Fred rolled over fitfully. George watched as his brother had a nightmare. He knew better than to wake him. He would often be disoriented. Trying to fight a nonexistent enemy. He felt helpless watching his brother toss and turn. Potions did nothing to help.

"Easy Forge. Thing of happy things. Being home at the burrow, Charlie and Bill are there. Mum and dad are laughing, Gin's starting to you magic. Perc isn't being a prat... We've just pranked Aunt Tessy turning her hair green."

Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts.

"And Ronnie's there too. He's with mum and dad. And Gin. He's laughing with us. He wants to live at the burrow with us."

George didn't know if he grew tired of tossing and turning, or the right thing had been said, as Fred calmed down, his face relaxing.

It was hard being the big brother.

Percy looked over the school points. Ron had been in the third floor corridor. Five points were deducted there. He felt disappointed. Not so much in Ron, but in himself. He was a prefect. And Ron was a Muggle raised (when did he start thinking of him like that?) first year wizard. He should have made sure that no one was even near the place. The fact one had entered reflected poorly on himself.

A sour taste was in his mouth thinking of how badly it could have ended with him being killed. He felt angry that the door to such a dangerous room was unlocked. He was curious as to why there was a Cerberus in the school. He was confused. And he didn't like it one bit. He moved his warm covers off his body and placed his feet inside his worn slippers so he wouldn't walk on the icy stone floors of the castle. Perhaps some patrolling of the halls would clear his mind. And if he happened to run into a certain professor then who was he not to speak to him?

With this in mind, he left the Gryffindor common room and began walking the empty halls of Hogwarts with a purpose known only to him. He stepped lightly as to avoid alerting Mrs. Norris of his presence. The last thing he needed was unwanted time with Mr. Filch. He spent an hour looking about the quiet castle at sleeping painting and still suits of armor, even the stair cases were still, creating a bizarre sense of beauty he could only describe as charmingly muggle.

It was a side of the castle he had never truly seen before. Nor could he really appreciate it with his mind set on one thing.

"Evening Professor."

Back at the Burrow Ginnie herself was up late writing a letter to her brothers at Hogwarts. They had promised to write to her but so far there had only been a few vague letters from Percy and a few letters from teachers telling tales of how Fred and George did one thing or another. She didn't understand why they were so upset. They acted the same way at home.

It was all in good fun. Still, she wondered why her brothers weren't writing to her. They did write every week last year. And they said they'd write as often as they could this year. Was third year really that busy?

She hoped so, or they would have to face her Bat-bogey hex. (Let it be known that she was never allowed near a wand when she had learned of that particular hex. She even scared Percy with her uncanny ability.)

Bill sat down after a long day of curse breaking. He knew that curses were popular but this was ridiculous. He wasn't getting paid enough for this. Still, it was an enjoyable job so that made it more tolerable. He yawned eying a stack of letters from the week he had yet to open. Pulling out his wand, he levitated them to him. He began going through the junk mail, tossing it into a bin, read letters from the Burrow with messages from mum, dad, and Ginnie. A small message from Percy that seemed a tad rushed for the perfectionist of the family. A letter from Fred and George asking about removing mind curses... Weird but strangely normal. And finally, Charlie's letter. Charlie wrote a letter.

If that wasn't bizarre in and of itself, it was sealed with the Hogwarts emblem. What the hell was Charlie doing in Hogwarts? Last he heard, he was off in Romania chasing dragons. When had he gotten back to Hogwarts? Hell, why was he back in Hogwarts? Why hadn't it been mentioned in anyone else's letters?

His Weasley curiosity overtook him as he opened the letter carefully. His eyes fell on each word carefully. There was really no other way to read Charlies writing. He really wished his brother would have just used more parchment than write so incredibly tiny. He had to grab one of his magnifying glasses just to read the darn thing. He did get the main point though.

Between the lines of how he had learned about different laws pertaining to the rights of magical creatures, he had let on that he was an assistant professor at Hogwarts, had met up with the twins and a lesser extent Percy for his inability to get into trouble, and was looking for information on a red haired first year named Ron. Ron Weasley according to his letter.

He reread the parchment. No, that is what it said. Charlie was asking for any sort of family records or blood identification spells. Well, rituals.

He frowned to himself thinking back so many years ago to what was his mother's last pregnancy carrying a boy. It was a smooth war filled pregnancy. He recalled his mother's short temper, her craving for chicken, and her coming home crying.

He groaned, leaning back in his chair. They said Ron had died. Their nurse, and the baby she had, died. But was it possible he was still alive? Harry Potter survived the killing curse. No one had actually seen his brother die. Was it possible he was still alive? He couldn't help but think of the eleven birthdays and Christmases he had to make up for the lack of presents. He bit his lip with uncertainty. He technically did have a request that was sent to Gringotts to investigate if the Defense Against the Dark Arts position was really cursed. With this in mind, he went to see his boss on the sight.

Derp-a-derp. Chapter. And now Bill is involved.

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