defenses locked in place, and his eyes caught the fright barely concealed within emerald orbs. Storm felt his wings stretch out, exposing himself to the dragon. He'd gladly burn if it meant the fear would disappear from those beautiful eyes.

The dragon paid Storm no mind, though, and a mere moment later the cave was filled with the horrified screams of the wizards. Storm screamed as well, watching as blood spurted from the dragon's mouth. Storm once again cursed Draco's name, though he knew that Draco had not know what would happen.

Really, Storm told himself after he'd fled the cave, it was my own fault for going into the cave in the first place. I could've met Draco outside the damned cave, far away from that creature…

Thunder crashed as rain fell in harsh, icy sheets. Storm shuddered and sought shelter in an unoccupied cavern a few miles from the cave. He would try to contact Draco when he reached civilization, a wizarding community specifically, but until then Storm would hide out. He couldn't be sure if that damnable dragon had escaped. As he listened to the thunder, Storm couldn't put the emerald eyes from his mind.