My Weasley Universe. Primarily Charlie Weasley. Headcannons, some fic I've been writing and the like. :) Also, gatta do the disclaimer. First. I do not support the transphobic and hateful commentary of the Harry Potter series author. (I am so salty and will not be using her name until necessary further in the disclaimer). You are valid. You have worth. And you will always have my love and support. Second. This is a place for the my Potter-verse (my nickname for the Harry Potter universe) that I've created in my head. No two Potter-verses are exactly alike! I have pulled inspiration from other headcannons, fanfiction authors and stories. I will always pay my respects and give credit where credit is due! I do however have many of my own original headcannons and a story to share, so please come along for the journey. Third. This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Harry Potter world, which is trademarked by J. K. Rowling. I claim absolutely no ownship of her characters or world. Everything I have, am currently, and am going to create are all of my own invention and I do not ascribe them to official cannon. The owner ship I claim is to the intellectual property of my own original characters and creatures. Okay, I think that is it! If you have made it this far welcome! I am looking forward to sharing my Potterverse with you all! My Potterverse is quite different than cannon in a lot of ways, I've taken liberties with the magic system and bloodline concept. I have made assumptions and worked with the magical creatures world and phenomenon. Many relationships are different here than cannon "ships", so keep some flexibility! :) I will do my best with trigger warnings where applicable. I am still learning the system and abbreviations for everything. You are always welcome to reach out to me about anything that speaks to you, or that you have questions about or even if you just need someone to talk to. And feel free to share and use my content to inspire your own! Just @ or tag me :)
Also, can we take a second to appreciate the images I have painstakingly worked on in ArtBreeder. Thank you, AI for assisting my brain in creating these characters. We have some work to do, but we are getting there.
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.
If anyone still follows I hope you are well and hopefully I will be posting again! We shall see!
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.
Where was I? Oh yes, I’m back. If you have any Charlie Weasley notions, Hermione, Weasley, original character or truly any potterverse notions that you want brought to life, then send them my way. I am ready to put words to thoughts again! Sending all the love!
Sabine dreamt of flashing lights and racing feet, pain in her back pulling her closer to her surroundings, her subconscious fighting the urge to surface to the waking world. She was trying to run away from something, no, she was running to something. There was a familiar weight in her arms and something ahead of her, something important that she needed to reach.
But as her body stretched forward, reaching out desperately, she was already too far from it; from her dream world. She could barely make out what she was reaching for and all she could see was something of a blue flame dissolving away from her vision.
Sabine stirred, very aware that she was in pain; a lot of it. Puck was immediately at her side, munching on some greens that had been left behind for him. Quickly her memory flooded back and the entire day swept through her mind's eye. Or was it yesterday? How long had she slept for?
"The egg!" Sabine shouted, forgetting herself and bolting upright. "Aggghhh." She cried in pain. It felt as though there was a lightning bolt in her spine, burning and moving like it was alive.
As she fell back to her pillows her descent was softened by a pair of arms.
"Easy, Charlie is working on that. The egg is safe." Said the voice from behind her, easing her into a sitting position.
"Thank you. Ginny, right?" Sabine asked, recognizing her voice from earlier.
Ginny smiled and nodded.
"That would be I. How are you holding up? Hermione left another batch of potions for the pain. Ligon Hound wounds are a class of their own and need a specific batch of brew to fully stop the magic. We are working on getting that together, so just sit tight." Ginny backed away and pulled the stool underneath her.
She was tall and at first glance slender, but it was only her unguarded softness that hid the strength in her framework. She had slightly darker hair than Charlie that cascaded down her face like liquid fire; she was striking.
"Well, I'm hanging in there, definitely trying to process this all, but honestly I'm more relieved to have found you all. I was beginning to think I was never going to find answers." Sabine paused. "How long was I out for?" She said, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"A solid 32 hours, so it is now Wednesday afternoon and from what Charlie has said he’ll be surprised you're already up, magic wounds heal differently on muggles," Ginny explained, tapping her foot furiously on the ground.
"So, what does a gal have to do for some...well...not this." Sabine motioned to the strange junk garage her magical pop-up triage was surrounded by.
Ginny let out a booming laugh and jumped up and clapped her hands together.
"That is something we are working on, well, someone rather."
"Ahem." A stern voice interlude.
"Ah, and there she is. The matriarch herself. Sabine, this is my mother Molly." Ginny did an overly dramatic flourish and bow as Molly Weasley stepped forward, seriousness shrouding her face.
