Hello again!

So I know that I haven't posted anything for a while and I'm sorry - last year was ridiculously busy and, knowing my luck, this year will be as equally chaotic. To make up for my long absence, I decided to start a new Charlie/Jacob's Sibling story. This particular story is set quite a few years before my other fanfiction 'The Cursebreaker and the Dragontamer' takes place, just after the events that unfolded in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Don't worry; I'm not giving up on the other one. Just think of this as something ... extra. So yeah, enjoy!

Yours truly,


Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters from the Wizarding World. Those credits go to J.K.

Old Wounds

Dragon Sanctuary, Romania

"Is that another owl from your girlfriend?"

Charlie rolled his eyes, smiling despite himself as he snatched the letter from his co-worker and peeled open the envelope to read what was inside before swearing.

"What's wrong?" his colleague cocked a teasing eyebrow, "Trouble in paradise?"

He didn't respond, fully focused on his mother's shaky handwriting, noticing the tear splotches marking the parchment and gulped as dread began to pool in his stomach ...

Meanwhile at Gringotts in Cairo …

"Merlin," I shook my head in disbelief, "but is she alright?"

Bill shrugged, "Mum says so but … I don't know," he ran a frustrated hand through his red locks, "All of this 'Chamber of Secrets' stuff makes me think about …"

"The Cursed Vaults," I finished his sentence for him as I watched him sink into the nearest couch.

Bill's expression wilted, "I thought I was over it," he admitted quietly, "I mean, it all happened so many years ago … but the things that she did … the things that she tried to do …" he shook his head, unable to continue as I sat beside him.

"Hey," I said, "You know that none of it was your fault."

I gripped his shoulder, "Nothing that Rakepick did was your fault."

Bill flinched ever so slightly at the sound of her name.

If anything it was mine went the unsaid, but I couldn't dwell on that now.

Bill sighed before he bowed his head in resignation.

"You're right," he murmured, "I know you're right, but the thought that I wasn't there to protect my family …" he bit his lip, "It's just too much."
Bill buried his face into my shoulder and I held him close.

Some wounds never did fully heal.

I know, this prologue was short, but I promise it was just a snippet of what's to come.

Let me know what you think!

- S.G.