Charlie Weasley had always been an adventurous soul, even as a young boy. While his older brother Bill and his younger brother Percy were often found at home, helping with chores and responsibilities, Charlie found solace and joy in the great outdoors, particularly in the garden of the Burrow, his family's home.

Whenever Charlie gazed up at the sky, he couldn't help but dream of distant lands and faraway adventures. Don't get him wrong; he loved his family dearly, but the idea of a future tied to the Ministry of Magic filled him with a sense of unease. The thought of being cooped up in formal suits and office work was suffocating. He craved freedom and a life beyond the constraints of a desk.

From the time he was in his third year at Hogwarts, Charlie's favorite subject had been Care of Magical Creatures. It allowed him to be outdoors, closer to nature and magical beings. In his fourth year, while searching for the elusive dragonologist Jacob's sister in the Forest Vault, he came across a breathtaking portrait of a dragon. It was then that he fell head over heels in love with these majestic creatures.

To Charlie, his fascination with dragons was a natural extension of his love for magical creatures. He also adored Quidditch and the exhilaration of flying through the air. Dragons, after all, were the embodiment of both his passions—they were creatures of magic that could soar through the skies. Charlie was unwavering in his determination to dedicate his life to these awe-inspiring beasts.

When he finally mustered the courage to share his dreams with his parents, his mother, Molly Weasley, was furious. She couldn't fathom the idea of her adventurous son heading off to Romania to work with dragons, feeling he was venturing too far from home. Her maternal worries for his safety were evident. In response, Charlie reassured his mother, promising to send her letters and photographs from the dragon reserve in Romania. He even pledged to visit her whenever he could. With that, Charlie embarked on the adventure of a lifetime, leaving home to follow his dragon-filled dreams.

Charlie spent five remarkable years in Romania, working closely with dragons and deepening his knowledge and love for these incredible creatures. It was during this time that a letter arrived from Igor Karkarov, offering him a job at Durmstrang Institute. Charlie had heard numerous stories about Durmstrang, a school known for its rigorous and unique approach to magical education, particularly in the dark arts.

His curiosity piqued by his Romanian colleagues' tales of Durmstrang, Charlie accepted the offer without hesitation. He was eager to experience everything they had raved about, especially the famed War Games. Although initially horrified at the thought of student duels, his friends assured him that these contests were closely supervised, and the use of Unforgivable Curses was strictly prohibited. Disputes between students were even resolved through duels, which intrigued Charlie immensely.

As a parting gift, his reserve teammates presented him with a staff adorned with a golden dragon head, symbolizing his passion for dragons and his adventurous spirit. Armed with this token of his past and boundless curiosity for his future, Charlie set off for Durmstrang.

Upon his arrival, he was immediately struck by the dramatic change in temperature compared to the scorching heat of Romania. But Charlie was undeterred. He was ready for a new chapter, eager to immerse himself in the world of Durmstrang and the mysteries of its War Games, even as he longed for the familiar smell of charred dragon meat that had become a comforting part of his life in Romania.

Charlie, having left all his belongings in his chambers, made his way to Igor Karkaroff's office with a sense of anticipation. He had yet to learn the specifics of his new position at Durmstrang. With a light knock, he entered the room.

Igor Karkaroff rose from his desk and extended a hand in greeting, shaking Charlie's hand firmly. "Good to see you, Mr Weasley. How are you finding your accommodations?" he inquired.

Charlie offered a warm smile. "They're quite comfortable, thank you," he replied, taking in the austere yet functional furnishings.

Igor nodded in approval, gesturing for Charlie to take a seat. As Charlie settled into the chair, Igor leaned forward and inquired, "Do you have any idea why I've called you here today?"

Charlie, feeling a touch of nervous excitement, scratched his neck and replied, "Well, the letter did mention a job opportunity."