"Oh for Merlin's sake Ginerva. Go back to the house and help your brothers set everything up, Ron just arrived and is already starting in with the others."
"Oh, that's my cue, gotta go kick some arse." Ginny winked at Sabine and made a quick gesture towards the pillows.
Sabine smiled at Ginny and nonchalantly scooped up the chocolate bar she had left her there and slid it into her lap. Ginny again disappeared into thin air and her light presence was swallowed up by Molly's heavy energy.
The stout woman didn't move from her spot. She stared intently at Sabine, who was convinced she was staring at her soul. The woman looked exhausted, dark circles encased her under eyes and her lips pursed together, barely hiding how cracked they were from dehydration.
"Who the bloody hell are you and why have you been searching for my son." Molly was tense and her words were more so.
"Sabine, Sabine DiGasperi. I'm from the states and I, well, I don't even know how to explain….but everyone I asked told me I needed to find Charlie. Him and something about a newt and a salamander, but I tried to explain it was an egg, not a salamander." Sabine explained poorly. She didn't know what to say to the woman or what kind of answer Molly was looking for.
"I am so sorry for all of this and if there was any misunderstanding about my intent in seeking out Charlie. I am eternally grateful and I truly don't think I would be alive right now if it weren’t for him. This wild goose chase that I've been on has been exhausting, but so important to me and from everything everyone I asked told me, Charlie was the man to look for, so I did. I wish I had more than that for you, but it's just the truth." She offered the last of her response and hoped it was enough.
Molly's gaze softened and her body relaxed. Sabine could finally see how lovely she was through her tired complexion. She could see that her face was kissed with laugh lines and her eyes carried tenderness with their gaze.
"Alright. We will get you set up until you are well enough to leave. We are securing your belongings for you from the Inn so you won't have to worry about that. Just keep your fingers out of anything that moves on its own and don't go near the gnomes, they've all been riled up and are wreaking havoc." Molly tutted, though her mind seemed to be elsewhere.
Sabine's mind raced with images of angry ceramic garden gnomes floating around some hedges; the hedges were also floating. She shook the image from her mind.
"Don't touch anything and don't bother the gnomes. I can do that." She affirmed.
"Good. And…." The woman paused and for a fleeting moment, she gave Sabine a pleading look that was quickly replaced with cold sternness. "Don't hurt Charlie."
Molly disappeared and Sabine was left alone unsure as to what the last comment was about but took a mental note of it.
"Alright Puck, it's time to go check this Burrow out."
If you haven't seen the Harry Potter special, watch it. If you loved the books, watch it. It you loved the films, watch it.
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.
Happy new year my friends, may you all find the brilliance in yourselves that I've found in the world again.
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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!
Funny story, when I started the hphm game, I named my MC Claire Ryman and I just kept calling her Kate for no reason and after a while I just couldnt stand getting it wrong all the time, so I changed it.
Give it a try, and change the name, perhaps things will be easier 😌
Ok, I just need to take a moment and shout out some advice that was a friggin game changer. After changing my characters name it was like a flood gate had been opened!
So, thank you to all the humans who have offered their experience and suggestions along the way. You have been heard and it has been appreciated.
"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.
Sabine sank into her throne of pillows, feeding herself chocolate that made her toes tingle warmly. She cracked a piece in half and peered at it suspiciously.
"This is a modern marvel and I would very much like to take a bath in it." She said, eyes locked on the mysterious confection.
"Pfffffffttttt" Charlie spewed the tea he had just sipped across a pile of thesaurus and only just narrowly missed Sabine.
"Oh my gods, I didn't mean-" Sabine started.
"No! No, I know, I just, um, well I did take a bath in it actually." He admitted through his sleeve as he wiped his mouth. Sabine raised an eyebrow at him in suggestive curiosity.
"When I was a kid! I wanted to know if it would do the whole roasty-toasty thing. I don't know, in my head it made sense." He threw a hand on the back of his neck, realizing he probably sounded like a nutter.
"Well? Did it?" He looked back at her, her olive eyes on him, clearly invested in the outcome. He chuckled.
"Yea," He smiled "Yea it did. And I smelt like chocolate for a week."
Sabine broke out in a contented smile and gazed back at the chocolate. "I knew it." She whispered.
