Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
AN: I've got a migraine coming on so forgive me if I've gotten this all wrong. :(
Young Charlie flipped listlessly through the old book. Bill had gone to Hogwarts this year and Charlie was beyond bored. The only one left to play with was Percy and Percy never wanted to play.
His Mum had finally gotten fed up with his fidgeting and made him sit in the chair, giving him a book to occupy him.
He flipped though the book, page by page but not really seeing what was on them until movement from the book caught his attention.
When he saw what was on the page his eyes widened and he let out a gasp. He'd heard of them. What child hadn't? They were in almost every bedtime story but he'd never seen one before, unless it was a dull, black and white sketch. This was something even better. A true photograph.
Charlie felt awe as he watched the dragon on the page sleep, smoking swirling gently from his nose at every exhale.
Fin