Igor Karkaroff nodded, his steely gaze fixed on Charlie. "Indeed," he confirmed. Then, without much preamble, he stated, "I want you to be our new Magical Creatures teacher."

Charlie's eyes widened with excitement, and he couldn't contain his enthusiasm. "I accept!" he exclaimed, unable to hide his eagerness.

Igor chuckled, his voice carrying a touch of amusement. "Hold on, Mr Weasley," he said, reaching down to pick up a chest from the floor and placing it on his desk. "Don't get excited too quickly."

Charlie, ever curious, leaned forward and asked, "What's in the chest?"

Igor opened the chest, revealing its precious contents. "This," he said with a touch of pride, "is a…."

Charlie's eyes lit up as he recognized the significance of the rare egg. "An Ukrainian Ironbelly egg! How did you manage to acquire it?" he asked in awe.

Igor Karkaroff evaded the question for the moment and instead explained his vision. "I want you to teach students from fourth to seventh year everything they need to know about caring for dragons."

Charlie's enthusiasm was momentarily replaced by concern. "But dragons are incredibly dangerous, and the school is too small to house them," he pointed out.

Igor leaned back in his chair and calmly replied, "We've built a stone dragon sanctuary on the grounds. It's where the dragons can grow and feed safely."

Charlie considered this development but then raised another important issue. "Dragons only understand Valyrian. The students would have to learn Valyrian to communicate with their dragons."

A sly smile crossed Igor's face. "I trust in your ability to teach them," he said, his confidence in Charlie evident.

Charlie still had questions, though. "Why did you choose me for this role instead of a former student?"

Igor Karkaroff's expression turned serious as he answered, "Mr Weasley, you understand dragons like no other candidate, and you're young, which will make the students more , are you still willing to be our new Magical Creatures teacher ?"

Charlie nodded thoughtfully, taking a moment to absorb the weight of the responsibility being offered to him. Then, with determination, he stood up from his chair and extended his hand toward Igor. "I accept," he declared, sealing the deal with a firm handshake.

Leaving Igor Karkaroff's office with a heart brimming with joy, Charlie couldn't help but feel elated about his new role. He was going to work with dragons and share his profound passion for these magnificent creatures with the students at Durmstrang.

As he strolled down one of the hallways, a captivating painting caught his attention. It depicted three young figures, each exuding an air of determination and strength. There was a black-haired boy with bright violet eyes, a blonde boy with fierce hazel eyes, and a brown-haired girl with infinite blue eyes. They were all dressed as though they were gearing up for battle. In the painting, the black-haired boy held a bow with an arrow pointing downward, the blonde boy wielded a sword in an attacking stance, and the girl, positioned slightly to the side, held a Durmstang staff. Charlie couldn't help but notice that both the blonde boy and the brunette girl had a curious rune on their forearms.

"I see you've found the painting," a calm, female voice interrupted his contemplation.

Turning around, Charlie discovered two students standing nearby. The girl had striking green eyes and an enigmatic aura about her, while the boy bore Nordic features and cold, piercing blue eyes.

The girl introduced herself as Esmeralda, the Head Girl of Durmstang, and the boy followed suit, naming himself Mikhail, the Head Boy.

Curious about the painting and the trio it portrayed, Charlie gestured toward it and inquired, "Who are they?"

Esmeralda smiled knowingly and responded, "They are the Unholy Trinity."

Mikhail chimed in, explaining further, "The black-haired one is Theo, the blonde is Jace, and the girl is Mia."

Charlie's curiosity piqued, he asked, "Why are they called the Unholy Trinity?"

Mikhail offered a cryptic reply, saying, "The Unholy Trinity can be your worst nightmare or your most loyal friends."

Charlie was intrigued and probed further, "Why do they have a painting of them?"

Esmeralda leaned in, revealing a hint of admiration in her eyes. "The Unholy Trinity has been undefeated champions of the War Games since their first year."

Charlie was incredulous, asking, "How is that even possible?"