"You still with me? Or has Hermione's potion done you in? I don't know if you're aware, but those pillows seem to be consuming you slowly." Charlie joked but hoped perhaps Sabine would give in to sleep. She had been fighting it for the past hour and he was at a complete loss for where she was getting the willpower from. Between the wound, blood loss and then being told all of this he had no idea how she hadn't gone into shock again.
"Mmmmm" She snuggled into a massively large pillow that Charlie had used engorgio on at Sabine's request. "You are a wizard, you love dragons, like really really love dragons; you are an actual dragonologist with a plethora of magical animal knowledge, hence why I was directed to you. Am I on track so far? " She asked through resting eyes.
"So far so good " He responded.
"You think the egg is connected to an assignment you're on from the bossy magic people."
"Ministry of- oh forget it, that is honestly more accurate."
"And you don't know why these creatures keep finding me, but you think Hermione has some suspicions. And you won't tell me about your fancy magic world."
"I mean when you put it that way it doesn't sound like I was very helpful." Charlie paused and leaned in towards Sabine, seriousness claiming his face. "Sabine, I promise you I am going to help with this dragon."
"I know, I can see it in your eyes, it's important to you too. I just, I have to make sure it's safe, I don't know why or how to explain it. It's just so important." Sabine could feel her eyes getting heavy. She had held rest at bay and knew she couldn't do it for much longer.
"It's all so strange, I always somehow know what to do for these creatures. I didn't know it was a dragon egg until tonight but I knew I needed to keep it warm. I had a friend of mine make this whole rig for it, some fancy thermal technology." She repositioned herself on her side and sank into a pillow breathing slowly to manage the pain.
Charlie stared at her, not knowing what to do. On one hand, he could just take the egg from her and deal with it himself; he knew that's what the ministry would have him do. If he were to report the egg as found he would have to report Sabine as well and while things in the Wizarding world had changed, she was an unaware muggle and that would leave him to have to obliviate her, assuming she wouldn't be handed over to the ministry staff. He had sworn to himself he wasn't going to put himself in this position again.
Now, on the other hand, there was something else going on and he just hadn’t had enough time to figure it out, something more that he hadn’t found yet, something that put his magic on edge. It felt magnetic and urgent. And technically he didn’t actually know if this egg is even a dragon egg let alone the dragon egg he was detailed to locate by the minister himself. There are probably loads of magical eggs that get left on muggle’s doorsteps.
“You do that when you're anxious.”
Charlie snapped out of his trance and looked to Sabine. Puck was ripping the foil bit of the chocolate wrapper and adorning her locks with the reflective pieces. They caught the light from above and dazzled the room with sparks of iridescence. Charlie caught his breath and for a moment forgot about everything but the luminescent stranger in front of him.
“The hands through the hair thing.” She said, mimicking the motion. “I noticed you do it when you are ruminating.”
“Ruminating?” Charlie asked, now hyper-aware that his hand was indeed in his hair.
Sabine laughed shortly, breathing sharply with the pain it brought.
“Are you going to tell me that wizards can fly on literal brooms but you haven’t got therapists?” She laughed again, more mindful of her body, and sighed. She could feel the sleep reaching in, she felt like there was so much more she needed to do and she kept feeling like she was on the clock. She looked around at the beautiful display of Puck’s craftsmanship and smiled.
“Sometimes you don’t need magic for something to be magical.” She whispered, more to herself than to Charlie. Puck stilled for a moment before making his way to her ear to chatter quietly to her. She listened to him, listening for the parts of his language she could understand; she hadn't fully figured it out.
"He keeps going on about a fire. I can't seem to make out the whole thing, but since the egg arrived he has said this bit over and over. He gets all riled up too, pokes me in the temple sometimes...don't really know what that's about." Sabine yawned, unaware of Charlie's intent and fixed gaze.
"You're going to have to share how you figured out his language. " He said.
"A magician never reveals their secrets," Sabine responded. She opened an eye that she didn't remember closing, and squinted skeptically at Charlie upon his clear lack of a response to her joke.
Charlie could tell he was missing something and raised an eyebrow at her.
"Oh come on. Seriously? That's not a thing?" She closed her eyes and gave into her consort of pillows. "It seems my humor is lost on you, Charlie Weasley."
Charlie chuckled and dimmed the light with a quiet incantation.
"No, I don't think it all is." He stood to apparate but lingered for a moment and turned back to Sabine, whose slow and shallow breaths signaled she finally fell asleep.
He smiled, following a stray prism of light, and was reminded that perhaps you really didn't need a spell to see magic.
