Good or No Good (Ginny)

[Charlie Weasley]

Charlie had been wondering how the rest of his family had been doing since everything that had been happening. Charlie had somewhat distanced himself from the rest of the family, because it was such a painful reminder that he should have been there to stop his family's heartache but he had not been. He had been on a different mission, and had still not figured out why he had not been there with most of the rest of the Order. Charlie felt more guilty than anyone possibly could know, and now with Bill and Fluer expecting the baby any day, Charlie was having issues with the idea of meeting the rest of the family at St. Mungo's for the birth. Charlie had been fighting the idea of going for weeks now, and he wished he had one of the few people with him that would remind him how much his older brother needed him there. Charlie hadn't spoken to Phaedra for a few weeks because she had been arguing with him about the fact that he still blamed himself for Harry being gone. Harry was gone, so he couldn't tell him that he needed to be at the hospital with Bill. Ginny was his last hope. Surely his baby sister could remind him just how much everyone needed him at the hospital for moral support. Charlie had owled Ginny not too long ago to see if she would meet him in Hogsmeade at Rosemerta's so that they could talk. Charlie hadn't gotten an owl back, and hoped that she would show up for their meeting.

Charlie had doned the white sweater that Phaedra had originally picked out for him on a shopping trip that she had taken, and a pair of jeans that had not been scorched by the Horntail he was taking care of lately. They had a tear across the knee, where he had been caught by the tail, but that just gave the jeans some style. Charlie took a deep breath, and decided he was ready to go.

He had apperated from Romania to just outside of the Hogwarts gates. He wasn't sure what had made him think of that one spot when he began apperating, but that's where he had stopped at. He decided that there were just too many memories of going into Hogsmeade and finding his brothers, sister and Harry there, that it had been what caused him to stop in front of Hogwarts. He turned and walked the long path toward Hogsmeade, passing the Shrieking Shack, HoneyDukes, and all the other places that had so many memories Charlie swollowed back some tears before they began to flow and made his way to Rosemerta's. The Three Broomsticks had just as many memories, but it would be easier to maintain composer while in front of so many others that would be there.

Charlie stepped in the door, and looked around. He wasn't sure he should be there, but as he turned to walk back out, he was spotted by Rosemerta herself. "Charlie Weasley, my dear. It's been ages since I have seen you in here. What has kept you away?" Charlie knew the voice as well as he knew his dragons. "Just wrong timing and dealing with some stuff, Rosemerta. How have you been?" Charlie looked around and found his favorite corner table. He decided he would sit there and wait until Ginny arrived. "I'll just have a butterbeer for now. Maybe something stronger a little later on." He said to Rosemerta as she turned around.

[Ginny Weasley]

It was hard to sleep lately for Ginny Weasley. Ever since her years at Hogwarts it was hard to sleep, but she had good reasons for such insomnia. After all the kid napping that she had been through, and now Harry’s death. There wasn’t anything so terrifying about that New Years Eve night, but she hated seeing him in her dreams. Ginny loathed his messy black hair, and how his glasses would go askew. Everything that was Harry appeared in her mind. Why couldn’t she just get through one sleepless night? Those nights for Ginny were rare; which is why she started picking up the night shift Auror shift, investigating anything suspicious. Ginny hadn’t signed up for the night before. Instead she stayed home, trying to get at least some amount of sleep. She was half tempted to owl Jake to see if he wanted to do anything, but she didn’t know if he was free. How could she sleep if there was a baby literally crying every fifteen minutes? Hearing the shrieks, Ginny groaned as she grabbed her pillow, covering her face. Sinking further down into the mattress, she listened to hurried footsteps outside her door. Why did he mom have to allow the baby to stay at their house until Bill and Fleur got back on their feet? Fleur was still complaining about her feet hurting, and eating better to loose the extra weight she gained from the pregnancy. Hearing an even louder shriek, Ginny smothered the pillow further on her face. She couldn’t stand another night like this. Not until Fleur and Bill went back to their cottage.

Deciding to get out of the bed to start the day off early, she threw the covers aside. Standing up, Ginny grabbed her red bath robe that hung out across the chair. Pulling her arms through the sleeves, she tied the front tightly grabbing a stack of homes for scale across the wizarding community. Ginny had actually thought about moving into a muggle area, but she didn’t know if any of her family just apparate randomly outside her house. Plus, she was more worried about her father asking strange questions to the neighbors. So a muggle area was crossed of the long list of places to look. Unlocking the lock, Ginny quietly made her way down the hall. She stopped by the baby’s room, seeing Fleur sitting in the rocking chair, the infant curled in her arms. It was quiet. Ginny smile as the women looked up at her. “We’ll be takin’ him back home soon,” she said quietly nodding before returning her attention back on her child. Ginny kept smiling as she descended down the banister stairs. The frying pans were already sizzling, the window cranked up slightly to allow air flow through the kitchen. Ginny took a seat at the table, setting the ads down in front of her. Her parents knew that she was looking for a place of her own. It was just in a child’s nature to want to leave the house coming of age. Plus, Ginny couldn’t wait until she lived on her own.

Looking at the plate that was placed in front of her, Ginny noticed a letter tucked in the corner. Who could it possibly be from? Noticing Charlie’s hand writing, Ginny grinned as she quickly tore the envelope open. She hadn’t heard from her older brother in a long time. Not after he left with Phaedra to Romania. Ginny wanted to see them again. Reading through the hand writing, she grinned as she quickly stood up from the table. Taking the toast from the plate, Ginny ate it as she climbed back up the stairs to the bathroom. She took a shower within minutes, drying her red hair with a drying charm back in her bedroom. Ginny then pulled on a white tank top over her head, along with a long sleeved, green v neck outer layer. Tugging on a pair of jeans, she then stuffed the pockets with everything she needed. Before heading out the door, Ginny trudged on a pair of new black boots before with a pop apparated out of the house. Her parents already knew about her meeting with Charlie. Anyways, her mom was going to be busy fussing with the baby all day.

Arriving at Hogsmeade, Ginny made her way through the crowds, pulling her winter coat closer to her body. It wasn’t too far into autumn, but the weather had been getting drastically colder. Reaching The Three Broomsticks, Ginny pushed open the door noticing a flash of fiery red hair standing out in the bar. Walking toward her brother, Ginny stopped beside him, “Hey, Charlie,” she greeted hugging him briefly before taking a seat down in the stool. Madam Rosemerta had returned handing Charlie his butter beer, looking at Ginny. “Could I get a hot chocolate, please?” she asked smiling as the older women nodded her head, retreating to the other side. Pulling off her coat, Ginny set it aside, turning her head to look at Charlie. “I have a couple hours before I have to go to work….So what was so important that you had to owl me.”