You Fight Me
Chapter 1
I am part of the 'Fred does not die' club and I refuse to take part in writing any Harry Potter Fan fiction where he is dead. End of story.
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It was a quiet crisp morning outside The Burrow whilst inside the warm confines of the house seven people slept, immersed in the world of dreams.
Mrs. Weasley pottered around the kitchen making breakfast for a hoard of ravenous kids between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five plus her husband whom she expected within the next twenty minutes. Smiling mischievously Molly flicked her wand spelling the covers off of Ginny, Ron, Fred and George.
Harry awoke to a chorus of groans from above his head a few minutes before his clock-radio was due to turn on and he wandlessly cast a non-verbal silencing charm to cut off the noise. He sighed tiredly to him-self; he couldn't believe he had forgotten the spell, again.
With his eyes still closed he rolled over to his opposite side, facing the wall and snuggled deeper into his bedding to catch a few more Z's.
A moment later there was a 'click' and a soft excited baritone filled his bedroom.
"Good morning London! I'm Seb, your host for the morning hour on LCS, London's best Contemporary music Station. Its two past seven and currently sixteen degree's outside, My suggestion? Stay in bed folks! Now for the hourly traffic report, over to you Len."
Harry's long charcoal lashes fluttered gently against his pale alabaster skin stretched taut across high defined cheekbones, they opened fully to reveal sleep clouded dark viridian eyes which took the time to slowly absorb the light filtering in. The light was trying to push through the heavy dusky blue drapes hung over the window opposite in his bedroom, which he'd hung in a bid to stifle the early morning light.
"Thanks for the update Len. We're going to start today's line up with 'Back at your door' By Maroon Five."
'From the moment the lights went off, everything had changed…'
Harry didn't remember removing the silencing charm he placed around his room but there was suddenly a stampede of feet on the stairs beside his bedroom wall before the sound receded as quickly as it came. Harry sat with his back resting against the headboard and gave a soft sleepy smile as he heard another, quieter set of feet on the stairs.
They were going at a more sedate pace than the others and figured Harry it was more than likely the second eldest Weasley child on his way down to breakfast.
Harry shuffled around under the blankets to face the window as he set his feet down on the cool floor boards. He heard a quiet knock at the door before it opened and Charlie slipped through, shutting the solid plank of wood behind him.
There was only the quiet padding of feet and the last chords of the song on the radio before a brief pause during which Charlie took a seat on the bed and the station presenter started to speak again.
"Its ten past seven and we've just received some breaking news." Usually knowing that these words were something to be feared Harry cast another wandless, non-verbal charm to turn up the volume on the device.
"There was a violent mugging just outside of Kings Cross Station in the early hours of the morning. A young woman was brutally stabbed in the chest with a hunting knife which was found at the scene of the crime, The attacker has yet to be identified but they made off with all the woman's valuables. She's currently in critical condition and we'll have more updates on her throughout the day, Next in our mornings line up is 'Sweet Disposition' by The Temper Trap."
The starting strains of the song sounded out of the small speakers and Harry let out a heavy sigh of relief. It had only been a year since the end of the war, since Voldemort's final demise and Harry was still jumpy about a few things. He turned and smiled gently at Charlie before the eldest Weasley left downstairs for breakfast with an "I'll see you down there Harry" Leaving Harry with a few moments to him-self.
He sat deep in thought, two days until the first of August. Two days until he would be back at Hogwarts, he grinned at the thought. He couldn't wait. He was drawn from his musings by a gentle knock on his door.
"Harry dear, are you alright?" It was Mrs. Weasley come to check on him, he loved that woman like a mother.
"Yes Molly, I'm fine. I'll be downstairs in a moment." He smiled as her heard her retreat back down the stairs.
Sliding off the bed, Harry snagged his dark blue flannel dressing gown off the pole at the foot and slipped into it, tying the sash loosely about his waist. He slid his feet into a pair of matching slippers before leaving his bedroom, shutting the door behind him as he headed down to the kitchen.
The noise emanating from the kitchen was regular by Weasley standards, Lots of loud talking and the occasional laugh here or there was normal for a morning meal at The Burrow. Harry stepped through the doorway and into the kitchen; he absorbed the smell of the hearty home-cooked breakfast and practically drooled, Molly's cooking was always mouth-watering no matter what it was.
