Charlie didn't know what to do. He knew his family, even if they weren't happy with Ron right now, wouldn't be thrilled that he was considering taking Ron to court but on the other hand he couldn't keep things going like this. He looked at Harry who was sleeping on his chest. The younger man was way too skinny and was stirring restlessly tears beneath his eyes. The Boy Who Lived was fast slipping into a depression and Charlie didn't know if he could catch him.
'Oh Harry, what am I going to do,' he sighed.
A few days later he had decided to talk to someone not connected with the Weasley, someone who he trusted as a friend. That was why he found himself on his knees by their fireplace talking to the overseer at the Romanian Dragon Reserve, Cornel Vaduva.
'Hey, Cory, you wouldn't mind talking for a minute,' Charlie asked.
'Of course, Charlie, what is the madder?' asked the Romanian.
Charlie sighed and explained the situation.
'I know you do not want hurt little brother. But if you want your Harry well again, you'll have to. If it were my Rodica I'd do anything to protect her,' proclaims Cory.
'But you are an only child,' Charlie reminded his friend.
Cory shrugged, 'true.'
Charlie said goodbye and went back to make Harry something that he would hopefully eat. The ex-dragon handler just hoped his family wouldn't kill him too much.