Charlie Weasley

Charlie had sprinted through the halls of St. Mungo’s finally finding himself in Harriet’s room, and after having accusations of ‘this is all your fault’ and other such remarks shouted at him by his fiance, they welcomed the twins into the world. He could compare this happiness to anything else, it was a whole new feeling, and the immediate need to protect them washed over him. That moment changed everything. 

He smiled over at Harriet, kissing her forehead and brushing a hand through her hair. “They’re perfect,” he smiled over at her. He was entirely content in this moment, in fact, he’d probably say this was the most comfortable he’d felt in years, the sense of total belonging. He hadn’t even thought of Percy’s involvement yet. “I should probably owl Mum and Dad at somepoint, unless Perce told them.” 

@harrietfawley​

Percy was already out of his chair before Charlie could finish his words, pacing the room to close the door to his office. Already there was a chance that people heard too much and he didn’t need everyone hearing about their family affairs. “I’m invested because I’m worried you stubborn fool,” he said finally, his words coming out stressed and frustrated. Percy glanced down to avert his gaze, thinking he owed some sympathy to Charlie. There was only one difference in that Charlie chose to leave and become isolated from the family for a few years. Percy didn’t have to move countries to feel isolated by his family. “He humiliated himself in front of one of the most important Ministry functions-and with that poison I…I told him how disappointed I was in him.”

Charlie furrowed his eyebrow at the other, folding his arms over. “Worried?” He hadn’t expected that from Percy, in fact, he thought that the other probably just thought he was getting what he had coming to him. “Perce,” he sighed, making himself comfortable in a nearby chair. “You don’t have to worry about me, I’m fine. I know what I’m doing alright. You already have enough on your plate, don’t worry about me.” He told the other. He knew that a lot of the family probably shared in his thoughts, the idea of Charlie in a relationship was strange to them. “Wow,” he nodded. “That’s a lot. I assume he realised that it was the truth serums fault.”

Penny waved her hand in front of her face and let out a small snort. “No, you shouldn’t. I think most of the time I just call everyone Charlie because it makes it easier. Or wait.. That would be Weasley.” In all honesty, she should have known them apart with ease. Every single brother (excluding Ginny because… Well she was a girl) had distinct personalities. So different that if you closed your eyes, there wouldn’t even be a single second of doubt. But alas, their red hair, blue eyes and freckles made everything harder, at least from far away. “And you’re fine. You know I ave never seen you complain so shh.” She grinned and reached for his drink.  “What respect!” Her words came out in a murmur as she was already taking a sip. “Listen, we can dwell on the little mistakes, and be moody-broody, but it’s Christmas. There’s jolly cheer and we get about five minutes of fun. So I say… Christmas!” 

“Remind me to make you a Weasley siblings illustrated dictionary for Christmas, at least then you might have a chance at telling us apart,” he grinned over at her, though he doubted she would ever be able to tell the difference if she didn’t know by now. Charlie let out a small chuckle, reaching for his drink but it was quickly snatched up by her, he sighed, tilting his head at her. “I mean this is blatant disrespect,” he shook his head, leaning back in his chair. “I agree, as long we can enjoy ourselves we need, and I was enjoying that drink and you’ve just stolen it, so I guess I won’t be enjoying myself, huh?” 

Marcus shrugged his shoulders at the words. A dragon would have to be the best present, and the person he was intending it for surely would have the space for it. “I think Wade would appreciate it.” Another grin as he pulled his chair in closer. “Think about it, mate. Sure there are some injuries, but what about if you choose one according to personality? I’ve heard of dragons being nice too. Nurturing, caring. Just as long as it’s not the spiky one. I think that one might cause quite a bit of trouble.” 

“Wade?” Charlie let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. He knew that Wade wasn’t capable of owning dragon, though he’d love to see the man try. “You ever met a dragon?” Charlie asked rhetorically, everyone thought they could handle one till they met them. “Look, even if he was capable, which he isn’t, you need at least half a dozen people to stun a dragon, it’s a illegal to own a dragon in the U.K and for good reason too, so I’m going to have to highly advise you against getting one. Don’t come running to me when it goes wrong.” 

@charliewhqs

​

Red hair, broad shoulders and a fairly attractive face, Penny could have spotted Charlie from miles away. Or confused him with one of his brothers. Unfortunately, that had happened before. So Penny had a system in her head, which she thought cracked the code. “Weasley.” She grinned, proud of her efficient and ground-breaking solution. It was silly perhaps - but if it worked, then it was as good as her finding the next impossible potions. 