A chorus of "Morning Harry!" went around the table started by Hermione who was sitting as close to Ron as physically possible, practically in his lap. They had been nigh on inseparable since the war had ended and it had surprised no one when they had gotten engaged. Hermione's parents were absolutely thrilled - now that they actually remembered they had a daughter – that their baby girl was getting married. Though little did anybody know –besides Harry who'd accidently found out (A/N: eavesdropping with extendable ears more like) – that Hermione was pregnant.
The chorus ended with Charlie who gave Harry a small comforting smile, Charlie too would be leaving but today to go back to Romania. He'd only been home for a few weeks holiday's which he'd been trying to frequent as much as possible during the last year after the war.
This meant two or three weeks out of every four months.
After the war was over he'd made a point of coming to see how his family was doing and reconnecting with everyone. Harry had made Charlie promise to keep up correspondence with him over the course of his away periods to which Charlie had readily agreed.
Harry smiled back at Charlie as he took a seat next to him, Just as he took his seat there was a loud 'crack' outside the farmhouse styled back door signifying someone had apparated to their doorstep. As Harry started to wonder who it could be at this hour of the morning, Arthur Weasley stepped through the back door with briefcase and coat in hand.
"Morning everyone!" He chimed and he got back five "Morning Dad!" two "Morning Arthur!" and one "Morning Mr. Weasley!" from Hermione as he promptly placed a doting kiss on Molly's lips.
After that Arthur and Hermione had the same conversation they'd had every morning at breakfast for the last month after had Ron proposed.
"Hermione, how many times must I ask you to call me Arthur or dad even?" he asked in playful annoyance.
"Calling you Arthur seems so impolite and calling you dad doesn't seem right either. You're my father-in-law, not my father." Hermione's tone was all business as she spoke.
"Hermione, how long have we known each other?" Arthur asked, it seemed as though he was taking a more diplomatic approach this morning.
"At least five years Mr. Weasley. Wh-"And then it clicked "I see your point Mr. W- Arthur." Arthur smiled triumphantly.
"Well played Arthur." Harry said, smiling and nodding at the eldest Weasley as he took a seat to tuck into his breakfast.
"Thank you Harry." He said, nodding appreciatively before shovelling eggs, bacon, and toast topped with fried tomato into his mouth. Obviously it'd been a hard night and no doubt Arthur would be telling Molly about it later.
An hour later found Harry on his broom, soaring through the orchard near The Burrow as he chased the snitch Albus had given him because he could find nothing better to do. After filling out all of the criteria for his classes and having the entire curriculum organized and ready to be put to use he found there was nothing more he could do until he received his class lists.
He sat hovering a few feet above the ground, eyes darting about looking for the snitch when he heard a shout from below. He looked down to see the twins grinning up at him before he saw a glimmer of gold out of the corner of his eye in a thicket just a little ways off from them.
Breaking into a dive Harry headed straight for the thicket, the ground coming towards him at an alarming rate and he watched as the snitch just fluttered innocently on the spot, glinting in the sunlight.
Reaching forward Harry tried to snatch the golden winged ball out of the air which flitted a hand's-breadth away from its original position, Harry tried to pull out of the dive and almost managed to but wasn't quite quick enough.
As he tried to pull up the very end of his broomstick grazed the ground which in turn caused him to fly off the broom and sent him rolling across the uneven ground of the orchard leaving scratches, bumps and bruises in its wake but as he skidded to a halt his shoulder jarred before dislocating and Harry let out a loud pained scream as he landed on it.
Four shouts and two screams of his name later found Harry surrounded by concerned Weasley's.
"Harry are you alright?" It took him a second to realize that is was Ginny asking if he was okay, He felt quite dazed though the pain dulling his senses.
"Yeah, I think so." He said, nodding as he sat up.
"Just jarred my shoulder is all." He gave them a weak smile before standing up, his right hand keeping his left arm steady.
"Well then Harry, let's go and get you patched up." Molly said as she reached out a hand to steer him to the house.
The rest of the Weasley's wandered off, knowing he was in capable hands but turned back at Harry's sharp retort.
"No!" They saw Molly's hand was hovering just above Harry's shoulder and watched as he pulled away from her. They were all frowning as they continued back to the house, letting their parents deal with the temperamental young man.
Harry had moved back from Molly's probing hand and motioned his hand in a calming gesture to placate her soon to be outburst of questions.
