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IS THAT KENYA??!?!??!???
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His Final Word
Summary: The moon is high, the wind blows and the occasional owlâs hoot breaks the silence of the night. Kate and Charlie are asleep in their cabin in Romania, until uninvited guests make an appearance. And they donât come empty handed. (1/1)
Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Jacobâs sibling (mc)
A/N: You donât need to read other fics to understand but there are hints for those who have.
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Kate slowly unglued her eyelids open. She was on her back, facing the ceiling of her bedroom, Charlieâs arm rested comfortably around her hips.
She turned her head on the pillow, the redhead was sleeping soundly on his stomach next to her, his soft snores were one of the few sounds that could be heard.
She focused her vision towards the window, left open to let a soft summer breeze cool the room. From her spot on the bed, she could see the toe-nail shaped moon with a watery halo around it.
The night seemed tranquil; she could hear distant cricket sounds coming from the forest nearby, an occasional owlâs hoot as well if she paid enough attention.
Staring at the ceiling, she focused on her breathing, on her senses. What woke her?
It wasnât uncommon for her to wake up in the middle of the night since the war started; she was always on high alert, the softest of sounds interrupting her rest, even more so since the animagus potion took effect.
She remained there, eyes open, staring into nothingness, only listening. She placed both hands to Charlieâs forearm, drawing circles with her thumbs against his rough skin.
A sudden gust of air created goosebumps on her arm, making her squeeze his in return.
Kate couldnât see him, but his snores stopped and his forearm pressed a bit more around her hips. Charlie moved beside her, closer, his naked torso acted as a barrier between her and the window, his warmth acting as a balm against her uneasiness.
Still on his stomach, he slid a strong thigh on top of hers and she sighed, closing her eyes momentarily as his lips pressed against her shoulder.
She shifted one hand to continue her caress towards his shoulder, meeting the soft burn scar on his biceps, and then down to his wrist again.
ââts wrong?â he whispered against her neck, making her shiver again for entirely different reasons.
âDonât know.â She matched his tone of voice, afraid to disrupt her concentration and his sleep, which he was clearly fighting against.
After a moment, Charlieâs body became limp again as soon as sleep took him. Not hearing anything out of the ordinary, Kate let her breathing even out and closed her eyes.
And thatâs when she heard it.
A distant hoof sound, almost lost among the crickets, the owls and the wind. She would have thought nothing of it before her training, but now she was more capable in the legilimency arts, more attuned to her mind and othersâ and more in control of what the voices and shadows inside her mind meant.
She tensed instantly at the sound, and with forearms against the bed, she lifted her torso.
Charlie was up instantly, hair ruffled, panting. He took his arm and leg from her and grabbed her inner elbow gently and questioning.
âSomeoneâs here.â She murmured.
They were frozen in place, tuning their hearing for any indication of a threat. The candles were out, the cabin was almost dark except of the blue light coming from the moon. She could only discern Charlieâs profile.
âMuggles?â he questioned, and she shook her head. She waited several long seconds, the pressure in her head intensifying, the fog of her mind clearing as the figure or figures got closer.
âThree wizards.â
Almost in exact coordination, the couple reached under their respective pillows and retrieved their wands. Charlie left the bed and closed the window, immediately leaving them in a deafening silence. As he put a shirt over his head, he could get a glimpse of a catâs tail leave the room. Kate was nowhere to be seen.
She marched in cat form across the small kitchen and living room, towards the front door and jumped on one of the windowsills beside it. Peaking through the curtains, she could see them.
Three hooded figures stood at the entrance of the forest, staring at the cabin. She was uncertain they could see her, but it felt like they were looking directly at her.Â
She waited.
It was more difficult to use legilimency while in her animagus form, it required too much energy, and it carried a risk of dropping the cat form accidentally. However, she was skilled enough to get intentions and superficial thoughts.
She heard Charlie move behind her, towards the fireplace, inside the fireplace.
The figures were on the move, towards the cabin, slowly. They were men, she sensed, and two of them were carrying something behind what it seem their leader. They moved cautiously and stopped to talk to each other once before resuming their pace. As they got closer, Kate could see the leader draw his wand.