Hi, hello, I have the next Chapter up. I get so jazzed everytime I proofread because, I don't know, I just love this story. Enjoy!
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It took Charlie a moment to realize Sabine's gaze was on them; he froze when his head turned and met her eyes, Puck continuing his barrage of blurred arms and discontented shouting until he calmed enough to realize Charlie was no longer fighting back. He kicked Charlie in the chin with two of his legs and grumbled as he followed his gaze towards Sabine. The both of them were frozen and staring.
"You're the angry tomato!" Sabine gasped in realization. Puck responded with a chortled response to her. "Angry red man, same thing." She responded.
"The woman in London sent me on this wild goose chase for a cranky old man who had no clue who I was or what I was talking about and I thought it was all for nothing. But this, " Sabine gestured to the almost assembled bedroom behind Charlie "this is why it was you. She had said 'magical creatures' and I thought she was just referring to their...at the time seemingly magical qualities….but they are magic. And so are you." She felt absurd saying it out loud but she believed it, how could she not.
Charlie stared at her, completely dumbfounded by how calmly she had just deduced and accepted that all.
"Who in the bloody hell are you? And WHAT is the deal with that doxy?" Charlie blurted, avoiding completely confirming the magic use.
"Doxy, that's their species name? Noted. This is Puck, he was my first encounter with a magical creature and he just never left me. He has been my closest friend through this journey." Puck had returned to her side and made his way back into the pocket of her sweater.
"And why did this journey lead you specifically to me? I am not the only wiz-"
"Ahem" Hermoine interrupted, both Sabine and Charlie remembering her presence
"Should I-"
"No, no, she needs her next potion for pain and I'm sure you want to check the wound," Charlie said.
Hermoine had been moving before he finished his sentence, pulling a bulbous glass vial from the tote at her side and putting it in Sabine's hands. Sabine took it, observing the strangely behaving liquid.
"This is high quality and safe, I made it myself and I assure you my capabilities are expert. I, um, I am going to- well I am going to check your injury, there will be discomfort, so make sure to drink that up. Charlie, move her to the bed so I can take care of the dressings."
Charlie gave one final flourish and the quaint mock bedroom settled. He scooped Sabine up off the chair.
"So magical creatures just started showing up at your door?" He asked, trying to not notice the citrus and clove scent that again wafted to him.
" Well, sometimes my door, sometimes through my sink drain, other times they will show up in my barn just intermixed with my animals. Once there was this timid little thing that was living with a herd of horses I had taken in and it took me a week before I even realized he was there and another two before I was able to get to it and help it with a bad infection. Thank you " She said as Charlie gently sat her on the edge of the bed.
Sabine hardly noticed Hermoine working behind her until Charlie had turned red and spun around quickly. Hermoine was shifting Sabine's blouse and it had fallen only just off her shoulder, nothing warranting such a bashful reaction, but she smiled at the modesty.
"So why here? And why me?" He asked, still not sure where he fit into this.
"Well, there was one last visit that made me realize I was woefully and improperly qualified and prepared and I needed help. In general but specifically with this...patient I'll call it. When my research and questions brought me to the UK I realized how much more there was to all of these animals and people that no one else seemed to notice. But it was so hard to explain and I had to show some of these people the….patient… " Sabine paused and looked at Charlie's rapidly tapping foot and fidgeting hands. She shifted slightly in her seat.
"...and the ones who knew what it was either immediately walked off or offered me money...I think they offered me money. But your name came up multiple times and finally a woman mentioned this town and the burrow. " Sabine drew a sharp intake of breath as Hermoine applied salve that stung like nettles.
"And that's how you knew about the burrow, but what did you show them?" Charlie couldn't imagine she would have been able to travel with a creature without some sort of magic.
"Well, I don't actually know yet...it's well, it's an egg."
Charlie had turned around so quickly Sabine barely saw him move. The hands working on her body had stilled.
"Wait, what?" Both Hermoine and Charlie replied in unison.
Charlie had descended upon her swiftly, bringing his face close to hers, his jade eyes piercing through her. It took a moment for Sabine to realize he was assaulting her with questions.
"What does it look like? How big is it? What is the color? Approximately how much does it weigh? If you sing to it does-"
"Charlie." Hermoine gently said, giving him an eye and a thoughtful smile.
He pulled his eyes away from Sabines and nodded at the reminder to slow himself down. As he pulled himself away he stopped to tuck in some loose gauze Bill had wrapped around some mild cuts on her arm. When he brought his eyes to meet hers he saw she was smiling warmly at him, he stood straight and cleared his throat.
