This story begins in the 7th book - Deathly Hallows. Most parts will be based off the movie, some off the book.

The story switches between Charlie and Harriet's POV

Charlie's POV

I walked across the large yard towards my childhood home which I hadn't visited in about 3 years. I had just returned from Romania where I had begun studying dragons after my 7th year at Hogwarts. I came to attend my brother Bill's wedding, serving as his best man.

I opened the front door and I hadn't even taken a step inside when some screamed my name. I was grabbed by the arm and forced into a chair in the kitchen of the Burrow. My mother, Molly Weasley, stood over me threateningly, her wand raised.

"It's time you got a proper haircut," she announced, daring me to protest.

"It's nice to see you too, Mum," I chuckled. "Hey dad."

My father smiled at me from over the Daily Prophet. Ron and his "friend" Hermione came down the stairs just then.

"Hey Charlie!" said Ron excitedly, giving me a shoulder hug as Mum snipped away at my hair. Hermione, a brown eyed girl, smiled at me warmly, nodding silently.

"Where's Harriet?" asked my father, putting down the newspaper and placing it on the table.

"I'm here!" came a voice from the stairs. That's when my gaze landed on a dark-haired beauty standing at the foot of the steps.

Her midnight black hair was short and messy, yet still decent. Her emerald green eyes shined brightly from behind her glasses, a large grin on her face. Though her hair fell over her forehead, I could easily make out the lightning shaped scar.

Ron had mentioned the Girl Who Lived several times in the letters he sent to me. Of course, I'd heard about her. Everyone has. The Ministry of Magic had labeled her as the Cosen One. The one destined to bring the Dark Lord to his knees. But I had expected a small, possibly shy girl. Not the tall, beautiful yound woman that stood before me.

She wore a royal blue dress that stopped just above her knee, complimenting her cream colored skin, her long legs exposed.

"How do I look?" She spun around in a circle, the dress twirling around her body.

'Beautiful' I thought.

"You look great," said Ron with a smile. Hermione, I noticed, sent Harriet a dark look. This surprised me. Hermione didn't look like the jealous type. Besides, from the letters that Ron sent me, I can infer that Ron thought as Harriet as a sister. She had nothing to be jealous about.

Harriet's POV

The first thing I noticed was the red-headed male that sat in on of the chairs, Mrs. Weasley standing over him with a pair of scissors in her hand. This was the only Weasley that I had not met. Ron mentioned him to me a lot. Charlie Weasley. His red hair was long, pulled back into a pony-tail.

'Well, its wouldn't be that length for long' I thought as Mrs. Weasley began snipping away at his hair. And as if he wasn't handsome enough, he had scars and burns all up his muscular arms. I have a thing for tough guys, what can I say?

His blue eyes scanned my body. Not in a creepy, perverted kind of way but more of a surprised, analyzing way.

I smiled confidently, and said, "How do I look?" I spun around on the spot, keeping my eyes on Charlie.

"You look great," said Ron, sending me a warm smile.

This caused Hermione to send me a heated glare. I simply rolled my eyes. Hermione and I haven't been getting along very well since our 6th year. She believed that I liked Ron, or Ron liked me. But honestly, Ron was like the sibling I never had and I am pretty sure he feels the same towards me.

Hermione has never actually confronted me about this. She never told me why she dislike me all of a sudden. I figured it out about 7 months ago. I would reassure her that she had nothing to worry about, but I'm not about to waste my breath on someone who most likely won't listen.

"Done!" Mrs. Weasley announced loudly. Charlie Weasley stood up from his chair and ran his hand over his now brutally short haircut. He looked better with long hair but he still look extremely handsome.

Now that he stood up, I could see that he was shorter that Ron, his youngest brother. However, he was taller that me and Hermione.

"Isn't that much better?" Said Mrs. Weasley who held up a small hand mirror in front of Charlie's face. He winced at the sight of his new hair and I let out a giggle. His eyes met mine in an instant and I could feel my face heating up.

"Hi," I said, walking up to him. I looked up at his face with a bright smile. "You must be Charlie."