Summary: When Charlie displays unusual behavior during the war, Kingsley suspects him of going over to the other side. What will he discover when he stalks the young man? Slash
Rated: T for...reasons...
Disclaimer: "WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME, IT'S LIKE A LITTLE PRAYER, I'M DOWN ON MY KNEES, I WANNA TAKE YOU THERE!"
"I have to go do...something. I'll be back later!" Charlie rushed out the door and into the night, not giving Mrs. Wealsey the chance to beg him to stay in the house. Arthur was the only one who went anywhere nowadays, what with dementors floating around and death eaters lurking around every corner or the earth. However, Charlie frequently left, never giving any explanation.
"Does he do that often?" Kingsley asked, more than just mere curiosity in his voice.
"Oh, maybe once a week. Usually on Saturdays." Mrs. Weasley responded.
"And does he ever tell you where he's going?"
"No, never. I suspect it's really private, otherwise he would tell us, right?" But Kingsley didn't respond.
"Come on Kingsley," Fred Weasley butted in. "You don't honestly think that Charlie, Charlie Weasley, is fraternizing with the enemy?"
"In these dark times, anyone could be. We have to be safe."
"Fine, I have veritaserum. We can use that on him." Fred suggested, but Kingsley shook his head.
"No, I think we need to see where he's going. I'll be over next Saturday."
So it was that next Saturday rolled around and Kingsley was perched on the Weasley's couch. He watched with pretend carelessness as the second oldest Weasley bounded down the stairs, kissed his mother on the cheek and rushed out the door. Molly looked at Kingsley with disapproval, but he stood up, used an illusion charm on himself, and followed Charlie out the door. Charlie took a few steps across the lawn and disapparated. Kingsley muttered a spell, and the place where Charlie just stood turned bright green. He steps into the green mist and came out in a different location.
He stared around him at the small house that he now stood in. The walls were bright gold, and the curtains swayed with a brilliant deep red color across the lighter red carpet. The color scheme reminded Kingsley of being in the Gryffindor common room. He saw a light on in the room at the end of a tiny hallway and followed it. The door was cracked open slightly, and Kingsley could hear voices from the other side. The voices were muffled, however, so he step closer to get a look.
From his position he could clearly see the outline of a giant bed, with two occupants. It was clear by the bright red hair that Charlie was on top, arms wrapped around his silent companion. Kingsley smiled at the thought of Charlie being in love, because he had never known the man to be dating anyone. Why would Charlie want to hide this from his family?
That thought was clarified a second later when Charlie rolled onto his back, his partner pressing him against the bed. Pale skin, dark brown hair that was almost black, and male. Most definately male. He pushed his lips down on Charlie's neck, earning a quiet moan in response.
Kingsley spun on his heel, back to the living room, and disapparated back to the yard of the Weasley's. He charged though the door, too shocked to remember to knock. Which would explain why Arthur tackled him.
"Imposter! Molly, keep the children upstairs, I'll take care of this filth!" Arthur snarled. He brandished his wand and held it in the man's face.
"No, no, Arthur, it's me! It really is me!"
"Oh, real original! Make sure you tell that one to the creator, bloody imposter!"
"No, dear, that really IS Kingsley!" Molly pulled her husband off and they stood looking at each other for a few seconds. Then Arthur smiled and slapped Kingsley on the back.
"Sorry, there, mate! Never can be too careful!"
"Did you find out where he's going?" Molly asked, concerned.
"He, uh...went to visit an old friend from school." With this, Kingsley said he had work to do and left the two parents thoroughly confused.
Meanwhile, Fred and George were listening in upstairs. They grinned, identical shadows of evil in each face, and went to look for their veritaserum. If Kingsley wasn't going to tell them where Charlie went, then Charlie would have to tell them himself.
So, I was actually planning on writing the entire thing with Fred and George slipping Charlie veritaserum, but I decided to write that in another part. Let me know if you'd like me to write that, otherwise I won't bother. Thanks for reading!