"It's alright Molly, I can take care of it." He spoke quietly before he walked back over to his fallen broom and picked it up from where it had landed after his tumble. He turned to watch as his surrogate mother walked dejectedly back to the house, Arthur's arm flung across her slumped shoulders.
He ambled down to the far side of the house and stowed his broom in the shed and with the snitch tucked safely in his back pocket he walked through the back door into the kitchen to see a distraught looking Molly with Arthur and the twins on either side of her. He ducked back through the doorway without anyone noticing him and eavesdropped on their half finished conversation.
"I don't understand it Arthur, We've looked after him for years. Whenever he got hurt he'd let me patch him up but it feels like he's pulling away from us. What did we do wrong?" Molly asked as she sobbed and hiccoughed quietly, Harry heard faint footsteps entering the kitchen.
It's not that we've done something wrong mum, I think Harry's just finding it difficult to accept the fact that the war is over and has been for some time now. I mean just this morning we heard a bulletin on the radio about a woman being attacked early this morning and Harry was absolutely jumpy about it. I think the facts are just taking a while to sink in, Harry's had to deal with Voldemort his whole life and now that he's gone it will be difficult for him to believe that Voldemort won't come back again. Just give him some time and space and he'll come around, alright?" Charlie said, placating his mother.
"Why didn't you become a psychiatrist instead?" Fred and George piped up simultaneously, and they all laughed.
"Alright." Molly sniffled quietly before agreeing with her eldest child.
Harry moved into the kitchen to see Charlie give his mother a small smile. They all looked towards the door as Harry entered, he gave them a nod and a small smile before Harry turned to the second eldest Weasley child.
"Charlie, could you come with me for a minute?" He asked as he nodded his head in the direction of the stairs.
"Of course." Charlie conceeded as he followed Harry out of the kitchen and up to his room, the former holding his left arm so as not to jostle it.
Once they were inside Harry's bedroom Charlie moved to the window to crack open the heavy drapes and let in a little bit of light as Harry took a seat on the edge of his bed. Charlie shifted onto the bed to sit behind Harry and helped remove his oversized t-shirt, holding it so Harry could pull his right arm out of the sleeve before moving it over his head and then gently tugging it down his left arm eliciting a hiss of pain from Harry.
"Alright Harry?" Charlie asked and Harry gave a small nod of his head, left arm still held by his right hand to keep it steady.
"Alright Charlie. I need you to brace my shoulder and hold the top of my arm to keep it steady, okay?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, okay." Charlie retorted and did as Harry bade him. Placing a lightly scarred hand heavily on his shoulder to brace it which earned him a pained groan from Harry, he wrapped his left hand rather tightly around Harry's bicep, keeping it steady.
"Ready?" Harry asked Charlie as he straightened out his arm and grabbed his forearm just below the elbow joint.
"Whenever you are." Charlie replied.
"Brace yourself." Was all the warning Harry gave before he wrenched his arm upwards and back, popping the joint back into place as he emitted a loud cry of pain. Harry groaned as he slumped back against the Charlie with a hand still wrapped loosely around his forearm.
He felt Charlie place a light lingering kiss against the skin of his shoulder.
"Feeling better now?" The older boy asked as he let Harry lean against him.
"Yeah, just need a sling now." Harry said as he sighed tiredly, it wasn't even nine in the morning and he was already exhausted.
"I'll go and get one, Just lay back and take it easy." Charlie said as he helped the boy lay on his uninjured side before heading downstairs.
Coming into the kitchen he saw the worried faces of Hermione, Ginny and his mother and sought to reassure them.
"Don't worry," Charlie said as he walked to the kit in the corner of the kitchen and started riffling through it "His arm was dislocated so we had to pop it back into place but he'll be fine as long as he doesn't strain it. Aha!" He said the last part to himself as he found what he was looking for.
"I need to get going after I get this to him, So I'll be seeing you all in a few months okay." He made a round of hugs in the kitchen and shouted a goodbye outside to his father ,the twins and Ron before going back up to Harry's room.
Opening the door Charlie found Harry asleep on his unharmed side and he smiled at Harry's childlike expression in sleep. Undoing the plastic packaging he quickly folded the bandage into a sling and placed in on Harry's bedside table for when he woke. "I'll write you soon Harry." Charlie whispered before brushing back untameable black hair and pressing a gentle kiss to Harry's scarred forehead. With that he apparated back to Romania.
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