âThree men. One of them with a wand. The rest carrying things. Should I scare them?â she thought to Charlie.
âAre they walking towards us?â Charlie thought back.
âYes.â
âProtection is up, though.â
âThey know.â
She watched as the man with the wand tested the cabin. He held his wand up, receiving the soft âwhoomâ sound of the spell around the house as it bounced back at him. They shared another hushed conversation, close enough to the cabin where Kate could hear some words, one of them being her name.
âThey know me,â She thought, surprised.
âThis is the moment to stop them there, love.â
Kate waited until the figures stood right at the bottom of the porchâs stairs. The two men on the back seemed unsure, they were shifty, changing their weight from foot to foot. But the leader had a calculating mind, he knew exactly where he was, and as close as he was, she could discern their thoughts more.
âThereâs a cat in the window.â One of them whispered. Their leader looked in her direction but kept silent. Kate just stared at him, hoping to unnerve him enough so they would think twice before approaching the door. But his mind was focused, intrigued, questioning. She couldnât see his face yet, and this was starting to agitate her.
The man raised his foot, still staring at her, searching for something, and when he placed it on top of the first step, she had enough.
âBe careful, now.â she said into his mind slowly.
The man froze momentarily before putting his foot down. Accepting her suggestion. Before she could do it herself, the man took his hood down.
Moonlight hit his face, revealing a pale wrinkled expression with thin, almost unhealthy features. Sharp, yellowish eyes stared at her.
âMiss Williams?â he said in a grave voice.
âSir, are you talking to the cat?â
She didnât respond right away, instead she inspected him; his stance, his hands, the way he carried himself with an air of importance, the satisfied smile of having found what he was looking for.
âThis may sound bonkers, but I think this is the minister of magic and two aurors.â she informed Charlie. She could feel his confusion, but didnât respond. Focusing on the visitors again, she carefully avoided his question.
âItâs a little late for a visit.â she thought into his mind.
The man nodded, placing his wand inside his sleeve, and raising his hands. A silver ring on his pinky finger shone with the moonlight.
âIâm afraid this could not wait,â he started carefully out loud. âMy name is Rufus Scrimgeour.â
Kate wanted to hum with satisfaction at her correct assumption.
âI heard that.â Charlie informed.
Kate waited, keeping the cat façade a little while longer, trying to intimidate them. She was succeeding with the other two, she sensed, but with Scrimgeour, not so much.longer,
âI have an important message from Albus Dumbledore to Katherine Williams and Charles Septimus Weasley.â
Her ears perked up involuntarily, and she cursed silently. With a nod of her head, the two aurorsâ hoods snapped back to reveal their faces. Kate didnât recognise them.
âShould I?â Charlie asked.
âGo ahead.â
Charlie moved his wand, and the heavy bolt of the door unlocked. With another swish, the wooden door opened, making dragged creaking sounds on its way.
Scrimgeourâs eyes left her to stare at the now open entrance. Kate left the windowsill as soon as he got distracted, crossed the room and hopped on the fridge. Now, the door was flanked; the black fur helped her blend in the shadows on the right side, and from her spot she could sense Charlie across from her, hidden inside the fireplace on the left side of the door.
As soon as the three of them entered the small kitchen, Charlie closed the door and locked it from afar, Kate hopped off the fridge and transformed mid air before waving her wand, expelling the two aurorsâ wands hidden in their belts towards her. Charlie took charge of Scrimgeourâs wand, catching it with ease before waving a hand to light the candles scattered around the room.
Soon, the three visitors had two wands pointing at their heads.
Kate eyed Charlie briefly, admitting they didnât look too intimidating; her with messy brown locks wearing a tank top and shorts, and Charlie with copper curls sticking out in every direction, dark circles under his eyes and only wearing boxers and a Holyhead Harpies merchandising shirt.
âIâm sure you understand the precautions, sir,â Charlie stated.
âOf course.â Scrimgeour bowed his head and turned to Kate. âYou are a very skilled young witch.â
Kate eyed him carefully, before turning her gaze towards the two aurors. They didnât seem scared or bothered about their wands, almost as if they were expecting it. One of them was holding a heavy wooden chest and the other a black velvet bag. She looked at Scrimgeour again.
