So I've been recently playing Hogwarts Mystery whilst re-reading the Harry Potter series because I'm a nerd like that and I realised that there wasn't much of Charlie at all even though he is the sweetest thing in the whole wide world so I thought that I'd write a little Charlie orientated Deathly Hallows era Fanfiction because why the hell not? This is all post Hogwarts Mystery, from the perspective of the main character.
The first few chapters are set around the time of Bill and Fleur's wedding.
Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: MC is of my own creation. You might remember her making a very brief appearance in 'Jily Wedding'. The rest of the characters all belong to JK and her world of wonder and magic. I have tried as best as possible to keep to canon (save the addition of a few characters) so please don't shoot me down!
Hair and Mementos
As soon as we got through the door, Mrs Weasley came out, wand in hand with a look of fiery determination in her eyes.
"Oh Bethany! Charlie! You're both looking so thin!" She came up and gave us both bone-crushing hugs before she began to tug on his hair, "And this hair is getting ridiculous!"
I sniggered slightly.
"Mum!" Charlie whined.
It was true; his hair had grown into a curly mane of orange but he had insisted on growing it out and I didn't complain because I liked running my hands through it.
"Well enough is enough!" Mrs Weasley said as she marched a very terrified Charlie into the kitchen.
"What are you doing? Mum! No! Mum! Bethany! Help me!" he yelped as his mother forced him into a chair, raising her wand threateningly.
"I think it's about time somebody give you a proper haircut," she announced.
Charlie's face paled with an expression that said "Oh no."
I caught Harry's eyes across the room. They were deep emerald just like his mother's and he looked so much like James that I felt my heart skip a beat. I remembered them from when I was a little girl.
"Hey Harry," I grinned at him as Charlie whimpered in the background.
"Oh … Hi …" the seventeen year old replied, running a hand through his hair that reminded me of his father, "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
"Oh, kind of," I replied, "Well there was Christmas and … it's ah … complicated … can we move to the living room to talk?"
"Um sure … I suppose," he seemed quite uneasy but agreed nonetheless.
What was I to say? That I knew his godfather like a brother? That it was my theory that practically got Dumbledore killed? I shook my head.
"So, I've wanted to give this to you for a while now but I didn't know how to get it to you …" I unwrapped the parcel and handed him a Gryffindor scarf. It was frail and tattered at the ends and the colour had faded slightly over the years.
"Um … I don't understand," he frowned, "I already have a scarf …"
"This was your godfather's," I replied softly, registering the shocked expression on his face with a sad smile, "He gave it to me when I was little and I think that he would have liked you to have it."
"You knew Sirius?"
I nodded "And your parents," I took a good look at the boy, "I see so much of them in you."
His eyes glistened slightly as he stared back at me.
"Thank you," he murmured, his voice hoarse as he wiped his face on the back of his sleeve.
"That's okay," I grinned back before I heard a crashing sound from the kitchen, "Ah that'll be Tonks arriving wouldn't it?"
"Probably," he agreed.
"You take care of yourself, okay Harry?" I gave his shoulder a slight squeeze before I let go and left him standing in the living room with Sirius' scarf held limply in his hands.
"Wotcher Bethany!" Tonks beamed as she enveloped me in a tight hug.
"I thought I heard you tripping over something in the kitchen," I grinned as I returned the embrace.
She laughed, positively glowing as she blushed slightly, "Yeah that was me," she replied, her husband Remus close behind. He looked more tired than usual.
"Hey Moony," I smiled, giving him a hug that he barely returned.
"Hey yourself," he replied with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, "Charlie's looking for you by the way."
He lead his wife back out of the corridor as Charlie soon appeared looking very miserable.
"Oh my Merlin," I gasped, in between shock and laughter as Charlie approached, running his hand slightly ruefully over his new, brutally short haircut.
"I'm hideous," he moaned as he buried his head into my shoulder.
"Oh it's not that bad," I lied, because it was really quite atrocious.
"Are you kidding me?" Fred laughed, "He looks like the victim of a severing charm!"
"And I should know!" George added, gesturing to his lack of an ear.
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, "Bill mentioned that something had happened but I never thought that …"
"Well at least you can tell me and Fred apart now," the Weasley replied with a shrug, "Isn't that right Fred?"
"Hear, hear, Georgie."
"I'm still more handsome though, don't you think Bethany?" he waggled his eyebrows at me as Charlie shoved his face away.
I rolled my eyes. It seemed the Weasley twins could make a joke out of quite literally anything.