Spiritus aduro
Part I
'Dear Charlie,
Hi, how are you? I hope you're fine because we (Harry, Hermione and me) need your help. Hagrid's got a dragon, and we need to get rid of it. He's called Norbert, and he's a Norwegian Ridgeback. Anyway, Hagrid is very attached to Norbert but Draco Malfoy (I've told you about him - the Slytherin who hates us) has seen Norbert. At least, we think he has. So, Norbert's got to go. The sooner the better in my opinion. Hagrid's getting all maternal - you should hear him 'Oh, bless him, he knows his mummy!' The man is insane! Charlie, I'm counting on you. HELP!!!
Ron'
Charlie Weasley chuckled as he read the letter his youngest brother had sent him, and then he handed it to his friend and roommate, Ariadne Rutherford.
"Read that," he told her, smiling. "It's from Ron."
"Should be interesting then," Ria commented. "Are you sure? He might have wanted it to be private."
"If he wants help, Ria my sweet, he'll have to accept that other people will learn about it."
"Now I'm intrigued," Ria smiled; brushing her long black hair out of eyes, which were so dark blue they were almost black. She sat opposite him at the small table and poured herself a cup of tea. Propping the letter up against the sugar bowl, she buttered her toast as she read it.
"Well," she began, when she had finished reading, "some mothers do have 'em. So, Charlie... do all your brothers have an affinity with dragons?"
"No, your holiness, just me," Charlie grinned at her, his hazel eyes sparkling mischievously.
"So, what do you want me to do?" Ria demanded.
"What do you mean, 'what do I want you to do'?" Charlie asked, innocently.
"Come off it Chas, you know as well as I do that the grin you are currently sporting bodes nothing but trouble. So, what are we going to do?"
"You're too suspicious, Ariadne Rutherford, that's your problem," Charlie glared at her.
"Oh, for goodness' sake!" Ria exclaimed. "Get on with it!"
"Touchy touchy!" Charlie smirked at her. At twenty-four he was a pleasant looking man, easily distinguishable by the fiery red of his hair. "Actually, Ri, I was wondering if you could help."
"You see, the second you called me Ri I knew you had something cooked up for me. Usually I get 'your holiness' and the like."
"Well," Charlie glossed over the point, "between the two of us, we need to work out exactly how we're going to get Ron's dragon over here."
"What do you mean 'we'? Is that we as in the Royal we?"
"No, that's we as in you and me," Charlie replied. Ariadne backed away.
"Oh no. Definitely not. There is no way I am aiding and abetting the transport of an illegal dragon. You're on your own, pal."
"Ria!!" Charlie gazed at her beseechingly. "O love of my life, please, pretty please with a chocolate frog on top, and all the rest of it, help!"
"Only if you drop the 'love of my life' bit. The neighbours already think there's something dodgy between us, let's not give them ammunition."
"Ri, you're an angel!" Charlie beamed at her. "So, what do you propose we do?"
"We could do any number of things, including refuse," Ria pointed out.
"And let Ron down? Ria, I was counting on you to come up with a good idea!"
"Charlie, that was a good idea!" Ria told him, scathingly. "It just wasn't the good idea you were looking for."
"Well, its not like I can just up sticks and leave, is it?" Charlie complained. "I'm busy for the next month, and Robert, Andrew and Dave are visiting, so spare time will be limited."
"Rob, Andy and Dave live in Britain, don't they?" Ria demanded.
"Yes. What's the relevance of that?" Charlie looked confused. Ria, on the other hand, had brightened considerably.
"In that case it's easy. We'll rope them into helping. Write to them and ask - they're sure to agree. Your friends are into taking risks."
"Ri, you're a genius!" Charlie grinned. "It's going to be great when the guys are staying here!"
"Charlie, I am not sleeping on the floor when your friends are here. It's my house too."
"When have I ever asked you to sleep on the floor?" Charlie demanded.
"Several times," Ria replied. "Normally when you find yourself a pretty girl. And being the sucker that I am, I actually agree."
"Okay, Ariadne Rutherford, I promise that I will not force you to sleep on the floor. Happy?"
"Over the moon," Ria replied.
Charlie Weasley had known Ariadne Rutherford ever since she had started her career at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Throughout school he had barely spoken to her. She was two years his junior, and there hadn't been any reason for their acquaintance to move beyond the occasional 'hello' in the corridors.
Then, three years ago, Ria had joined the group of British wizards and witches who worked at the largest dragon reserve in the world. No one was exactly sure what Ria had done in the year between her finishing at Hogwarts and joining the Romanian team, and she never volunteered information on the subject. She and Charlie had quickly become the best of friends, and when she had announced her intention to purchase a house, if she could find a friend to buy it with, he had jumped at the chance of having a little independence.
Of course, neither of them had considered that the neighbours would label them as a couple, and unmarried at that! Consequently they were frowned upon for cohabiting. At first, both had tried to explain that their relationship was purely platonic, but after a while, first Charlie and then Ria gave up.