âThanks.â
Only when Kate lowered her wand, Charlie retreated his own.
âAlthough I donât remember seeing you in the Ministry registering your animagus form.â He accused with smirking eyes.
âI suppose you had the day off at that moment.â Scrimgeour huffed a chuckle, and linked his fingers in front of him.
âTea?â Charlie offered, making his way towards the kitchen. He passed right next to her, and Kate resisted the urge to caress his arm. Instead, she approached the aurors.
âYou can leave⌠whatever that is,â she looked at Scrimgeour, âover there.â
âThat, Miss Williams, is Albus Dumbledoreâs message.â He sat down on the small couch, producing a letter from his breast pocket.
âYou have some nerve disarming the Ministry of Magic like that.â One of the aurors said.
âNow, Arius, this is a⌠special circumstance. You must understand we are living in very unique times.â
âThatâs one way to put it.â Charlie said from the stove.
âHold on⌠what happened to the cat?â asked the other man. Kate lifted a brow, amused, and walked over to the small settee across Scrimgeour.
A wooden tray with five cups and a pot flew over to them and rested on the coffee table. Kate reached out to serve the tea while Charlie took a seat next to her.
Scrimgeour eyed them curiously.
âI cannot seem to pinpoint the relationship you held with Dumbledore. Both of you. Apart from the involvement you had back in the day of the Cursed Vaults incident, of course.â
The two aurors stood behind him, alert but relaxed. She sensed Charlie relax beside her as well.
âOur history, Minister, is long and complicated. And it seems to have stayed that way even after his death. Tell me, what could be so important for you to spend time and resources tracking and following us here?â she took a sip from her cup.
âFirst, let me congratulate you both in that regard. You left almost no trace of your movements back in England, it was a mighty task. But I felt it was my responsibility to deliver this for you. I understand that your brother is getting married in a few daysâ time, Mr Weasley?â
Charlie tensed.
âYes, sir.â
âWe will meet again there, as I must discuss some more details of Dumbledoreâs death with other individuals, but the instructions were clear for both of you; we needed to be alone.â
âHeâs sincere.â
âFor now.â
With a wave of the hand, the letter flew in the air and opened, revealing an official document signed by A. Dumbledore.
âWhat I brought to you is the Last Will and Testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore,â he read. Before he changed to the second page, Kate could have sworn that she saw the name Harry Potter on the first page, but Scrimgeour didnât comment on it.
âTo Mr Charles Septimus Weasley, I leave an extremely curious artifact I stumbled upon in my youth. I have always had a clear idea of the places I needed to go, so this glove may aid him more that it served me.â
With a confused look, Charlie slowly untied the velvet bag one of the aurors had put on his lap. With gentle hands, he retrieved a single leather glove, meant to be a twin for a set of quidditch gear.
Kate studied his face and then the glove, trying to identify the degree of danger that it could offer. Charlie seemed to trust Dumbledoreâs judgement, for he slid his right hand inside of it.
Everyone in the room held their breath, staring intently at his arm.
But nothing happened.
He stood, flexing his fingers as he tested the leather, and made his way towards a nook next to the fireplace. A couple of brooms rested against the stone and he grabbed one of the sticks.
Still, nothing.
Scrimgeour visibly deflated, and with a sigh, he kept reading.
âTo Miss Katherine Williams, I leave first and foremost my profound and sincere apology along with my most valued chest. Inside, 32 vials of ingredients in the hopes she will regain some more insight in these trying times.â
The chest was polished, no signs of locks or buttons to open it. One of the aurors placed it on the coffee table in front of her. Scrimgeour couldnât take his eyes off it.
âWe werenât able to open it.â
Both Charlie and Kate snapped their heads at him.
âWhy would you want to?â Charlie accused.
âA matter of security, I assure you.â
âOf courseâŚâ Kate murmured with a huff.
She leaned in and when the palms of her hands touched the sides of the box, the lid opened with force, making her gasp.
