MyWeasleyVerse

Like...I did it. Like, I'm positing it on Ao3. So if you've been around and want some decently edited story time please go check it out!!!

Also, somebody give me a good writing prompt because I need a fun headcannon to write.

Hi! I can't believe how long it's been. I miss this page so desperately and I've been going through and re-reading my work and what a smile it's brought to my face.

I am still writing Sparks in The Rubble, I'm actually doing a full overhaul and changing the perspective to first person because it kept feeling too detached from Sabine and its been a nice change.

I would like to try and do some headcanon work again but I think I'd need some prompts to get that going again so I'll have to rummage around and look for some.

Wow, so um, big time life things happened...and that was funnnnnn. *please note extreme sarcasm* but as it turns out actually addressing your rapidly declining mental health is the most beneficial route to take. So, ya know, I’ve certainly learned something here. 

Anywayyyyy, if you are still following then hi, I freaking missed you all. If this is somehow finding you in a new capacity then also hi. Welcome. 

I never stopped caring about my Potterverse. I’ve continued to explore and create and curate. But my capacity to share, post and narrate had diminished for quite some time. I had lost a really integral spark that had been fueling more than I realized. But, because I have spent more time in therapy than I’d like to admit, I knew I had to turn everything off and just get through it....don’t ask me what “it” was because I knew there wasn't a distinguishing factor as to what “start” and “finish” was. I just knew that I would recognize when it was time to share again. And I knew it would have to do with my lost spark.

So here I am saying hi, hello. I’ve missed this blissfully ambiguous platform to just geek the fuck out and utilize the universe that my brain escapes the best to. But ensuring that when I do, I utilize it in the healthiest way possible. 

So, for my fam that has remained, I would like to open this up for any writing prompts you may have! Like any. I have continued writing my Sparks In The Rubble story, but my head-cannons have taken a back seat and I want to bring them to the forefront again. I started this whole shenanigan because I was inspired by another Authors fanfic *cough cough* @senlinyu . (Sorry, I had to actually tag you because you have opened up such a beautiful floodgate of creativity and self discovery) *cough cough* So sorry, something in my throat.

I grew up with the books, I lived and grew with the characters, I built so many foundational parts of myself from this story. To have been given this time capsule of a moment. To be able to step into my inner child again and to let her breath air again was so spectacularly life-giving.

I don't know about anyone else, but given the past two years my heart has been feeling like it has been beaten with a bludger.

But having found a repreive from reality in fanfiction I also found magic again. Maybe not the magic Harry or Ron or Hernione weld, but magic that I could weild here in this plane. It was the first time in a long time that I felt, maybe I wasn't drowning. Maybe I could swim.

And sure enough, I can swim. I'm not drowning.

And on this new year and 20th anniversary I watch the special for the series that set the stage for so many parts of my life. It was everything my soul needed it to be.

It was this strange closure I didn't know I needed. I hope if you have the time or are interested, that you sit down and watch it. It was beautiful and brilliant.

Hi, hello, humans, friends, ERMAGERD.

              *vibrates with excitement*

So I just hit 1k reads on ao3 and it may seem silly to some but this is wildly exciting for me. I love this story so much and am so proud of it. I had forgotten what it is like to be so enthralled in a story and how energetically refreshing it can be.

Minus the handful of absolute brain blocks thus far.

I love these characters, I love the journey, I love the plot. It could have 0 hits, and I would still feel this way, but holy shit it's fun to know that other humans have come along for the ride.

If you want a random slice of my brain, some Charlie Weasley, heavy sprinkle of magical creatures and a doxy that will steal your heart please take a look!

Charlie and his daughter.

"But papa, if I let them out they won't ever come back and if they never come back I won't be able to tell them I love them." Tears were pouring down her face as she sat in the middle of their yard clutching a jar of butterflies desperately.

Charlie sighed and sat in the warm grass next to her, wiping her tears with his thumb. At first he wasn't sure what to say, she was five now and had an uncanny ability to turn most conversations into a merry-go-round of illogical arguments which almost always left him questioning everything. This time he decided on a different approach.

