"'I'm only six! What do they want from me?' I whined, my arms crossed. Uncle Charlie just nodded and pulled me onto his lap, then grabbed a worn copy of Beedle The Bard off my shelf. We were in my bedroom, sitting in Mummy's rocking chair. Uncle Charlie was babysitting for me while Mummy and Daddy were off at some convention. I didn't really care; I was only six, after all.

'I see, Lily, I really do, but maybe if you weren't so hard-headed, maybe your cousins might be a bit nicer to you,' Uncle Charlie explained softly before launching into the familiar tale of Babbity Rabbity and her Cackling Stump.

'But…' I began, then sighed and leaned my head back into Uncle Charlie's muscular chest, pouting in defeat. I let myself get lost in his storytelling, which he was actually rather good at, despite his hard exterior. I didn't like picking favorites, but Uncle Charlie was secretly always my favorite family member.

As I was drifting off into dreamland, full of fountains and wizards and rabbits and kings and cauldrons, I whispered to Uncle Charlie, "Will you be here forever and ever?"

'Forever and ever and a day, Lily-flower,' he replied quietly, kissing my nose and carrying me to my bed. And at that point, I believed that magic would keep him with me forever and ever and a day.

"That day was more than twenty years ago, and I remember it like it was yesterday. Merlin, I miss my Uncle Charlie, but I know that wherever he may be—and I desperately hope it's with the dragons—he's loved dearly. He never married. He never had kids, but Godric; I was with him enough to be his own child. I think at one point Mum and Dad started calling me Lily Weasley, the long lost daughter of Charlie Weasley." Lily paused and wiped at her eyes, laughing humorlessly. "My uncle was a great man," she whispered brokenly before stepping off the podium and returning to her seat beside her husband, Lysander Scamander. She wept loudly into his chest, wishing her uncle could just hold her, and it was rather ironic that the thing she needed to get over his death was him by her side, comforting her, letting her cry on his shoulder. Life was never fair anyways, though, now was it?

[a/n]: I don't even know where this came from. It was originally meant to be a little fluffy, family-oriented CharlieLily oneshot, but no. My mind doesn't work like that, apparently? Whateverrr. :3 Anything you recognize, I don't own. Reviews are like a living Dobby. –R