âFascinating.â the Minister exhaled.Â
Inspecting the vials, Kate noticed a translucent liquid inside each of them, apparently the same for all the flasks. Picking one up, she read the label;
Durmstrang, 1996
Her breath caught up in her throat. Grabbing another flask, she turned the tag;
Williams Manor, 1981
Kate left them where they belonged in haste and closed the lid, sealing the magic chest once again. Charlie was looking at her with wide eyes, and she knew he understood the meaning behind the content of those flasks.
Scrimgeour stared expectantly.
âVery rare ingredients, some of them⌠not too legal. Dumbledore knew I had the intention of keeping up with my alchemy.â
Scrimgeour hummed, not convinced.
âVery well, then.â
âSir,â Charlie started, âI hope you donât mind, but it will be best to leave the place as soon as possible.â
Kate snapped out of her thoughts and agreed, standing up.
âWe appreciate the trouble of you coming all the way here, but⌠with all due respect, you are a walking bullâs eye at the moment.â
The Minister seemed surprised by Charlieâs bluntness, but Kate could see the acceptance in his eyes as he stood. She returned the wands to each of the owners, and Scrimgeour smiled in gratitude.
âI guess we will meet each other in a short time. Weasley, Williams. We will see ourselves out.â Charlie cordially shook his hand, and Kate followed suit.
After waving a hand, the tray flew over to the sink, and the flames of the candles died down, leaving them in semi-darkness. Kate watched from the window, as the Minister and his two aurors dissolved into the night, disapparating just when they reached the border of the forest. She remained there, arms crosses, staring at the moon with a light frown between her brows.
Soft steps approached her, and soon Charlieâs broad chest was pressed against her, his arms around her middle. She brought her hands on top of his forearms and stood in a loving embrace for a while. She could sense his troubled mind.
âI donât like this,â she breathed. The redhead tightened his grip around her, keeping an eye on the forest.
âMe neither.â
âI donât even want to know how he found us.â
Charlie sighed against her shoulder, resting his lips there, pensive. After a moment, he raised his head again.
âWhat I would do⌠is find me first. Itâs easy, the dragon reserve is well known, and he has the means to track magic along a vast perimeter. And even if we erased every movement related to you in London, you had to register in Bucharestâs hospital to be able to work there.â
Kate tsked.
âAnd they had a whole month to do so.â
âDo you really think heâs a⌠what did you say? Walking bullâs eye?â
Charlie sighed, hiding his face on the side of her neck.
âItâs a matter of time. The fastest way to control wizards is the Ministry. With a couple of corruptible aurors and the right contacts⌠they just have to find the right moment.â
âWhy does your brother need to make a grand party out of this? Reuniting a bunch of skilled witches and wizards, known figures, important figures all in one place. This is the worst timeâŚâ
âIâm just trying to support himâŚâ he whispered, his voice small, almost broken.
Kate turned in his arms, placing her palms to his chest and caressing her way up his neck.
âI know⌠Iâm sorry.â
âI have argued with him about this. Believe me, Iâve tried.â he couldnât meet her eyes, his gaze was fixed on her collarbones.
âI also know that.â
âPlease⌠letâs just⌠this is important to him.â Kate nodded, pressing her body against his, her hands sneaking around his shoulders in an amorous hug.
âAlright,â she whispered in his ear. ââm sorry.â
He relaxed in her arms, exhaling softly at the feeling of her fingers untangling his hair, and her soft pecks on his neck. All too soon, she stopped, remaining still in his arms.
âThose are my memories, Charlie.â He was afraid she would go towards the box, leaving his embrace, he wasnât ready. But Kate held onto him tighter. âMemories he stole, or had someone else steal for him. And he has the⌠audacity to say he apologises, leaving them to me, implying itâs a legacy instead of a debt.â
One of Charlieâs hand held her head, gently massaging the back of her neck.
Kate kept her gaze on the wooden box and the velvet bag next to him in silence.
âTomorrow, love,â He placed a kiss on her temple, and a second and another one for good measure. âTomorrow.â
Kate nodded, untangling herself from him just enough to hold his hand. After one last look towards the forest, they marched hip to hip towards the bedroom, dreading the events that would take place under a wedding tent some days later.
