It was a month after Harry had miscarried and he was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling. Charlie entered the room.
'Harry, are you okay?' asked Charlie softly.
'Fine,' said Harry bleakly.
Charlie sighed he was getting really worried about Harry. Charlie had to practically force feed Harry to get him to eat. Harry rarely talked or left the house, or even his bed. He was supposed to be starting work last week but hadn't felt up to it. Minerva had spoken to him about it; Harry as the new Defence teacher and Charlie as the Transfiguration teacher. Ever since they had come out the two young men had lived together. Charlie decided he was going to talk to Poppy about it today.
'Charlie,' smiled the motherly matron. 'How are you?'
'Worried about Harry,' admitted Charlie.
Poppy frowned, 'what's wrong with him?' she asked.
'He barely gets out of bed, barely eating, barely talking, he just sits in his pyjamas looking at the wall all day, I have to remind him to eat, drink, wash and go to the toilet.'
'That sounds like depression is there anything that could have caused this?' asked Poppy.
Charlie nodded, 'he miscarried.'
'Has he talked about it?' asked the matron.
Charlie thought about it, 'not really he shouted and cried then was put in a sleep.'
'Meaning the feelings were shut off before they were dealt with,' sighed the Healer.
'How do we help him?' asked Charlie.
'Get him talk about it,' said Madam Pomfrey. 'Make him see these accidents-'
'It wasn't an accident,' said Charlie with bitterness. 'My brother,' he said with bitterness, 'freaked when we told everyone we were together and he hit Harry … and … and …'
'And Harry miscarried,' said Poppy gently. 'You haven't dealt with it properly either.'
'My brother killed my child,' stressed Charlie. 'And I've been trying to help Harry through it all…. I can't loose both of them,' Charlie said after a pause.
'Harry has to move on he has to feel like he's in control of his own life,' Poppy said, 'if it was anyone else I'd suggest taking Ron to court but as he's your brother then…' she trailed off.
Charlie left with thoughts on his mind and literally walked into Snape.
'Weasley,' said Snape looking very much undignified on the floor.
'Sorry,' Charlie pulled the older man up. 'I was worried about Harry,' Charlie sighed. 'He's been slipping further and further into a depression since…'
Charlie trailed off but then found himself spilling everything to the Potions Master.
'So what do you think I should to do?' he finally asked.
Snape sighed, 'I can't tell you what to do one way or another but remember if this is what Harry needs then you have to make the decision between Harry and your brother.'
Charlie walked off deep in thought.
ANY THOUGHTS ON WHAT CHARLIE SHOULD DO?