"Oh, well, I suppose if that is how you show love for something then they will have to remain in the jar then." He said passively, praying to Merlin she wasn't on to him. He picked a long, wide blade of grass, put it between his thumbs, pressed it to his lips and pushed his breath through, making a low whistling sound.

"I will feed them and I will love them forever, I promise." She said, wiping her wet cheeks with her arm.

"I know you will, you have the biggest heart of anyone I know, but butterflies don't live forever do they? How will you love them after they've gone?" He leaned forward and picked a small dandelion, the white remnants of its maturity dancing with the air.

"Oh, um, well, I think I would maybe love them how we love Uncle Fred." She had the jar lifted and peered inward, watching the iridescent wings flutter.

Charlie's heart ached terribly at her answer while at the same time wincing from how painfully excellent of an answer that was. He watched her think intently at the glass comfine and found himself wondering what she was thinking.

"We do those things to remember him because we don't have him here with us, but the butterflies, they are here and need to be loved in a different way." He scooted ever so slightly towards her and watched the creatures with her , letting himself be part of the moment.

"My absolute dearest one, if we hold on to things out of fear of losing them, then we could lose a little bit of ourselves instead, and that's no good is it?" He placed his hands over hers and lowered the jar, she gazed at him with welling eyes.

"Would they be unhappy?" She finally asked.

"Yes," said Charlie "I would think very. Look at the space around us, the space they are meant to occupy, and then think how strange it may be to suddenly occupy the space of a pickling jar. I don't think you would ever truly want to be the reason another living being felt that way." He gazed at her and took in her off-kilter mess of curls atop her head and the wildly intense look on her face; if she thought any harder she might burst.

"It's like this dandelion" He said, holding it up and twirling its stem between his fingers, "I love these flowers, and I would very much like to keep this and hold onto it. But if I did that then all of these little bits would never have a chance to be taken by the wind to create more dandelions."

Charlie breathed deep and blew onto the flower, sending its tendrils off to be lifted by the breeze. They spun effortlessly in the air as they were led to their new path on the wind.

He heard a small sniffle and looked down to see her slowly unscrewing the lid to the jar; he smiled brilliantly, hiding it as best he could. He could hear her mutterings to the creatures.

"I love you all and I know it hurts me to let you go, but it would hurt you more if I kept you. So you go now and make more dandelions. I will love you like I do my Uncle and it will be okay, I know it." Her voice was small and tender, it carried with it the unbridled love of a small child.

As she lifted the top the butterflies made their way, one by one, out of the jar. The final two to leave flurried around her face, gracing her cheeks with fluttering kisses before joining the wildflowers. Charlie only just realized that he too was weeping.

"You did so well my love, truly." He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in close, catching a delicate scent of pancake batter and wood shavings. He nuzzled his face deeply into her curls and breathed deeply, his ears rang from the clarity of the moment. Pulling away he brought his arms around his knees and gently nudged himself into her.

"You know, we do actually have to talk about the whole Uncle Fred tributes." He raised his eyebrow as she looked to him with a smug little grin.

"Papa, Uncle George said that the best way to honor his memory is to have one mischief worth managing a day." A quick spark shot across her eyes like a firebolt.

"Ah, I see, so it was Georgie-boy. Well, I think we need to brainstorm some new mischiefs' because catapulting a garden gnome into the bathroom while your mother is drawing a bath, well, we may need to dial it back a bit." He only slightly joked, there were heavy undertones of his "dad" voice.

"Yea," She said leaning into him and picking a wide blade of grass and sticking it between her thumbs "it was epic but the recoil from the catapult sent the recycling cauldron flying into the compost bin. That dumb Cockatrice was over there and he must have sparked from the scare and the whole thing caught on fire and exploded." She said nonchalantly, like it wasn't the first Charlie was hearing of it.

Charlie whipped his head around so quickly he felt a vertebrae pop. Before he could utter a word she was picking up the remnants of the beautiful moment they had just shared together and got to her feet.

"I'm sorry, what?" He said, completely floored.

"I'm okay papa, I mean it's a wreck back there, but I'm fine!" She quickly leaned in and kissed him on the cheek while he was still stunned and began to walk back towards the house

"It's? As in "it is"? As in, it is currently a wreck?" He scrambled to his feet and took off after her, his brain still processing the information.

