For three hours now Charlie was sitting in the darkest alcove in the Dragon fire´ a pup in Rumanian and was trying to calm hi

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Prolog

For three hours now Charlie was sitting in the darkest alcove in the Dragon fire´ a pup in Romania and was trying to calm himself with Firewhiskey. He didn't know how much of this burning stuff he drank and it really didn't matter to him.

Charlie was the second eldest son of the Weasley family and like his older brother Bill and his only sister Ginny he took more after his mother's, Molly Weasley, family the Prewetts. Like his brothers and sisters hair, Charlie's hair was auburn and he hardly had any freckles on his tanned face. His eyes were dark blue like his fathers and it gave him an even more fascinating look. Charlie was over 6,1 feet high with weight shoulders and a strong and lean body.

The work with dragons needed more than strength, one of the reasons why there were so little dragon handlers. The witches and wizards that choose this work had to be more than physically strong, they had to be intelligent and magically powerful. The majority of the dragon handlers had more than one master diploma in care of magical creatures; they had at least two in other subjects of magic.

Defence against the Dark Arts, Charms and Transfiguration were Charlie's master diploma, besides that he had basic knowledge of healing like every dragon handler. This made him into one of the strongest members of the Order of The Phoenix.

The situation in England was very bad. After one year of denying that Voldemort was indeed back and the incident with the innocent Sirius Black in the Department of Mysteries, the Ministry of Magic wasn't prepared for the attack of the Deatheaters and was literally over run. The Deatheaters had one year to organize themselves and had made plans for every eventualities. In the first week after the Ministry had acknowledged the return of Voldemort the Minister of Magic Fudge was murdered in his own house, three different families with muggelborn witches and wizards were also attacked and murdered, the Aurors had no chance against the numbers of Deatheaters. But the real problems were the Ministry workers, who sympathize with Voldemort's cause. Already in the first two months new guidance's for magical creatures were made, which made the already hard lives of Veela, Vampires and Werewolves, much more harder.

You couldn't trust anyone, only Hogwarts could give sanctuary for those, who needed a save place from the Ministry and Voldemort. It wasn't a surprise that Hogsmeade was flooded with witches and wizards, everyone tried to be as near to Hogwarts as they could be. Meanwhile the Order of the Phoenix searched fro a way to vanquish Voldemort.

After the fifth year of his little brother Ron, Charlie returned to Romania where he was searching for help and he really found it. Some of the Aurors of Romania, who had relatives in the United Kingdom, decided to help, along with others from the Continent. He helped Rubeus Hagrid and Madam Maxime to warn the Giants of Voldemort and they believed them.

All this had the effect that Charlie had hardly any time for himself, which brings us to the problem why he was dinking himself into an emotional coma to forget what had happened to him.

Charlie had never had any problem to find himself someone to have some fun, he knew he was handsome and charming, so he used this to have some meaningless tryst. It was easy for him because he was never specialised on one gender, like many wizards and witches. It was common in the wizarding world to have relationships with ones own gender it was even possible to have children. He found it funny how some muggelborn wizards and witches reacted to that information, some were relived, some found it normal and a minority was scandalized.

Since his sixteenth birthday Charlie had only superficial relationships, but half a year ago he was at a party of a near friend of his from Rumania and there he met Paul Vonderbank. Paul was a really good-looking young man with golden blond hair, light blue eyes and a sun kissed skin, who came from Australia to study the dragons of Europe. Charlie had believed that he had found the person to spend the rest of his life and to form a family of his own.

After the first week in their relationship they decided to move together. It was only at their second month anniversary that they had their first really argument. Charlie was often away on Order orders and Paul was alone at home. Their arguments ended every time with Charlie saying he was sorry and a night spent in their bedroom, seeing how often they could make each other come. It was fun and Charlie wasn't bothered with the lake of any love during their sexual activities.

Two weeks ago Charlie went on a long time trip to Egypt, where he helped Bill to secure an ancient stone board on which was a spell from which Dumbledore hoped it would help them to vanquish Voldemort once and for all. It was written in hieroglyphs and it would take them sometime to translate its meaning, but it was a big step near the ending of the war. None beside the most trusted Order members new about this project and so Charlie hadn't been able to tell Paul the truth, but after this last expedition he would have been able to spent more time with his lover.

Charlie made it faster home as when predicted he would. He wanted to surprise Paul and opened quietly the front door to their fleet. He put his bag on the wooden floor next to the bathroom and went to the bedroom, where he knew Paul must have been sleeping. As he touched the door he felt a strong silencing charm gave away, when he heard them. He opened the door slowly and watched as his lover, who he thought was his future husband, was bouncing happily at the prick of some random guy on their bed.

He didn't know if he should laugh or cry, because this howl scene was so cliché it was impossible to be true. He came out of his stupor when he heard them reach their peak, in the same moment Paul realized that he was in the room. Ironically Charlie couldn't do anything to stop himself from laughing at the shocked face Paul made when he finally saw him. It was a cold laugh that was without any mirth and made the two on the bed cower under the sheets.

"Charlie it isn't as you think!", was the first think Paul shouted as he jumped out of the bed, as his sex friend was trying to cover himself.

"Yes Paul, it surely isn't as I think it is.", said Charlie in a mooching ton, as he leaned on the door frame and crossed his arms over his board chest, "I mean if it really was as I think it was, it would mean that you are a two timing bitch who would jump on anyone, when I'm out of the way! I was trying to come home as fast as I could to be with you and to tell you that I was able to make it so I could spent more time with you then before. But what do I see when I come home to my most loving and truthful boyfriend, I can see him jumping on some other guy crying like a bitch in heat!"

Charlie was laughing again and it was even colder than before, so that even he was thinking he sounded like an insane murderer, but it hurt too much, and he new it wasn't his heart that hurt here. It was his ego, how could Paul do something like this if he loved him? Was it even love that they felt for each other or lust? Right now he couldn't answer his own question.

"What else should I have done?", screamed Paul at the still laughing Charlie, " You're never home, always away to help some strangers against a Dark Lord that doesn't have to do anything with you. When you had stayed home with me and come to Australia like I asked you so many times I would have never done this.

You can't win this war, why are you risking your life, your future?". Paul was panting and Charlie stopped laughing, the atmosphere was eerie and everything was vibrating under Charlie's magic. He couldn't believe Paul had said that to his face.

"So you think I should run away with you and hide, when my family is in mortal danger and my friends need my help against a psychopath that can murder without remorse and that will try to do the same thing with the howl world when he has beaten the wizards of the United Kingdom? You really don't know me do you? Because I don't believe I know you, if you think that way!", Charlie saw for the first time how weak Paul's character was, he was an only child of a rich family, who never thinks of anyone but himself. How blind love or lust can make a person, thought Charlie.

Paul made a move to try and touch Charlie, but stilled when he saw a promise of immense pain in Charlie's eyes if he touched him.

"I'm packing my things and leave the fleet to you.", Charlie went quickly through the fleet and put all his stuff into three big bags, that he shrank and put in his pocked, he took the bag from the bathroom with him and left for good.

He couldn't remember how he came to the "Dragon fire" or how he rented a room for the night, shit he didn't even remember when he came down and began to drink. His only positive thought was, Thank Merlin I haven't introduced him to mum´. Later he stumbled somehow into his room and fell into a dreamless drunken sleep.