In love with a Weasley (Charlie Weasley)

GOF 1

I noticed Harry laid flat on his back, his breathing hard as though he had been running, his hands pressed over his face. He sat up his hand still over his scar as his other hand reached for his glasses.

"You okay Harry" I ask looking up from my book.

"Just a dream. Why aren't you asleep?" Truthfully, I haven't slept properly since the werewolf attack.

"Just couldn't sleep. Did you want to talk about the dream. I'm here if you do"

"It was nothing, don't worry about it. But just so you know I'm here for you as well, you can talk to me if theres anything on your mind you know that right" His eyes meet mine. It's my job to protect him not load my issues on him when he has his own demons to fight.

"I know Harry. That's what siblings are for" I stand up and walk over to his bed as he moves over making room for me. I lay next to him wrapping my arms around him like I used to when we were younger and he'd have a nightmare.

"I love you Ror. I'm glad you're my sister" I smile at him.

"I love you too and I wouldn't want anyone other than you as a brother" As soon as Harry had drifted back off to sleep I stood up and crossed to the window opening the curtains to look at the street below. Privet Drive looked exactly as a respectable suburban street would be expected to look in the early hours of Saturday morning. All the curtains were closed. There wasn't a living creature in sight, not even a cat. I walked back over to my bed and took out a piece of parchment to write to Moony and Pad's. Starting with my letter to Pad's.

Hey Pads,

I hope freedom's treating you well, you deserve it after 12 years of hell. I miss you just so you know.

Honestly I can't remember the last time I was able to sleep properly and I think Harry's starting to notice. It's not because I'm not tired because I am I'm so tired but every time I close my eyes and go to sleep I dream of that night and of nearly dying. Doesn't help the thoughts of knowing Moony's out there somewhere blaming himself and not answering my letters. I miss him and I miss you.

Luckily we're leaving this place tomorrow to go to the Weasleys for the rest of the summer. We're all going to the Quidditch World Cup.

Love you Pad's.

Love your little wolf x

Dear Moony,

I need you so much right now. I lied when I said I was fine in all my other letters, I'm not. I'm the furthest thing from fine. I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes to sleep I have nightmares and I'm so tired. I've been writing to Sirius but he's not you and I want you. I know you feel guilty but I don't blame you Moony, I blame the werewolf that you have no control over. I see you as two different people. You're my Moony, the guy who knows how I have my tea and always has chocolate on hand when I feel sad and the person who gives me the best hugs.

I love you Moony please write back to me. I need you.

On a happier message, me and Harry get out of the Dursleys tomorrow. We're going to the Weasleys for the rest of the summer and even have tickets for the Quidditch World Cup.

Love from your Wolf x

Once the inks dry I attach both letter's to Phoenix's leg and take her to the window.

"Go to Sirius first them Remus" I tell her as I open the window, I give her head a little stroke. "Don't forget we'll be at the Weasley's when you return so go there" She hoots slightly before taking flight out of the window. I watch her until I can no longer see her before deciding to try and get at least some sleep. As I closed my eyes I jumped slightly as my stupid cousin Dudley gave a tremendous grunting snore from the next room. Trying to relax I start telling myself that there's nothing in this house that shouldn't be here. The only people here are Harry, Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley and they were plainly still asleep. I laid there trying to sleep until the sunrise slowly crept into the room. Finally, when the sun had risen, when our bedroom walls had turned gold and when sounds of movement could be heard from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's room I decided to give up with trying to sleep and got out of bed grabbing a pair of ripped jeans and an oversized black hoody along with some hair clips and a brush before heading to the bathroom. After getting dressed I brushed my waist length hair before moving it all to covering my neck as best as possible clipping it in place. With the help of the hoody and my hair the scar's on my neck are hardly visible as I head back to mine and Harry's room sitting back on my bed and picking up my book again as Harry starts to stir.