"Sorry, it was, I just, I thought it might unravel." His cheeks flushed red, scorching the myriad of freckles fletched across his cheeks, well, his whole face really.
"Thank you, you've been kind, and you have been so hospitable and I will gladly bring the egg to you if you think you can help. But please, for the love of god, can someone please explain why magical creatures keep finding me, why I have this egg and how the actual fuck you set up an entire triage bedroom with, oh you know, A STICK."
She knew it was a wand, at least, she knew that was the name of it. She knew that she had watched a human appear and disappear in front of her and she knew it was magic. But she needed someone else to say it this time because she was quite certain if she did it again someone would hit a laugh track and cameras would come out. However, she had made her way through the young adult fantasy section of the bookstore growing up and this was obviously magic.
"Charlie I am going to leave this bit to you. Sabine, this will heal up nicely, everything you will need for its care is here." Hermoine paused and stilled, stopping in front of Sabine and gently placing her light hands on either shoulder, giving a comforting squeeze.
"It's been absolutely lovely meeting you. Charlie." And with a nod to him she made her way back to the door she clambered through, giving the uncleared pile of objects a strategic glance.
Sabine smiled to herself and gave a small laugh.
"You can do the snappy wormhole jump thing, please don't climb through all of that on my account." She said.
Hermoine snorted and laughed loudly and gave a wave as she did indeed do the snappy wormhole jump thing.
Both Sabine and Charlie gave a loud sigh.
"So, who starts?" He asks her, sliding the stool over to her, stacking pillows so she could comfortably sit up.
"You Charlie, you start." She said, plucking a snoozing Puck from her hair and lying him in her lap.
When it was slow and aimless and sweet like this, Regulus couldn’t help but think about how a real relationship would be with James, waking up next to him every morning, knowing he’d be there every night.
James’ kisses were like fire, burning Regulus from the inside out, his fingers like magnets pulling them into him, crashing them together like a wave into the shore.
When it was slow and aimless and sweet like this, Regulus couldn’t help but think about how a real relationship would be with James, waking up next to him every morning, knowing he’d be there every night.
James’ kisses were like fire, burning Regulus from the inside out, his fingers like magnets pulling them into him, crashing them together like a wave into the shore.
"You?! You are Charlie Weasley?" Sabine shouted as loudly as her hurt body would allow. She was losing her strength and suddenly altitude too, but she waved off his help as Charlie stepped towards her to support her. As for the woman who had appeared from thin air, she would address that second, that would be the next thing she processed. Her therapist would be so proud of her.
"Yes, but who are you?" Charlie rebutted gesturing towards her as she slowly eased herself towards the ground, her legs clearly no longer able to support herself. He snorted back a laugh at her, he couldn't help it, she was just disappearing behind the table but was too busy yelling at him to do anything about it.
"-idea how long I've been...how FAR I've...and then you tell me your name is Ron and I'm just going to stay in this antique roadshow of a silo and then SHE" Sabine flails a hand haphazardly at the silent woman who seemed very aware she was about to be in trouble too, but not just with Sabine. "SHE just, you know, APPEARS OUT OF THIN AIR and informs the room that you are in fact Charlie Weasley, the human I have been looking for for a month and a half. Also, how did you know I have been asking all over the country for him?" She turned now to the red-haired woman.
"You know what, you two clearly have some things to clear up so I'm just going to do that thing again and Charlie can, I'm sure, fill you in. Looks like we'll be telling mom, after all, I'll send Hermoine in. At least we won't need that obliviate." She winked and just as suddenly as she appeared she disappeared with an audible snap.
"GINNY" Charlie shouted after her, but he turned and walked over to the table that Sabine now had her chin on, one arm up in an attempt to keep her from completely meeting the ground.
"Come on, let's get you a proper setup. I think we do need to clear some things up and you are going to need something for the pain, those hounds are specialized in spinal wounds and yours was narrowly missed….narrowly" He emphasized.
Sabine flashed him a look to inform him of her still present annoyance at him and her situation, but she extended her free arm towards him to accept his help. She had begun to feel the pain and it was becoming more uncomfortable as the moments passed.
"So you did see those creatures. That….flare gun….it didn't...you didn't hurt them further did you?" She was mildly relieved that she at least knew he had seen them but had been starting to feel anxiety creep into her chest at the thought of them being injured and then left.