Penny slid into a seat in front of him, finally sure that it was indeed - Charlie. “Over the years, I thought that it was going to get easier to spot you and the rest of your clan. At least Molly putting up arrows with names on top of your heads.” She grinned. “But anywho, it’s nearly Christmas, and it’s exciting and I’m excited.” She already had most of her gifts too. Even though the order had meetings and she knew things were serious, they had to also have a small break. At the very least - she hoped for it. 

Charlie heard Weasley before he saw the woman sit in front of him, he’d been writing a letter to the sanctuary back in Romania, he might not officially work there now, but they seemed to still need his advice on certain things. He placed down his quill, a laugh falling from his lips as she made her confession. Somehow, even after being in the same year, and sitting in the same classes, she still mixed up the names, he found it funny now, but he doubted Percy would feel the same way. “I know I should be offended, but it’s almost entertaining at this point. I’m sure the others are honoured that they get to be mixed up with me,” he jested. “Oh, and now you wanna talk about Christmas, no respect Haywood, no respect,” he joked, a smirk rising on his lips. 

Percy dared to spare Charlie a gaze before finally releasing a tense sigh. Since meeting Harriet, he came to the conclusion she was fine and wasn’t too much of a threat. If Percy wanted to bring up her being involved with the Redeemers, work wasn’t the place to do it. Especially when people were already scattered with conspiracies around said Redeemers. “Charlie…you ought to tell them. If this…woman is going to be in your life and ours then it’s better to say something now than later. Just some advice.” Percy thumbed his fingers before drumming them on the desk. His brother’s presence made him unnerved and leaving his office was the break he might need. “I am-” Percy shot a glance around before leaning into Charlie as they walked. “People are highly questionable about everything right now-Kingsley is…I’m having to work more. It’s fine you’re here…just bad timing perhaps.” Even though it was, Percy wasn’t going to shove his brother away. Charlie coming to see him wasn’t an issue. “I did realize-and I’m sure Blackwood won’t let me forget…well sure. I’ve paid my dues for her but-I also…said some…unfortunate words to Shacklebolt.”

“I have told them.” Being around Percy reminded him why he didn’t like being around Percy, if he wanted to be nagged he would’ve asked. “Here’s some advice for you, how about you just avoid talking about subjects that you aren’t properly informed about?” Charlie knew that he shouldn’t rise to it, but sometimes it was difficult not to. He knew that Bill would probably have come up with a better way to deal with Percy, but Charlie hadn’t often cared so much about the subjects Percy brought up. “Never bad timing for a family member to pop in, you realise that when you move out of the country for years- its worse when they don’t do it, actually.” Charlie knew that wasn’t entirely true, but he wanted Percy to think it was. “What did you say? Don’t you worship the guy?” 

Some things were constant and having dinner at the Weasley’s every week was one of those things. It didn’t matter how Fleur was feeling, she knew that she needed to show up and see her in-laws. Victoire usually bugged her most of the week to see her grandparents, uncles, and aunts and Fleur couldn’t deny her child that. When dinner was over, Fleur slipped out and away from the conversation, needing a little bit of fresh air. 

Running into Charlie, Fleur smiled. “Are you alright?” She asked, concerned about him as usual. Things had calmed down a bit since the announcement, but she knew things had been mad. Fleur nodded after a moment, “I needed some air as well. I haven’t been feeling the best.” She paused for a brief second, before revealing with a smile, “I’m pregnant.” 

Charlie’s head snapped to look at Fleur, his eyebrows raised at her before a smile widened on his lip. “You’re pregnant?” he exclaimed, crossing over to her and pulling her into a hug. “That’s amazing news, Fleur, I’m so happy for you- both of you.” He pulled out of the hug. He didn’t even know they were planning to have another child, but it meant that their children would be around the same ages, which was nice. “Bill knows I assume? He’ll probably be annoyed he didn’t get to tell me first,” he laughed. 

Wade didn’t know what it was about Weasley that boiled such loathsome feelings. Since seeing him with Susan at midsummer, Wade had considered the man annoying and ungrateful. He was broad and too prideful. Even when Wade punched the other man, Charlie seemed unphased. Knowing what Wade knew though, he tried to think differently. Weasley and Harriet were together and he had promised he wouldn’t do anything. He thought that promise covered not messing with Charlie. But it wasn’t his fault he was given Weasley’s name for this evening and Wade had been trying to find a moment to talk to the other man without looking suspicious. They were alone now and Wade felt like fate had been delivered to him without trying. 

“Not quite,” he murmured, rolling his eyes idly. “I’m trying to recall and perhaps you could help me out…where were you during the midsummer evening? I remember you being there…obviously, but then you weren’t and then you were. Could you perhaps enlighten me as to where you were? Can’t stop thinking about that.”

