A Series of Charlie Weasley Drabbles
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,880
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own anything from the Harry Potter world all characters belong to JK Rowling. I am not making money off of this story.
One Last Summer
Week four: The Prompt was summer. The picture was three men on a dock over looking the water.
Requirements: Had to be between 250-600 words and It must take place while Charlie is traveling somewhere other than Romania.
Summary:Charlie looks back.
Warnings:Mention of slash, angst
Rating: PG
Parings: Charlie/OMCs
Word count: 596
A/N: Thank you Valady for looking this over for me, I appreciate everything you do for me.
This was my last story in the contest I was eliminated during this round.
Charlie stared out towards the water looking mournfully. This is the first time he has been to this spot since the summer after he graduated from Hogwarts. He and his two best mates, Derrick and Mick Turnfare, had been coming here since their fourth year. It was their secret hideaway. Charlie found it when Bill took him hiking a few years before. The trio nicknamed it “The Camp” due to the old log cabins that were still standing.
Charlie took another sip of the beer he was holding, he needed to come back here. When he left for Romania, the three made a pact to come back for one weekend each summer. It never happened. Something always came up. Derrick took a job as an Auror, and Mick worked in the Ministry as an Unspeakable.
They kept in touch through out the years, but about two months before Harry killed Voldemort, all communication stopped. Charlie figured that things got too busy and nobody had time to write, but four months after the war ended Charlie still didn’t get a response to his letters. He feared the worst.
He made his way back to the bonfire that he started. Settling on an old log he used for a bench. He had created a bonfire just like the one he made the last night that they were there. Charlie stared into the fire recalling the memories.
***
The three of them were lounging on the deck, watching the sunset. The fire was glowing behind them.
“You are not going to get sentimental on us are you, Charles.” Mitch commented.
Charlie shook his head at his friends. “No, I was just wondering how I survived seven years with you two for friends. And stop calling me Charles!”
Mitch laughed, “Okay, Chuck.”
“I’m starving. How much food did you pack?” Charlie asked.
Derrick laughed, “Our mum wouldn’t stop packing food in the cooler. I think she thought we were feeding twenty people for two weeks, instead of three people for one week.”
“At least we won’t starve,” Charlie said.
Mitch shook his head. “I still can’t believe that you are moving to Romania.”
“You know how much I love dragons. It was just a logical choice.”
“We are going to miss you,” Derrick said.
“Now don’t start getting sentimental on me.”
The three of them had been inseparable since their first year. All three were sorted into Gryffindor and on the Quidditch team. They did and shared everything.
Mick looked into the fire as he spoke, “Remember the summer when we couldn’t get a decent fire going.”
“I remember being very cold that night.” Derrick mentally shivered.
Charlie laughed, “That was because we didn’t pack enough blankets and nobody remembered how to cast the warming spell.”
“I remember things got pretty hot in the cabin,” Mick said.
A silence fell over the trio as they separately remembered that unforgettable night.
***
Charlie wiped the tears that escaped at the memory of his friends. He received a letter from their father a few weeks ago. Mick and Derrick were both killed during the last few days of the war. He didn’t get details, he didn’t want them, but here was something that he needed. Charlie reached into his bag and took out two small boxes that contained some of the ashes of his fallen friends. He walked to the dock again and opened the boxes. He carefully released the ashes over the water as the wind whipped around him.
“To one last summer,” he spoke before heading back to the fire.
Requirements: Had to be between 250-600 words and It must take place while Charlie is traveling somewhere other than Romania.
Summary:Charlie looks back.
Warnings:Mention of slash, angst
Rating: PG
Parings: Charlie/OMCs
Word count: 596
A/N: Thank you Valady for looking this over for me, I appreciate everything you do for me.
This was my last story in the contest I was eliminated during this round.
Charlie stared out towards the water looking mournfully. This is the first time he has been to this spot since the summer after he graduated from Hogwarts. He and his two best mates, Derrick and Mick Turnfare, had been coming here since their fourth year. It was their secret hideaway. Charlie found it when Bill took him hiking a few years before. The trio nicknamed it “The Camp” due to the old log cabins that were still standing.
Charlie took another sip of the beer he was holding, he needed to come back here. When he left for Romania, the three made a pact to come back for one weekend each summer. It never happened. Something always came up. Derrick took a job as an Auror, and Mick worked in the Ministry as an Unspeakable.
They kept in touch through out the years, but about two months before Harry killed Voldemort, all communication stopped. Charlie figured that things got too busy and nobody had time to write, but four months after the war ended Charlie still didn’t get a response to his letters. He feared the worst.
He made his way back to the bonfire that he started. Settling on an old log he used for a bench. He had created a bonfire just like the one he made the last night that they were there. Charlie stared into the fire recalling the memories.
***
The three of them were lounging on the deck, watching the sunset. The fire was glowing behind them.
“You are not going to get sentimental on us are you, Charles.” Mitch commented.
Charlie shook his head at his friends. “No, I was just wondering how I survived seven years with you two for friends. And stop calling me Charles!”
Mitch laughed, “Okay, Chuck.”
“I’m starving. How much food did you pack?” Charlie asked.
Derrick laughed, “Our mum wouldn’t stop packing food in the cooler. I think she thought we were feeding twenty people for two weeks, instead of three people for one week.”
“At least we won’t starve,” Charlie said.
Mitch shook his head. “I still can’t believe that you are moving to Romania.”
“You know how much I love dragons. It was just a logical choice.”
“We are going to miss you,” Derrick said.
“Now don’t start getting sentimental on me.”
The three of them had been inseparable since their first year. All three were sorted into Gryffindor and on the Quidditch team. They did and shared everything.
Mick looked into the fire as he spoke, “Remember the summer when we couldn’t get a decent fire going.”
“I remember being very cold that night.” Derrick mentally shivered.
Charlie laughed, “That was because we didn’t pack enough blankets and nobody remembered how to cast the warming spell.”
“I remember things got pretty hot in the cabin,” Mick said.
A silence fell over the trio as they separately remembered that unforgettable night.
***
Charlie wiped the tears that escaped at the memory of his friends. He received a letter from their father a few weeks ago. Mick and Derrick were both killed during the last few days of the war. He didn’t get details, he didn’t want them, but here was something that he needed. Charlie reached into his bag and took out two small boxes that contained some of the ashes of his fallen friends. He walked to the dock again and opened the boxes. He carefully released the ashes over the water as the wind whipped around him.
“To one last summer,” he spoke before heading back to the fire.