Charlie stopped, midway through helping Sabine and stared at her, wisps of his hair falling over his eyes.
"They...the um…" He couldn't seem to find his words, he had been caught off guard by her question and was pleasantly surprised by the concern resting in her eyes, he hadn't quite noticed her eyes before.
Charlie cleared his throat and brought Sabine vertical again as he scooped her up, placing his arms strategically around her wound.
"The male was stunned mildly but there wouldn't be any lasting damage." He wanted to say so much more about the hounds, but he still needed to figure out what she was doing with that doxy, why she could see the other creatures and why in the bloody hell had she been looking for him so desperately. He could easily think of 5 or 6 witches just as capable as himself that were in the area regularly. So why would she be referred to himself specifically, who exactly did the referring? But Sabine needed pain management and rest so the interrogation would have to wait.
"Thank you, Charlie." She said as he placed her in the inflatable chair so he could get a bed set up. "But what about the female? She was injured prior to you coming and I'm fairly sure she was gestating...pregnant, I think she was pregnant." Sabine clarified when Charlie raised an eyebrow at her. "And they were both so thin, is that normal for their species? Ouch." She whimpered at her pain.
Charlie lingered over perhaps a moment longer than he should have but then released her into the chair. Her eyes pierced through him and he didn't know why it made him so nervous.
"No, it's not, none of their behavior was normal. They don't generally hunt in a mated pair like that and they aren't even from this country originally and there are supposed to be only two left….things have been...off with mag-er with the creatures. " Charlie wasn't sure how to broach the subject of what she did and didn't know and he needed to get her set up for the night.
"Can you um, can you turn around? I need to get everything set up and...well…" He thought he would be better at this but every time he looked at her his palms got all sweaty and he choked on his words. He couldn't figure out if it was all the blood on her clothes or the intense way her eyes cut through him.
"Is it for the same reason you haven't explained the appearing and disappearing woman?" Sabine asked, reminding him gently that she hadn't forgotten.
"Yes." He answered.
There was a soft knock coming from one of the walls."Hello? Charlie? Oh, bloody hell."
There was an avalanche of erasers and what appeared to be a case of sneakers, the left ones. Sabine turned to see what had caused the noise. Off to the side, Charlie still out of her vision, was a woman attempting to slide through a door that had been covered by the miscellaneous items.
Suddenly there was a blur of blue from where the fallen items had come from and a familiar chattering filled the air.
"Puck!" Sabine called, the pain beginning to sear again. Her small companion ignored her and flew straight for Charlie; Sabine, not thinking, let her gaze follow the creature. She immediately forgot about Puck and gaped, open-mouthed at the scene in front of her.
Puck was harassing Charlie's face, thrashing all four arms and yelling something about getting the fire or starting the fire. She couldn't keep her attention on it because Charlie Weasley, while fighting off his assailant, had his burnt arm raised, holding a stick yet again. But this time she wasn't concerned about that, it was the menagerie of floating items that had her stunned.
Above Charlie flew an assortment of items ranging from small pieces of furniture to linens. They weaved in and out of each other's way while traveling to their intended location, slowly building what she realized was a makeshift bedroom. Sabine tore her eyes away from the airborne bed frame and returned to Charlie who seemed to be the conductor, the stick being the baton…..the stick….suddenly it clicked.
AU where after after Voldemort decides that it’s the Potter’s that the prophecy is referring to, James and Lily fake Lily’s death while she’s still pregnant, so Voldemort thinks that Harry and Lily are dead, and then James just kind of drops out of the war because no one would expect him to be alright after Lily dies, and they move to Finland and they feel a little guilty, but their baby was literally marked for death by Voldemort so like, not too guilty and they live.
Meanwhile, Regulus, who also isn’t going to die in this AU, doesn’t go to destroy the horcrux on his own but instead goes to Dumbledore and confirms a theory that he already had. Together, he and Regulus (and the order probs) hunt down the horcruxes and destroy them and Voldemort faces Dumbledore a mortal man and dies.
And then everything is great because Lily and James come out of hiding and everyone is really happy that Lily’s not dead, and surprise they now have two babies because what else were they going to do in Finland, and Sirius and Regulus make up and are best bros again and Peter never betrays anyone because he never had to choose between his fears and his friends, and Remus doesn’t loose all his friends in one night and Neville grows up with Frank and Alice who weren’t tortured by Bellatrix.
Doesn’t that just sound wonderful?
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