A/N: I don't own anything you recognize.
This is for the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum
Are you crazy enough to do it Challenge
313. (pairing) Charlie/Harry
If you Dare Challenge
313: Comedian
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Insane Prompt challenge
226: Dialogue - "Are you being serious?"
Season Challenge, Spring
Days of the year
6th April: Sorry Charlie Day - Write about someone apologising to Charlie Weasley
Word Count: 1310
"Are you being serious?"
"Me, of course I am. When am I not?"
"Every single day when you get behind that camera as the Dragon Guy," Harry replied.
"Good point, my audience loves me though."
"No one said they didn't, Charlie. I only asked if you were serious this time. And no, I really, really don't want a joke about my godfather again."
"Darn! But that's some of my best material," Charlie stated with a smile. He'd been injured rescuing a dragon in Nepal a few years ago and returned to do a radio show. Most of it was stand up comedy, usually pertaining to some insane adventure he'd made up. Harry had almost been unable to believe Charlie was funny. He'd also not been able to believe he'd fallen in love with the older man.
"Yes, yes, siriusly. I'm pretty sure you stole that bit from my father."
"Never met your father, Harry. I wish I had though."
"Remus then."
"Now, that's a distinct possibility. I had him as a guest a few months ago."
"I know I was listening. I listen to all your shows, Charlie," Harry stated.
"And that is one of the many reasons I love you."
"Okay, we've deviated from the subject enough. You're serious about this, about possibly starting a family of our own, and not one made of baby dragons?"
"Would I really want a family of baby dragons?"
"You put a onsie on one and tried to tell your mum it was her grandchild." Charlie laughed at the memory. The dragon in question had been found still unhatched. The team had hatched it and raised it until it was old enough to fly away. The real reason it had been in a onsie was because it had injured itself and the fabric kept it from pulling at its stitches.
"Well, yes. Ohh, we could name the baby Dragon."
"No. No. and No. I love you, Charlie, but it's too close to Draco, and he's still a git."
"Sorry, Harry dear, forgot about your rivalry with Malfoy. You'd think I'd hate him just as much, especially since he married my baby sister." Charlie thought about that for a moment.
"Charlie, you keep getting sidetracked. Like you do when there's something you're not telling me." Harry narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Um, would it be a bad time to tell you I kind of...accidentally filled out the paperwork already?" Harry sighed.
"At least you told me now and not when the..." Harry's sentence was interrupted by the doorbell. "Social worker got here," he finished glaring at Charlie.
"Oops?" Harry shook his head. It wasn't his fault Charlie was impulsive. It was what made him who he was, Harry just wished that sometimes Charlie would consult him more than a few minutes before whatever he was planning came to fruition. Charlie made his way to the door and swung it open.
A nicely dressed witch stood on the front porch taking notes about the porch and the small garden.
"Good afternoon, this is the Potter-Weasley household?"
"Yes, please come in." Charlie stepped back. Harry stood in the living room not sure if he should sit, stand, or jump out a window.
"I'm Chloe Davis from the Witch and Wizard Welfare League. A Mister Charlie Potter-Weasley sent my office an application."
"I'm Charlie and this is my husband, Harry."
"Very well then, why don't we all have a seat and go over the application quickly. Then you can show my the house. I need to make sure any child placed in your care will be safe."
"Of course," Harry answered leading Ms. Davis to the dining room. There was more space and she could set her paperwork on the table instead of trying to balance it in her lap.
"Okay, I have the form Mr. Potter-Weasley sent in. It says you're interested in adopting, is that correct."
"Yes," Harry and Charlie answered in unison.
"Perfect, there are a lot children looking for homes. The war took so many." Harry nodded solemnly. The war had ended almost five years ago, but there were still so many people missing. Most of the were muggle-borns.
"Would you be willing to adopt an older child verses a baby?" Harry looked at Charlie. He was the one who had started this. Harry knew what his answer was, but hoped him and Charlie were on the same page, and in the same book, on this subject.
"It depends on the child, but we would love a child of any age." Harry felt the smile creep across his face. They were on the same page. He couldn't help but wonder if a magical family had adopted him, even after his first year of school, if things would have turned out better.
"Perfect. Now, Charlie, you work as a talk show host?"
"Comedian actually. I run a show an educational comedy show about magical creatures, Charlie's Creature Craze."
"And, Harry, you work in the auror department?"
"Yes, I'm head of the subdepartment dealing with muggle incidents." Ms. Davis' quill scratched across the paper.
"And you're muggle-born?"
"No, half. My mother was muggle-born."
"Ahh, there are so many rumors circulating about you."
"Trust me, most of them are false, Ms. Davis."
"And you're a pure-blood, Charlie?"
"Yes."
"Would it matter the blood status of the child?"
"Absolutely not," Harry answered this time. Charlie even looked slightly offended by the question. Ms. Davis smiled at the pair.
"I don't like that question either, but it is part of the application." The two men nodded.
"Do you have any questions for me?"
"Not that I can think of," Charlie answered before turning to face Harry.
"Not at the moment. You'd like to see the house?" The three toured the house, Harry pointing out the extra rooms they had. While the house was nothing compared to some of manors, it was still large enough to house a decent sized family. While Charlie had strung this adoption on Harry, the pair had discussed children. Both wanted at least three.
As they walked, Ms. Davis asked questions about the house and the two men.
"If a young child is placed with you, who would take care of the child during the day?"
"I would. I can record my show ahead of time, three days at a time."
"I can also do some work from home. Case files can thankfully be written anywhere," Harry added.
"If a witch was placed in your home, are there any females would play an active part of her life? I don't doubt the two of you would be capable of raising her."
"No, it's a fair question," Charlie stated thinking about how often Ginny had needed their mum for something.
"If we became parents to a witch, she would have her Aunt Ginny and Aunt Hermione. Both come over frequently."
"Ginny is your sister?" Ms. Davis asked Charlie.
"Yes, and Hermione is my sister-in-law."
"Thank you, sirs. I think I've seen everything I need to see here. I will be contacting your places of employment to verify your employment."
"Of course, is there anything else you need from us?"
"Do you have an references who are not related to you?"
"Professor McGonagall," Harry stated knowing his former Head of House knew Harry well enough.
"Doctor Jim Dean, he leads the research facility I worked at during my time in Romania." Ms. Davis took both names down.
"Perfect, if everything checks out, you should hopefully be hearing from me with a fortnight." Harry and Charlie showed Ms. Davis to the door.
Once she was gone, Harry turned to Charlie.
"I'm sorry, Charlie, I never should have doubted your sincerity about this, I never should have doubted you knew exactly what you were doing."
"It's alright, Harry. Now comes the hardest part."
"Waiting," the pair sighed together.
