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The red head looked up as he saw the young man stumble over to where he sat at the bar.
"Charlie, they cut me off." The younger guy slurred. Charlie looked at his young friend, although more often it was like he was the parent. "Good you don't need anymore. And don't roll your eyes at me."
"Yes Dad." Hearing the term caused Charlie's breath to catch. Yeah he had felt like a dad but never called that. Looking at the dark haired 20 year old, he remembered how small and timid he had been. Always afraid of being hurt. After losing so many in the war the boy had shut down, and now spent more time drunk than not. Standing up and tossing some money down he took his sort of sons arm.
"Come on Harry, time to go."
Ignoring the boys complaints Charlie dragged him to a nearby ally. Glancing around to check for muggles, he pulled Harry into his arms and disapperated to the apartment Harry was renting. Opening the door he half cared the still small boy into the hall. After kicking the door shut and shaking his head, he bent down and picked the boy up. "You really need to gain some weight." A muffled "Yes, Daddy." Came from his shoulder where Harry had buried his head. His heart warming at the term, Charlie smiled slightly as he carried Harry to his bed room.
Placing the now sleeping Harry in his bed, Charlie pulled off his shoes before tucking him under the covers. Brushing a few strands of hair from Harry's forehead he bent down and kissed his head right on his infamous lightning bolt scar.
"I love you, my son." A mumbled "luv you too dad." Was the response he got. Charlie smiled before standing and apperating to his own place for the night. 'I wonder if he will call me dad when not drunk.' Went through his head just before he fell asleep.
After waking late and showering Charlie disapperated to check on Harry. He knocked a few times before letting himself in.
"Harry, you here?" walking down the hall to the bed room, he continued talking. "Come on Harry, it's afternoon, no more sleeping." Whatever he was going to say next left his mind upon the sight that met him when he opened the bed room door.
Harry was in the bed with his eyes open, but they were glazed over, starring at nothing. Beside him on the bed, lay a knife atop blood soaked sheets. One of his wrists had a ruby colored line cut into it.
"NO!"
Charlie's knees hit the floor.
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