Beauxbatons [Charlie Weasley]

Burrow

"ISSY-BELLE!" two identical voices shout as Charlie and Isabelle apparate onto the hill outside the Burrow.

The French girl grins as she's engulfed by two fourteen-year-olds, both Fred and George evidently happy to see her.

Her grin only widens as a stream of red-heads rush up the hill after them, hugging Isabelle as well. Ron gets a hug in, and so does Ginny, albeit a bit shyly. But then another boy appears, a black-haired one Isabelle's never seen before, but recognises immediately.

"'Arry Potter," she says softly.

"Hi," the young boy says shyly.

"It is very nice to meet you," she continues, shaking his hand. He just smiles.

"Guess how Harry got here, Issy-belle," Fred says, smirking.

"Oh, come on, Freddy, she won't guess, we'll just have to tell her," his twin winks at the French girl.

"Well, if you insist," Fred replies.

"We flew dad's magic flying car all the way to Little Whinging to pick him up this morning!" they say together. Isabelle's eyes widen.

"You two are quite reckless," she shakes her head, smirking.

"There were bars on his window and everything!" Ron blurts out. "We were just saving him from the Dursleys!"

"Zee Dursleys?" Isabelle asks.

"Oh, they're horrible..." Ron begins rambling on and on as they all walk back down the hill towards the Burrow, Harry adding some inputs here and there about how horrible his family is as they go along.

"Isabelle, dear!" a familiar voice welcomes her as soon as they near the house. The French girl gets engulfed into a warm, motherly hug, to which she immediately relaxes. "It's so nice to see you again, dear, come on in," Molly beams, ushering her into their kitchen.

"Now, we've just finished having a rather late breakfast, but we have plenty left over for you and Charlie if you're hungry for some lunch," she continues, already starting to bustle around the place, setting the table for both Charlie and Isabelle, neither of them apparently having any choice on whether or not they want to eat; Molly's decided for them, piling their plates up with leftover eggs, bacon and sausages.

Even though lunch was only meant for the two of them, half of Charlie's siblings sit around the table next to them, Harry Potter included.

"'Ow woz zis year at school?" Isabelle asks no one in particular, knowing she doesn't have to for them all to burst into story.

And they do.

Fred and George launch into how Harry's now on their Quidditch team as Seeker, the first ever first-year to play on any Quidditch team in over a century. He's incredible, apparently, even going as far to swallow the Snitch the first time he played. They didn't win the Quidditch Cup, of course, not having Charlie or Noah on the team anymore, but it was one hell of a year for Gryffindor, and the new Keeper, Oliver Wood, is apparently almost just as good as Noah was.

Harry and Ron tell Isabelle all about how a troll was let into the school on Halloween, and that's how they became friends with this incredible muggleborn, Hermione Granger. The three of them realised that something was wrong this year at school, with the third-floor corridor out of bounds from the very start. They realised there was a three-headed dog in the castle after accidentally stumbling upon it late one night. How they managed to do such a thing accidentally is beyond Isabelle.

They then realised the dog was guarding something, and Hermione figured it all out. The dog, Fluffy, along with a multitude of other enchantments out there by other teachers, was guarding the Philosopher's Stone. They suspected Snape was going to try to steal the Stone, however once they got down there, after almost dying along the way several times, Harry realised it was actually Quirrell, with Voldemort on the back of his head. He fought him while Hermione went back to Ron, the two of them getting help, and Harry had just seemingly disintegrated Quirrell with his bare hands when Dumbledore arrived.

Isabelle and Charlie exchange a glance, eyes wide.

"Seems as though Hogwarts has gotten a lot more interesting now that we're gone," he says, shocked.

"Tell us what you've done, though," Ron says eagerly. "You've been battling all kinds of dragons, haven't you?"

"I wouldn't say 'battling'..." Charlie trails off, both him and Isabelle now launching into everything they've done over the past year, and telling them all about the amazing things they've experienced.

They tell them all about the other six students they're studying with, and how they're all lovely. Isabelle talks about the little village not too far from the Sanctuary, and how she made friends there, talking about how amazing it is there and how lovely everyone is, especially Christian and his friends. She talks about how much each of Charlie's siblings, as well as Harry, would love the dragon store there, going into detail about how spectacular it really is.

They talk about all the different dragons they've worked with so far, all the different tasks they've been given. How they had to befriend and ride the Common Welsh Green, how they had to look after a baby Romanian Longhorn, make a cloak strong enough to prevent a Swedish Short Snout's flames from burning them; how they had to look after the egg of a Chinese Fireball until it hatched, make a structure strong enough to withstand a Ukrainian Ironbelly, make an antidote for the bite of a Norwegian Ridgeback; how they had a series of challenging obstacles when finally faced with the Hungarian Horntail, and how they both almost died several times and sustained plenty of injuries.

"So are you done studying dragons now?" Harry asks when they finish, his eyes wide with awe.

Isabelle shakes her head. "Non, we still 'ave zree more dragons to cover when we go back, and zen we 'ave a massive exam zat we need to take before we can become eizer a Dragonologist or a Dragon Tamer. Or boz, I suppose."

"And you'll both do brilliantly," Molly says, bustling back into the room. "Now, run along, everyone, I have cleaning to do. Unless you want to stay behind and help?"

That gets everyone up and out of their seats, disappearing off to every other part of the house aside from the kitchen.

Isabelle loves being at the Burrow more than anything, being around Charlie's family once again and just feeling truly at home. The Weasleys' house bursts with the strange and unexpected, but that only makes Isabelle like it all the more.

The French girl got a shock the first time she looked into the mirror over the kitchen mantelpiece one morning and it shouted, "Tidy your hair, scruffy!" The ghoul in the attic howls and drops pipes whenever he feels things are getting too quiet, and small explosions from Fred and George's bedroom are considered perfectly normal. What Isabelle loves most about life at Charlie's, however, isn't the talking mirror or the clanking ghoul: it's the fact that everybody here seems to like her.

Molly fusses over the state of her socks and tries to force her to eat fourth helpings at every meal. Arthur likes to sit next to her at the dinner table so that he can bombard her with questions about life in France, asking her to explain how things like the Ministry of Magic is different over there and how Muggles operate.

It's only a couple of days later that they hear from Hogwarts, Charlie's siblings and Harry getting sent their book lists and heading off the next day to collect them. Isabelle and Charlie take that as their cue to head off back to Romania, leaving everyone to get busy with all the back-to-school madness.

Everyone's awfully sad to see them go, especially Ginny, surprisingly, who got really close with Isabelle over the time she was there, loving having an older sister around for a change, another girl in the house. The poor thing was incredibly nervous to head off to Hogwarts for the first time, as well, so Isabelle would spend about an hour each night before bed, just sitting with Ginny on her bed, telling the young girl just how nervous she was to transfer to Hogwarts, but how amazing it really was.

"So," Charlie says, somewhat shyly when both him and Isabelle are walking away from the Burrow, up towards the hill where they can apparate from, "what do you say? Did that go well?"

Isabelle frowns, confused, but then immediately grins as the realisation hits her.

"Oui, zat went well," she smiles. "I would love to be your girlfriend again, Charlie."

His only response is to beam and pull her tightly into his arms as they apparate away.