Written for Hogwarts Online II Easy homework given by Professor Kayla
Easy Homework Prompt: Hero.
Character: Charlie Weasley
Author's note: This story is dedicated to my friend Rita Arabella Black. I do hope you find your muse soon. I miss your Charlie stories. This is my first ever Charlie story so it's dedicated to her.
He hated himself, for when she died, part of him went with her. Charlie did not want to leave the room that used to be his in the Burrow. He did not want to go down, a fake smile, and not cry in front of the thousands of people swarming over the Burrow's property. He didn't even want to stare in the mirror to tie his tie, but he had to. Because of her. Because of her he finished school even though he didn't want to. Because of her he went to Romania to study dragons to help send money back to his parents when they needed it. Because of her, he did a lot he knew he wouldn't have done.
He stared at the faded picture in the black frame. He hated black. He wanted white to show off her angelic features. The rest of the family argued with black, to symbol her passing. His picture of her he remembered the most wasn't the one in the ugly black frame that was placed all around the Burrow. It was the one he could never forget. The one he cherished all of his life, and thought of more even now since she passed.
Like he could forget the woman he called hero for the past twenty plus years. Like he could forget the woman who spent time with just him when he was only three years old eating cookies when no one else was home after a fall and skinning his knee. Yes, he was young then, but Charlie had an excellent memory. That particular memory of his mother was his favorite. Why? Because it was just them. The two of them. Moments like that were rare in the Weasley household. He didn't remember why it was just the two of them, but for half an afternoon, it was just him and his mum.
"Charlie? It's time." Harry Potter stood in the doorway dressed in a matching black suit that every male wore in his family. His glasses were foggy from the tears that flowed down his face. Even Harry had aged with time. But it was nothing compared to what his father looked like.
"You okay?" Harry asked patting Charlie's shoulder as he walked to the door.
"No. And I don't think I will be. She was my hero."
Harry smiled.
"Why are you smiling during my mother's funeral?"
"Because she was my hero too," Harry said turning the smile back into his normal look.
"She was everyone's hero," Charlie replied.
Before he followed Harry out of the room, he turned to that ugly picture frame, took out his wand, and changed it to white. She always was a hero to him. And always will be. Heroes wore white, not black.
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