Mikhail leaned against the wall, explaining, "The Unholy Trinity is a force to be reckoned with. If separated they are lethal, together they are deadly. You'll rarely see them apart. Theo and Jace are fiercely protective of Mia. No one has ever defeated them in a duel."

Charlie couldn't help but whistle in surprise. Esmeralda then chimed in, offering a parting remark, "You won't take long to recognize them." With that, the two Durmstang students bid him farewell and continued on their way.

The day of Charlie's first class arrived, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. His palms were slightly sweaty, and he paced back and forth in the Grotto, where he would be teaching his students about dragons. He glanced at the clock and anxiously awaited the arrival of his pupils.

As he heard footsteps approaching, Charlie took a deep breath and turned to face the class. Esmeralda's words from before had been accurate—the Unholy Trinity was unmistakable. They were standing at the back of the Grotto. Theo leaned casually against the wall, wearing an impassive expression, Jace appeared intrigued, his gaze fixed on something behind Charlie, and Mi gazed at him intently, her eyes seemingly probing his thoughts.

Clearing his throat, Charlie introduced himself to the class. "I'm Charlie Weasley, and I'll be your new Care of Magical Creatures teacher, specifically focusing on dragons."

An excited murmur rippled through the class, and Charlie couldn't help but notice the attentive gaze of the Unholy Trinity.

He continued, emphasizing a key point. "Let me be clear—dragons can't be tamed. The idea..."

Before he could finish his thought, Mia's voice cut in, "The idea that we control dragons is an illusion."

Charlie blinked in surprise but offered a warm smile. "I see someone has done her homework," he acknowledged.

Mia blushed, her friends, Theo and Jace, sharing a laugh and teasing her for being a little swot. Charlie proceeded to explain his role, saying, "My duty is to teach you how to care for, feed, and attempt to establish a bond with your dragon so that it may obey you."

A curious boy raised his hand and asked the inevitable question, "But how do we create a bond if dragons don't understand human speech?"

Charlie's smile grew as an assistant brought out the Ukrainian Ironbelly eggs. "Dragons understand Valyrian,"

Theo raised his hand next and inquired lazily, "Who's going to teach us Valyrian?"

Charlie responded confidently, "That would be me."

Excitement rippled through the class, and Mia, still maintaining her intense focus, asked, "Is it true that not all eggs hatch?"

Charlie nodded, his expression understanding. "That's correct. Not all eggs hatch, and I want you all to understand that it's perfectly normal if your dragon's egg doesn't. Don't be disappointed if yours doesn't hatch"

Jace voiced the collective curiosity, asking, "Then what's the point of the class if we can't get the egg to hatch?"

Charlie explained, "Some of my former colleagues in Romania will be providing dragon hatchlings for you to bond with. This way, all of you will have the opportunity to experience the wonder of bonding with a dragon, regardless of whether your egg hatches or not."

The excitement in the class continued to grow, and as Charlie looked at the eager faces of his students, he felt a renewed sense of pride to impart his knowledge and love for these magnificent creatures to the next generation of wizards and witches.

After the class, Charlie decided to have a private conversation with Mia. As he asked her to stay back for a moment, he noticed the immediate reaction from Theo and Jace, the protectiveness in their eyes unmistakable. They exchanged a few words with Mia and, with reluctant nods, left the Grotto.

Amused by the unwavering loyalty of Mia's friends, Charlie couldn't help but comment, "You've got some very protective friends there."

Mia chuckled softly. "Yes, many people have told me that."

Charlie was curious about Mia's insight and asked, "So, Mia, how did you come to know that the idea of controlling dragons is an illusion?"

Mia replied with a hint of humility, "I like to read."

Charlie furrowed his brow, considering the limited source of such knowledge. "There's only one book that talks about the Targaryen dynasty and dragons in detail, and it's..."

Mia nodded, completing his sentence, "Fire & Blood. I know"

Impressed by her knowledge, Charlie continued the conversation. "Do you know Valyrian?"