Charlie let out a chuckle. “And that would be your business because...?” he couldn’t help but be entertained by the question. “If I were you I’d worry about your own life, over mine, alright? There’s some friendly advice, because I can promise you,” Charlie slid his hands into his trouser pockets, taking some slow but solid steps towards Wade, “that whatever game your trying to play here, isn’t going to work on me. I can also assure you that you have a way bigger chance of losing. I’m sure that after the events of the Midsummer evening Susan didn’t take too kindly to you becoming aggressive, and that if you were to react in the same way again, that wouldn’t sit too well with her?” Charlie stopped a foot away from Wade, so close that he could’ve heard Wade take a breath. “Think about that, hmm,” Charlie smiled, whether it be out of actual happiness or a fake one, he was unsure. He took a second to stare into Wade’s eyes, not breaking eye contact before, “Anyway, it’s getting cold out here, and we’re missing the party,” he took a step back. “Think about what I said Avery, yeah?” And with that Charlie backed away, turning around only as he got far enough away that it was safe to do so, and whistle a tune that would sound familiar to another wizards ear, and into the room he disappeared. 

@charliewhqs​

It had been a long while that Marcus put thoughts into presents. Or anything, really. With all that was happening, he wanted more than anything to join his cousin, to be in the middle of this chaos, rather than on the side of it. So instead, he chose to drink it all away, take whatever Greg had at the moment, while still showing up to work as fresh as a daisy. He had a lost talent, if he dared to call that himself. 

But this time, he wanted to do something that was out of the ordinary, perhaps dabble his toes in fate and see if anything could be changed. If anyone would notice a thing. “Charlie,” he grinned as he finally saw the man he was looking for. “You know, I’ve been wondering, what’s the best dragon to get for Christmas?” 

“To get for Christmas?” Charlie folded his arms over, a serious look crossing his feature. “How about no dragon at all? I doubt you know how to care for- or look after a dragon. Plus, they’re not pets, if you’re looking for a pet I recommend an owl or a cat or something that doesn’t mind being in an enclosed space, definitely not a dragon.” Charlie was adamant about that. “Trust me on that one, I’ve had my fair share of dragon injuries and I doubt whoever your buying it for won’t be able to cope with that part of the job.” 

Harriet couldn’t believe how far they’d come. She loved Charlie more than she’d ever loved anyone before and he made her so completely content. She’d been scared initially when they learned about the pregnancy, but she felt like even since then they’d come a long way. Harriet rolled her eyes playfully at her boyfriend. “Oh, it’s always been my dream to stalk you. How did you know?” Harriet leaned into Charlie slightly, a smile on her face. “Very lucky.” 

She rubbed her hands over her bump as he began to make tea for the both of them. She thought about the babies and their names. It seemed so easy to name them after his family. He had connections with them. Harriet felt like she was alone most of the time. Pondering the thought for a long moment, she finally decided, “What about Eleanor? It’s my middle name. Ellie for short.” 

“i just knew,” he shrugged, a twinkle in his eye as he winked at her. Charlie took a sip from his cup as he waited for an answer. He knew that life had changed significantly more for Harriet, he knew that she’d been thrown into an unfamiliar world, one that some people didn’t welcome her into, but he hoped that one day she’d walk through the door of the Burrow and feel at home, he hoped. “I love that,” a smile rose on his lips. “Benji and Ellie.” He knew that they still had quite a few weeks to go, but it felt all the more real with the name. 

The man placed his cup down, placing a hand on her bump with a smile. “And... you can absolutely say no to this, but I was thinking- seen as its twins and all- maybe we should honour George, remind him that we know what this means... so how about Georgina for her middle name?” he raised an eyebrow. 

Anthony hadn’t gotten much sleep lately. That wasn’t exactly a new experience for him but it still probably did need saying. He’d gotten less sleep than he normally did. Things in America were tense, almost worse than here, and dating Luna had him on cloud nine. It was a very odd set of contrasts.

At the sound of Charlie’s voice he nearly tripped himself on the way into the lift. He hadn’t expected to see Charlie here. Didn’t Charlie work with dragons? Were there even dragons here? “Oh!” He said, smoothing down his shirt to pretend he hadn’t gotten a shock. “Yeah, I uhh, I’m the MACUSA liaison. Does Britain have dragons?”

The shock on the others face was obvious, but he pretended not to notice, just to be nice. In fairness, he probably should’ve announced himself properly instead of pouncing on him with a question that had an obvious answer. “Nice- yeah Britain has dragons,” he chuckled, looking over at the other. “They mainly stay up in the mountains, but every now and then one escapes, and somehow I got dragged into dealing with this one, I guess that’s what happens when you hang around in the country too long, huh?” 