She giggled heartily and from the depths of her belly as Charlie caught up to her and scooped her into his arms. He showered her with smooches and stern demands for answers.

And by, may or may not, I may. Well, I am. Just to clarify.

With heels digging into the earth, hands tangled in her dress, and her hair slipping from its pins, she rushed forward in pursuit. Her cheeks flushed in the sharp coolness of the night air and her hot breath turned to ice.

Her strides were determined and her heart bewildered as she slowed to a stop just a few paces behind Charlie; his shoulders rising and falling with the quick breaths he took.

"You won't even turn around? You won't even look at me?" Her voiced trembled with rage and sorrow.

Charlie made no movement and her heart plummeted to the deepest ravine in her soul.

"You absolute bastard. I was there, I waited for you all night and you never came. I thought that you...that we..." She dropped her head, tendrils of her hair coiled around her face as she stared at her shaking and clenched fists.

"Please, I," He still stood with his back to her, though his feet began to shift in the loose gravel. The wind carried with it the sound of the slowly dying plants in the fields around them as autumn settled deeply.

"Damn it Charlie, look at me." She pleaded, knowing she was owed at least that.

He turned, bringing himself to face her fully, his heart pained at the sight of her; guilt and confusion seared his mind. As he took her the sight of her in, tears rolled down his face.

She stood brilliantly before him, her blue gown graced her body like liquid sapphire while her hair danced around her face dangerously in the wind; her eyes were unyielding in their gaze.

"I was ready Charlie, I was ready for you to be there." She stepped towards him, closing the space between them. She wanted to scream at him, she wanted to hit him repeatedly with her purse, but most painfully of all she just wanted him.

"Charlie, I don't know what is going on. You barely tell me anything anymore, you are gone for weeks at a time and you," her voice trailed as her eyes truly took him in and she realized he was dressed for the evening.

"You were going to come?" Her words were heavy with disbelief.

"I was." His voice felt like gravel in his mouth.

"Why did you not? I have never felt so utterly alone and abandoned. I was in a sea of strangers with my heart in my hands waiting to give it to you." Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, her voice regaining some steadiness.

"The war, it's, it's not going well. Things have taken an unfavorable turn and they are going after muggles. I was going to come, but my family is being watched and if anything happened to you because of me I-" Sorrow and confusion consumed his mind.

"What? You'll what Charlie? You keep leaving me waiting? My heart can't take this anymore. If something happened to me would you bring me Lilacs like you do and make jokes about sweeping me off my feet only to run off and leave me with my heart in my throat? Would you lean in and let me think you were going to kiss me but just fix my hair and sigh?"

Her heart was pounding wildly.

"When are you going to see how utterly in love with you I am Charlie? I know I don't belong in your world, but I opened you to mine and I keep getting left behind. If you don't feel the same way please just tell me-"

Her sentence was silenced by Charlie's lips meeting hers. For that moment there was no heartache, no war, no abandonment, no anger or rage, only her soul singing in fulfillment. She wrapped her arms up around his neck and pushed herself into him, his hands finding their place on her back and pulled her in tightly.

He pulled away first and rested his hothead on hers, breathing in her presence and burning it into his mind. Her body shivered under his fingers.

"I love you. I have loved you for an eternity now, I will always love you."

She looked up into his brilliant eyes and fear began to take place of her anger.

"Then why does this feel like a goodbye? Why do I keep feeling like each time is the last time I'll see you. I can't take this any longer." She searched for any part of him that may tell her other wise, but when he made no sound and his face sunk in sadness, so did her heart.

"You said this war didn't hold a place for you, you said your work was on the outskirts of it. Charlie please, I am begging you, tell me whats happening." Her frozen hands clutched his coat tightly.

"I can't risk it. I can't risk you. I am so sorry." He wept.

She stared at him in horrified realization, letting go of his coat and stepping away.

"Don't you dare Charlie Weasley. Don't you dare take everything we have been through aways from me." Her eyes followed his arm down to his hand and wept as she saw he was holding his wand.

"I will always love you." He whispered.

"Charlie, no."

But before she could take another step he raised his trembling hand, stared at her hate-filled eyes and spoke a word he would never forgive himself for uttering.