Chapter eight

A month after the Hogwarts memorial, Harry received a letter from the minister for magic, asking for Harry to go into the ministry for a meeting. Harry never bothered answering, just ripped up the letter and threw it into the fireplace.

'What was that you're burning, not a letter from another lover I hope?'

Harry laughed, 'I might leave you wondering about that Charlie.'

'You would too, but I know you my love, so who was that from, my brother and his girlfriend?'

'Nope, the minister for magic, he wanted some type of meeting, but he doesn't deserve an answer.'

'Good, not after the way they treated us. But I'm off to help mum.'

'Say hi and ask her if she has any ideas on what I can do?'

'You'll work it out babe, give it some more time and I'm sure something will occur to you. So what are you going to do while I'm gone?'

'I might go for a ride, or a fly, don't know.'

'You could always come to the Burrow, give me a hand with the rooms mum wants changed.'

'No, if I see them I'll end up drinking. You go love, I'll be fine.'

'You don't sound fine, so I might skip helping today.'

Harry gave Charlie a small smile as he slipped his arms around his waist, 'I love that your protective of me and you worry, but really, I'm okay. Spirit and I will have a good time while you're gone and I already promised you that I won't try to kill myself again, so go.'

Charlie stared down at Harry for a minute, 'Alright, but if you want me, I will come straight home.'

'I know, so kiss me and go or I'll take you back to the bedroom for some more fucking.'

Charlie laughed, 'I would love some more fucking, but later,' Charlie kissed Harry then rubbed Spirits ears, 'Keep him safe Spirit,' Charlie gave Harry another look then left.

'He worries too much Spirit,' Harry knelt down and put his arm around the large wolf's neck, 'So do you, I can always tell when you're going to stay with me no matter what I do, you get this look in your eyes. So how about we take Padfoot out, come on,' Harry and Spirit left the house and headed down to the stables.

Charlie stepped into the kitchen of the Burrow, saw Ron and Hermione sitting together, but he ignored them and hugged his mother.

'I'm going to leave a couple of times today mum, but I'll get the work done.'

'It's fine Charlie, but why do you have to leave?'

'Harry, just the way he sounded this morning, I want to keep an eye on him.'

'Alright, I understand that, after last time.'

'He got some letter from the minister this morning, they wanted some meeting, Harry tore it up and threw it in the fireplace.'

'He should be ashamed asking Harry for anything and how many times does Harry have to tell him he will not support the ministry. If we didn't need the money, your father wouldn't be there now.'

'Harry did offer mum.'

'I know, but we won't take Harry's money. If it was for something where we could pay it back, then fine, but we couldn't, so no.'

'You know what did occur to me mum, something you are great at and you have time now that all of us are adults. Harry could fund it, then when you're making money, pay him back.'

'What occurred to you?'

'Well, you're a great cook, with anything. You could open your own place. Everyone that has ever eaten here all say the same thing, you're the best cook around.'

'I do enjoy cooking and people today are so busy, they don't get proper meals. More so now as the adults all work, not a lot of mothers stay home like I did, they like to work.'

'Yeah, they do, so why not think about it, talk it over with dad because I think you'd do great and Harry keeps saying he wants to help with things, he'd love to with this. Now I'm going upstairs, get this first room finished. Hey, I just thought of a name, dragon's delight.'

Molly laughed, 'You and your dragons Charlie.'

Charlie laughed then went upstairs with a smile knowing this is something his mother could do, his father could also be involved and it would get his father out of the ministry.

'He never even said hello,' Ron said quietly to Hermione.

'No he didn't, which isn't like Charlie at all. Why would he be angry with you, or us?'

'Because you two don't deserve even a hello, now there is something I want to tell you. You have two months to find somewhere to live.'

'Why can't we stay here, it's my home?'

'You don't contribute to anything, you don't work, all you do is sit around all day. So you've been told, you might as well start working out where you're going to go and how to pay for it. Unless you speak with Muriel, ask her if you can live there,' Molly turned away from her youngest son and headed into her laundry.

'It's like everyone wants nothing to do with us anymore.'

'Can you blame us, you're both arseholes,' Ginny said then walked past and she followed her mother, 'Charlie told me his idea mum, I think it would be great. We go out to eat sometimes, but the food is nowhere as good as yours. You know I'd help you out if I could.'

'I'll discuss it with your father then decide, but you are going to be late for practice.'

'Gwenog said we could come in a little later today, she had a few things to do,' Ginny kissed her mother's cheek then went back into the kitchen, grabbed her quidditch bag and left, ignoring Hermione and Ron who were still sitting together at the table, talking quietly. Everyone has told those two why no one wants anything to do with them, but they still don't seem to be listening.