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Romania
The seventh years increasingly found themselves under the pressure of having to remember everything theyâd ever learned for their N.E.W.T.S. And it wasnât just them, the teachers were clearly feeling the pressure as well, not only were their fifth years about to take their O.W.L.S. in the coming months, but there seventh years were also about to take one of the hardest, and most final tests they would ever take for their various higher order classes. The students could tell that the professors had their attention divided, not to mention strained.
And (Y/N) and her friends knew what the exams meant for them. It meant the difference between what job they would be likely to get in the future, what their future would even look like. She did not miss the strain on her Ravenclaw friendsâ faces as they struggled over preparing to prove their merit. To be honest, she felt it as well. But at the same time, she was growing more and more confident in her abilities. Even with that confidence though, there were some mishaps.
The pus spat out of the bubotuber so that everyone around the table, including (Y/N) herself, had to jump away in order to avoid being hit by the bubbling stuff.
Tulip started laughing behind her and (Y/N) rolled her eyes, trying to keep her chuckle in check as Professor Sprout gave them a weary look.
Quickly, with Badeeaâs help, she cleaned up the mess in front of her and they were able to catch up with Andre and Talbott whispering instructions to them.
(Y/N) sighed as they made their way back to castle, the remains of the slight burns from the pus still hurting her hands.
â(Y/N)!â
She spun around, the sight of a glorious redhead running towards her at a jog, a piece of some sort of parchment clasped in the grip of his left hand.
âGo on without me,â she told Andre and Badeea, waving them so that they caught up with the others on their way up the stairs. âWhatâs up,?â she chuckled slightly as Charlie stopped before her, out of breath.
She wasnât sure, but she could have sworn he flinched.
He glanced back towards the way the others had gone, then behind him. âTake a walk with me around the Black Lake?â
âOf course.â
They walked side by side to the lake, asking each other how they were, but not really talking much, she could feel something, nerves in Charlie and knew she was right when he stuttered upon them reaching the beachy shores.
âI received a letter today from the Romanian Dragon Conservation Department.â
(Y/N) gaped with a smile.
âNo way.â
Charlie nodded, his eyes alight. âThey offered me a job there.â
(Y/N) elbowed him with her side arm, laughing. âThatâs so exciting, Charlie. Thatâs way better than watching over guard dragons. Itâs exactly the environment you wanted to be in. Itâs exactly what you want.â
He smiled, âYeah.â And turned his grinning face out of the sun so it wouldnât blind him.
âWhen do you start? In the fall? Right after graduation? Next year?â
âIn three weeks.â
(Y/N) froze and she could feel Charlie still beside her. The air seemed to even freeze in the air, though she had thought the winter was starting to give way to spring early, that didnât seem to be the case. She didnât yet feel the winter in her heart. But if she had had the awareness to notice, she would have felt the frozenness. The still cold.
âAnd youâre taking it?â She knew, she justâŚhad to make sure. Had to hear it, especially from him.
âI am,â he replied quietly, so quietly.
She moved to walk again, but didnât get very far as Charlie didnât step forward with her.
She turned back.
âWhy do they need you so soon?â
âThey had an injury. They needed a replacement right away.â
That was the other thing. The danger. She had always known what he loved; it was hard not to know. Everyone knew his passion. Not just for magical creatures, but for arguably the most dangerous, the most untameable of all magical creatures.
And therefore the most beautiful to Charlie Weasley.
She couldnât fault him for who he was. The way he was was what she loved. It was why she loved him. And that was just the risks, in loving a dragon boy.
âI understand,â she breathed.
Because she did, she knew every part of him, every part of what he loved and what he wanted, as much as she could at least. And she understood. She knew the desire, the drive for something that you wanted, for the future that you wanted. She had felt it often enough, it had driven her to find her brother, it had felt taken from her when Rowan was taken. She even knew the love of magical creatures. And though she didnât, she doubted anyone could love dragons to the extent that he did, she understood why he wanted to go.
And, most heartbreakingly, she realized she wanted him to go.
âI am so happy for you.â
And she was.
