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"Fred. Fred!" Fred groaned, rubbing his eyes as his brother shook him quickly.

"Wha'?" he mumbled intelligently. "Is it time for school?"

"No, idiot." Fred faintly saw his twin's eyes roll in the dim light. "Charlie's up again. Want to go bust him?"

"Sure. I reckon we should have a little chat with him. Apparently the brain works best in the morning so we should get a message to sink in fairly quickly."

"Gred you are something of a genius."

"Why thank you Forge. Let's go lecture our brother."

The two made their way silently downstairs and sat themselves happily on the kitchen table, propping their long legs on chairs as they waited for their brother. Presently Charlie arrived, not noticing them as he was too preoccupied attempting not to trip over the cat.

Both twins frowned as Charlie wandered over to the window - rather than immediately putting his shoes on as he usually did - and let an owl in, one they didn't recognise. He greeted it in a soft voice before transferring it to the stand Errol was perched unsteadily on and crossing the room to put his shoes on.

George pulled out his wand and flicked it at the light. Charlie froze and both guys smirked.

"And where-" Fred began.

"-do you think-" George took up the sentence.

"-you're going?" The twins finished off together as their brother turned slowly to face them, a guilty smile on his face. Several minutes later Charlie was sitting at the table, looking up at them slightly nervously. Both twins grinned wickedly.

"So, how long have you been having these secret meetings with her?" George asked, not looking away from Charlie who shifted in discomfort.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled.

"Like hell you don't. As we've already said, we know you sneak out every night," Fred replied fairly loudly.

"And trust us, we know where you've been going."

"Do you two make a habit of stalking people?" Charlie asked with a scowl, his voice still full of sleep.

"Yes." Charlie's eyes widened and he looked at them questioningly. "That's a story for another night so shut up and listen to our lecture."

"Yes sir…" Charlie mumbled and the twin's looked at each other with resigned faces.

"Charlie, we were going to talk about this nicely."

"But you leave us no choice."

"What are you guys talking about?"

"Fred and I made the decision that we would discuss this as adults; in a calm and civilised manner but this back talk…"

"This cheek! It has forced us to change our minds."

"Charlie."

"Brother Charlie."

Charlie looked up nervously, somehow getting the feeling his brothers won't joking.

"You aren't allowed to go… there anymore Charlie."

And with those words, every single lock on the windows and doors flipped shut and metal shutters slammed down over Charlie's windows.

"Are. You. Kidding."

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Luna paced in agitation, not caring that her feet felt like blocks of ice and that her paints had frozen again. It was now nearly half past three and she was worried; he'd never been late before. Sure, he'd sometimes been a few minutes later than he said but not an hour. Never an hour.

She groaned and threw herself down onto the stone, where she curled her legs up to her chest and set her head on her knees. With a soft whimper she began to cry.

"Luna! Luna!" Ginny's voice carried through the trees to Luna's hiding place. "Luna, where are you? It's tea time."

Luna smiled to herself, just a slight smile but it was enough to light up the face of the five year old. She knew this was just one of Ginny's tricks, so she would come out of the trees and Ginny would win, like she always did.

But not this time, this time Luna was determined not to lose.

"Luna?" Ginny shouted again, then Luna heard her sigh loudly and walk away. The smile on her face grew with satisfaction.

The leaves on the tree rustled as Luna adjusted herself until she was comfortable. She shivered slightly, wondering when it had started to get colder. A close look at the leaves told her autumn was coming in full force.

There was a shout of laughter from below and Luna jumped, looking down to see four of the Weasley brothers; Bill, Charlie, Fred and George. Bill and Charlie were slightly ahead, talking about what they were going to do at Hogwarts this year. It was August 24th 1986, two days after Percy's 10th birthday, and they were going back to school the following Monday.

Fred and George were attempting to keep up but the legs of the eight year olds couldn't keep up with those of their older brothers.

"Charlie, will you be on the Quidditch team again this year?" one of them asked in an attempt to be included in the conversation.

"I have no idea George, I won't find out until I get back to school," Charlie replied with a chuckle and Luna frowned, silently questioning how he could tell them apart.

"Of course he will be," Bill's deep voice made Luna's eyes go wide. She hadn't heard him speak in a long time, and last time his voice had been high and squeaky. "He just kicked all our arses back there, didn't he?"