Mia nodded again, indicating that she had some understanding of the ancient language."I know the basics."

Charlie challenged her, his eyes mischievous saying, "Prove it."

Mia accepted as she confidently said. " 'Dracarys' is to make the dragon breathe fire, 'dohaerās' means to serve, 'lykiri' means calm, 'sōvēs' is to make the dragon fly, 'umbās' means wait, 'māzīs' means come, 'naejot' means forward, and 'rȳbās' means concentrate."

Charlie was both surprised and amused by Mia's proficiency in Valyrian. He chuckled and said, "You know quite a lot about dragons."

Mia responded with a modest smile, saying, "I just like to read."

Charlie shifted the conversation. "Do you have a name in mind for your dragon?"

Mia's cheeks flushed slightly, but she answered confidently, "I like the name Vhagar."

Intrigued, Charlie inquired, "Why Vhagar?"

Mia explained her choice, saying, "Vhagar belonged to Visenya Targaryen. She was a passionate and temperamental woman, and I identify with her."

Charlie nodded in understanding and approval. "Vhagar is a beautiful name, Mia. If you manage to hatch your dragon, you'll make an incredible rider."

As they continued their conversation, Mia suddenly asked Charlie if he liked to fly. Charlie's eyes lit up with enthusiasm, and he nodded. "I do. When I was at Hogwarts, I was the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team."

Mia's eyes lit up as she shared her own connection to the sport. "I play Quidditch too. It makes me feel free."

Intrigued by Mia's passion, Charlie asked, "What does it feel like when you're up in the air?"

Mia closed her eyes for a moment, reliving the sensations. "I feel the wind in my hair, the warmth of the sun on my face, the scent of freshly cut grass. I feel everything around me."

Charlie smiled warmly at her and remarked, "Then you won't have any trouble understanding dragons, Mia."

Confused, Mia asked, "Why not?"

Charlie explained, "Many people only pay attention to the dragon itself, not to what surrounds it."

Mia still appeared uncertain, prompting Charlie to clarify. "To tame a dragon, you have to understand the dragon and become familiar with its world. You have to feel the dragon's scales, its breath, look at it in the eyes, and truly understand it."

Mia's smile grew, and she expressed her appreciation. "I like you, Charlie."

Charlie chuckled and asked, genuinely curious, "Why's that?"

Mia shared her insight, "You treat me like a normal person. You don't see titles or expectations."

Charlie frowned and affirmed, "You are a person with feelings, and you should be treated as such."

Mia laughed softly and admitted, "Lately, I haven't felt that way."

Concerned, Charlie asked gently, "How have you been feeling?"

Mia confided, "Like I'm drowning."

Charlie gently probed, "Why do you feel like you're drowning?"

Mia revealed her struggle with expectations, saying, "Drowning in people's expectations."

Charlie empathized, understanding the weight of expectations. "I know what it's like to feel pressured by expectations."

"How?" Mia asked intrigued

Charlie laughed lightly and revealed his family background. "I'm a Weasley, and everyone expected me to be a Quidditch player because I excelled at it."

Mia found a parallel between her dragons and Charlie's Quidditch, and she smiled. "Dragons are similar to Quidditch, aren't they? You ride them, they can get to killed"

Charlie nodded and decided to offer Mia some advice. "Do what makes you feel free, Mia. Do what gives you the same feeling you have when you're flying."

Grateful for his words, Mia thanked him, preparing to leave. "Thanks for the advice."

As she got up, Charlie called after her, "If you ever need to talk about those expectations, Mia, you can talk to me."

Mia smiled warmly and left, leaving Charlie with a sense of satisfaction. He believed that Mia Borghese was destined to be an incredible and formidable dragon rider, and he looked forward to witnessing her journey. With those thoughts in mind, he turned his attention to placing the dragon eggs near the fire inside the Grotto.