She had bowed her head so she felt more than saw his presence come closer, felt him wrap his arms around her as he drew in close enough so she could see the pattern of his muggle sweater, the one he had been wearing when he had gotten the letter, presumablyâwhen his life was to be changed forever.
But she let her forehead fall into his chest, let him hold her.
She had no strength to cry. She did not feel it yet, but she knew she would later. For now, she just focused on breathing, and she felt him breath against her, letting it lull her into not quite a numbness, but a moment in which she allowed herself not think of anything further, not think of the future or anything else, but just to feel him, just to be here in this moment, a dragon boys arms around her as the wind whistled along the black lake and the invisible breeze brushed against them.
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Yes. The Weasleys had too many kids. An analysis. (Part 2 of 2)
So, where were we? Right. The Weasleys have so many kids that it fucks with their family dynamic and with the mental health of everyone involved. Last time, we looked at Molly and Arthur during the war. We ended in 1981, which means that all kids are born, now. Molly is still nursing. (Itâs common to nurse kids up to two or three years, while slowly weaning them, so I assume that this is what Molly does.) Sheâs finally done with becoming pregnant every other year, however. And itâs about time, because her workload is bigger, than any single person can handle. And while it will decrease over time, it will stay enormous for the next couple of years.
Yes. The Weasleys had too many kids. An analysis. (Part 1 of 2)
Everyone who read Harry Potter read about the prejudices regarding the Weasleys: They all have red hair, are poor and have more kids than they can afford. Insert a sneering Malfoy here.
The books were adamant that that was not the case. The Weasleys are depicted as the best family in the books. (Just look at the others. The Dursleys were narrow-minded, bigoted and abusive. The Malfoys were bigoted terrorists. The Lovegoods were weird. Letâs not even start about Merope and Riddle.)
However, if you look closer, the prejudices have some truth to them: They had more kids than they could afford. However, money isnât the issue here, not really.
Yes, the Weasleys are clearly depicted as members of the working class. They donât have much money and fall back on second-hand stuff a lot of the time. Ron in particular is shown to be using hand-me-downs in book one.
However, they donât live in abject poverty. The family owns their own home on their own land. They have a garden to grow their own vegetables and they have chickens. This means that food scarcity shouldnât be a big issue for them, because they can produce a lot of it on their own. (Magic should make this even easier, because they can use it for the gardening stuff. And if we assume that you can duplicate food, this should keep everyone well-fed.)
The main issue when it comes to money isnât that they donât have anything. They have clearly enough money to stay comfortably over water. They just donât have enough money to buy all the fancy shit the wizarding world uses as status symbols. (Like racing brooms and dress robes.)

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yushi close your heart!!!!1
Oshitari Kenya + tv tropes
So for those of you who say âByeâ in English⌠youâre now/or are American.

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I'll Make A National Team Out of You
Letâs get down to buisness to defeat Rikkai, Did they send dancers, when I asked for tennis players? Youâre the saddest bunch I ever met, But you can bet before weâre through, Seigaku, Iâll make a national team out of you Tranquil as Tezuka, But on fire within. Once you master your moves, You are sure to win Youâre a weak, forgotten powerhouse And you havenât got a chance Somehow Iâll make a national team out of you Iâm never gonna hit a boomerang snake! Say goodbye to resting! Boy, was I a fool for not working on doubles! Buchouâs got them running laps! I really hope that  I can beat him Now I really wish Inui juice didnât exist! A national team! We must be swift like Kenya Oshitari, A national team! With all the force of Genichirou Sanada, A national team! With all the strength of Taka-san, Mysterious as Kippei Tachibana! Time is racing toward us until Nationals arrive Heed my every order and you might survive Youâre unsuited for a regular spot, So pack up, go home, youâre through How could I make a national team out of you? A national team! We must be swift like Kenya Oshitari, A national team! With all the force of Genichirou Sanada, A national team! With all the strength of Taka-san, Mysterious as Kippei Tachibana!
Zaizen and Kenya
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tennis no Oujisama | Prince of Tennis Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Zaizen Hikaru, Oshitari Kenya Additional Tags: Future Fic, College, Pets Are Healing, Friendship Summary:
Seven years later, Zaizen reunites with Kenya.