"Whatever Mr Prefect," Fred, was it Fred?, piped up. "He didn't beat me or George, you're just sore you couldn't save one thing he put past you."

"Ouch. Bill, you just got burned by an eight year old," Charlie laughed and the boys moved away, Bill shoving Charlie playfully.

Luna sighed and fidgeted again until she was happy with how she was sitting. Her young mind started coming up with fun things for her to think about and she drifted into an imaginary world.

A couple of hours later a flash of long red hair flew into the kitchen, nearly knocking over Ron who was following his mother closely, wanting food. All the other members of the Weasley family, minus Arthur, were gathered around the table bantering in the way that brothers do. Percy scowled at the noise and disappeared upstairs with his book.

"Oi, watch it!" Ron cried, frowning at his younger sister as his mother fussed over him, asking if he'd bumped his head or scraped his knee. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Hello! We have more important things to worry about than that idiot!" Ginny's outburst caused a unanimous laugh from the table and Ron, having been abandoned, sighed and went to heckle Percy.

"What's wrong dear?" Molly asked absently, turning to make sure the soup wasn't bubbling over.

"Luna is missing!" Ginny babbled. "We were playing hide and seek and I tried to trick her to come out by saying it was tea time but she didn't come, for once, and so I kept looking and I've been looking for a couple of hours and now it actually is tea time and I don't know where she is!" The babbles turned into hysterical little wails and all the boys frowned in confusion, trying to make out what was distressing their little sister so much.

"Ginny, Ginny, shush now dear," Molly said comfortingly, bending down to her daughter's level and wiping away a stray tear. "I'm sure she hasn't gone far but we'll find her. Oh sweetheart, you're freezing. Go and sit by the fire and I'll send your brothers out to look for her."

Sniffling, Ginny obeyed her mother and sat before the fire, holding her hands out to warm them as the cat climbed into her lap, purring happily.

"Charlie, Bill, come with me to look for Luna. Fred, George, stay here and don't upset your sister. When your father gets here, tell him where we'll be."

"Okay," the twins chorused, then looked at each other before looking back at their mother. "But where will you be?"

"Excellent point boys," Bill said, walking over to his sister and squatting down beside her. "Ginny, where were you playing?"

"In the orchard," Ginny mumbled, hiding her face. Bill nodded, ruffled her hair and stood up to follow his mother and Charlie into the orchard.

Molly Weasley strode through the trees, glancing anxiously into the lower branches of each one and at the ground surrounding the trunks. Luna was such a tiny thing, far too small to be outside by herself at this time. The poor thing was probably terrified out of her wits. Why children felt the need to play games where they hid for fun was beyond her. It just led to confusion and upset later.

What Xenophilius and Anita would think was beyond her, she'd promised to take care of Luna and now she'd gone and lost their child.

Charlie sighed softly, picking his way through the orchard. He didn't make a habit of concerning himself with his sister and her friends but he had a soft spot for Luna. She was just so small and she always looked so lost. Sometimes he just wanted to swathe her in bubble wrap and not let her do anything that could cause her harm.

Suddenly there was a slight thump to his left. Charlie froze, listening hard to see if he'd just imagined it. A small rustle told him he hadn't and he started to walk towards the sounds. Soft whimpers started coming through the trees and he walked faster.

Luna was curled up on the ground, lips puckered as she frowned at her leg. Charlie stopped, not sure what to do, and his brows creased in concern as Luna attempted to stand up but failed, plopping back to the ground with a thump and a rustle, letting out a small whimper. However this whimper turned into a wail and tears started to roll down the little girl's face.

At this, Charlie started to move forwards again until he reached Luna's side. She looked up, eyes wide with panic until she realised who it was. He crouched down and looked at her leg which was at a strange angle.

"What happened?" he asked softly and Luna burst into tears. "Hey, hey. It's alright. Calm down, Luna."

"P-p-p-playing hide and s-s-seek and I f-f-ell outta the tree," she wailed and he sighed before scooping her up into his arms. She was as light as a feather.

"Don't worry," he said as brightly as he could manage. "We'll get you inside and Mum'll have you fixed in a minute."

Luna smiled to herself, remembering back when everything was so easy and they could all be friends without any judgements. Then she sighed. She missed those times so much.