“It’s been way too long, mate. I agree.” He nodded, smiling in greeting at his friend. Both of them had quite the busy lives, especially Charlie now that Harriett was having his baby, his babies-plural. Twins sounded like a crazy concept to Oliver, it would be a lot to handle, but he didn’t doubt that Charlie could do it. He didn’t know Harriett well enough but despite their rocky start he was willing to put that to the side and be nice to her due to the fact that she was with Charlie. Even if she had been a Redeemer. “Honestly, neither can I. Katie’s been a little under the weather but she felt better today. Practically forced me out of the house.” He chuckled. He had the tendency to hover and be overprotective when Katie was hurt or sick, as he had found out after she came back from being kidnapped. 

Even after she had gotten her memory back he had been afraid that she would break any second and kept his distance, which lead to a few misunderstandings between them that they luckily solved by now. “How are things at home? Harriet’s due soon right? Not really sure how long pregnancies last.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that, I’m sure she’ll get better soon,” he nodded to the other. “I’m glad she pushed you out of the house though, I needed a bit of a break- not that I don’t love being with Harriet, I do, of course, but it’s a bit overwhelming at times. I mean think about it, this time last year I was travelling back and forth between Romania and England, certain that I was going to be a lone wolf for life- and happy about it- everything changed,” he was happy that it had, but sometimes he needed a second to himself. “Yeah, she due very soon. Exciting.” He grinned. It was exciting, he couldn’t wait to be a dad, but in this current climate, there was also a fear that came with it. Would he be raising children in war times, like his parents had? He hoped not. 

“You do realize siblings trust and share things with each other, right?” Percy replied in a snipped and condescending tone. For a moment, he ignored his work in favor of something more stressful which was Charlie. His brother had forfeited the chance to tell him about Harriet, the Redeemers, and having twins. It seemed like a lot especially when done in an impatient tone as if Percy was last to know. Percy glanced around to make sure that no one was looking at Charlie when in fact most were. He was all broad shouldered and tall. Most people looked at him for his features or because he could call a room’s attention. Percy paled in comparison but he didn’t need his brother to distract his work or anyone else’s. “Your timing is impeccable,” Percy muttered under his breath as he snatched his jacket from his chair and gestured for Charlie to follow him. He also carried with him a stack of papers to hand out to departments. “What are you doing with everyone else? Asking if anyone else needed a foot in their mouth? I could have used your comfort campaign that night when I told the secretary of transportation that her only crime is having no taste.”

Charlie bowed his head, a small smirk on his lips as Percy made his jab. He could’ve come back with something equally condescending, but it was much better to rise above it, he’d prefer not to get into another argument. “And I do trust and share things with you, Perce,” he nodded. “You were one of the first to know. Be grateful you weren’t Ron, I’m not even sure he knows yet,” he joked, though he had pulled his other brother aside to tell him the news last week. Charlie knew that he wasn’t the closest with Percy, but he was trying, especially when the man wasn’t particularly close with any of their other siblings. “You almost sound like you’re not happy to see me,” he grinned over at his brother, walking along with the other. “Just visiting them- if I’d have known you needed saving, I would’ve been there, Perce, but I’m sure that she understood after the realisation that there was veritaserum in the drinks- and if she didn’t, then you did her a favour by telling her the truth. Now she can try to be better.” 

Charlie collapsed into one of the old armchairs, across from where Bill was sitting, looking over at the rest of the family scattered around the kitchen, watching as their Mum slapped Ron’s hand away from the food she was making, he grinned before looking back over at Bill. He’d made a promise to Fleur in the kitchen that he would tell Bill about Harriet’s pregnancy as soon as possible, but he didn’t know whether now was the right time, though, if not now, when? “I never realised how much I missed all of this when I was in Romania,” he leaned back in the chair. How was he even meant to go about bringing it up? He looked back over at the other’s to make sure that they were far enough away, before leaning forwards again, placing his elbows on his knees. “Uh, I actually have something to tell you.” 

@billtheweasley​

The man had to visit the Ministry to consult on a case involving a Dragon, this had become more frequent since the Redeemer’s had started to rise. It didn’t take long and once he was done, he found himself making his way back to the lifts, where he spotted a familiar face. “You alright?” he nodded over to the other. “I didn’t realise you worked at the Ministry.”

@anthonyxgoldstein​

The man heard the door open and swing shut behind him, and he turned to greet whoever was approaching him, to be met by Fleur. A smile rose on his lips as he placed his hands into his pockets, “Just getting some air,” he nodded. “What’s your excuse?” 

@fleurisabelleweasley​

Charlie walked into the Three Broomsticks, it was quieter than the Leaky Cauldron and he appreciated that, spotting Oliver on one of the stalls at the bar. “Long time, no see,” he commented with a grin, patting the other on the back. “I can’t even tell you the last time I came here.” 

@oliverdwood​