"You know, if my dad ever finds out, you're going to be so dead it's unbelievable!" Ria told Charlie, smirking.
"I don't suppose my mother will be overly happy. Especially if she believes the rumours that are going around!"
"The rumours that are casting insinuations on my good name, you mean?" Ria demanded. "Yes, I don't suppose anyone would be too happy to hear those, least of all our parents. Honestly, can't you have a simple friendship with a guy these days?"
"I can," Charlie told her. "You, on the other hand, can't. It's all related to your innocent good looks, my dear."
"Shut up, Charlie!"
Charlie's friends replied to the owls he sent the promptly, and two days later, when Ria joined him at the breakfast table once more, he looked pensive.
"Okay, whose cat just died?" She demanded, as she filled her cup with coffee, before grimacing as she realised what she was doing. "Um, Charlie? How many times do I have to tell you – tea goes in the teapot, not coffee? I swear you do it on purpose because you know I hate coffee!"
"Oh, Ri, you figured me out!" Charlie put on an expression of mock sadness. "And there I was, thinking that I'm clever"
"Oh, I'm laughing so hard," Ria replied sarcastically. "So, why are you in the doldrums?"
"I got an owl from Dave," Charlie replied, at once serious. "It seems he thinks he's lost his touch. He says, and I quote, 'there is no way that I'm going anywhere near one of those insane creatures without some kind of trained professional assisting me.' So, now what do we do?"
"Abandon the cause?" Ria suggested casually. "Tell Ron that you tried your best, but you just couldn't do it?"
"Ria, how many times do I have to tell you that I can't leave Ron in the lurch!"
"Ron can look after himself, Charlie, he's not a baby anymore. Anyway, Hagrid would be the one with a problem" on realising it was Hagrid who would have a problem, Ria frowned. She had a soft spot for the kindly giant who had taken her under his wing, thanks to her love for all kinds of wacky creatures. "I'd help if I could, but I'm going home for a few days – what can I do?"
"That's it!" Charlie exclaimed. "Ria, you're a genius."
"Twice in three days," Ria told the teapot. "Either I've become super intelligent over night, which I doubt, as I'm talking to a teapot, or else he wants something," she looked towards Charlie and sighed. "What now?"
"Well, you're going home, aren't you?" he demanded. Ria nodded. "And you live in England, don't you?" Once again, Ria bobbed her head. "So, you could go with the guys to collect Norbert!"
"Excuse me?" Ria stopped buttering her toast, and glared at her friend. "Did you just say I could help you transport a dragon – no, an illegal dragon – over here from Hogwarts? Only I don't particularly fancy a spell in Azkaban for being in possession of Class A Non-Tradable goods!"
"Ri, that's the eggs. The dragon's just illegal. Please help! Please?" Charlie looked at her beseechingly. Ria sighed.
"I fall for it every time. I really need to increase my resistance to mindless gestures of sappiness. Okay, Charlie, you're on. But you're going to owe me – big time. Write to Ron, tell him we'll meet him at the top of the tallest tower on Saturday at midnight, for the cover of the night."
"How poetic," Charlie smirked.
"Look, Mister, do you want help or not?"
"Fine, fine, I'll write to Ron!" Charlie knew only too well that it wasn't a good idea to annoy Ria. For one thing, she was incredibly strong, and for another, she was very often his only means of reaching a deadline. He supposed he used her shamelessly, but she was just as bad.
"So, as I've just solved this year's biggest dilemma, do you think you could be so kind as to make some tea to go in the teapot? Feed the coffee to the plants – they seem to like it!"
Ria was standing in the arrival lounge of Heathrow airport when a tall blonde woman approached her, smiling broadly.
"Ri! Good to see you!" Ria's eldest sister, Lucy Kettleworth, grabbed her sister in a warm hug. "You look well – Romania suits you!"
"Where are your sproglets?" Ria demanded.
"At home, where do you think?" Lucy asked.
"You've left your innocents at home alone?"
"Come off it Ri, I'd be mad to let that lot stay at home unguarded. No, Geoff's with them." Geoff Kettleworth was Lucy's husband, and Ria's brother in law.
"So, will I not see them?"
"Of course you'll see them!" Lucy replied. "But Mums wants to see you first."
"Good old Mums. How have you been? It's been too long."
"Two years, Ariadne. Vickie wasn't even born the last time you made it home," Lucy's face contorted into a frown, then softened. "Ri, I know that it was hard for you, but remember that Mums and Daddy are always there for you. Us too – me and Becca, I mean. Even Gemma never wanted to see you hurt."
"Well she shouldn't have done it then, should she?" Ria spat at her sister, and Lucy was shocked to see the pain in her eyes.
"Ri, put it behind you. Mums worries about you, alone in Romania. There are a lot of evil people out there."