From Where I Stood Chapter 1, a harry potter fanfic

A/N: I didn't get a lot of response to my other story and I had major writers block so it's on a bit of a hiatus until I can figure out where it's going.

On another note, I have had the idea of doing a Charlie Weasley story for a while now. There aren't very many stories about him out there and JKR left him quite underdeveloped, so tell me what you think

Xoxo- fhockeygurlie

Summary: No matter what Charlie Weasley did, his older brother Bill seemed to outshine him. In a house with six other kids, Charlie had always felt it was easy to be overlooked. Once he got to Hogwarts, with his best friends, Charlie finally felt like some people noticed him, just not like they noticed Bill. This is Charlie Weasley's story about living in the shadow of his older brother, and how he stopped being Bill Weasley's little brother and just became Charlie.

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"CHARLIE!" Seven-year-old Ginny Weasley ran into her older brothers' room on the first of September, "BILL! MUMMY SAID ITS TIME TO GET UP!!" She yelled as she jumped onto Charlie's bed. "Up, up, up. Look Bill's already gotten up, you're going to make us late, and Mummy will be mad." Charlie felt the covers being dragged off of him and he was face to face with a pair of bright green eyes and two long ponytails tickling his cheeks.

"Ugh Ginny, get off me. I'll be down in a few." Charlie grumbled dragging himself out of bed and pushing the little girl out of the room, shaking his head. He grabbed the first tee shirt and pair of jeans he could find, in order to get downstairs before he became victim to his mother's wrath.

It was September 1st, and everybody was especially anxious to get to Kings Cross Station, as it was to be his younger twin brothers, Fred and George's first year at Hogwarts. His mother always made a fuss when it was your first year, after that she sent Ginny to make sure you were up and then it was up to you to be ready before it was time to go.

"CHARLES SEPTIMUS WEASLEY! YOU HAVE LESS THAN TEN SECONDS TO BE DOWNSTAIRS BEFORE I COME UP THERE AND GET YOU MYSELF!" Mum's voice rang throughout the house, startling Charlie. Cursing under his breath he shook his hair out of his eyes and ran down the stairs to where his entire family stood waiting. He shrugged his head apologetically, as he looked at his brothers and sister, who were looking at him impatiently.

Fred and George stood by the front door looking both excited and nervous. They stood at the same height, with their flaming red hair combed back neatly, something he was sure he wouldn't see again once they got to Hogwarts. It was nearly impossible for people to tell the two apart if they weren't really paying attention. They could even get Mum sometimes when she was really frustrated.

His eyes drifted to Percy, the pompous git, who was standing there with perfect posture, his hair dark red hair neatly slicked back, and his signature know-it-all glint in his bright blue eyes, it was sometimes hard to believe he was only thirteen. Percy flashed him a grin and Charlie rolled his eyes at his suck up of a brother.

"RON!! GIVE ME BACK MY DOLLY! NOW!!!!" Ginny's voice broke the silence. Charlie turned to see eight-year-old Ron sticking his tongue out at his sister. Ginny sent him a glare, one almost identical to their mum's, before tackling him. Charlie stared fighting red heads, deciding he would give them a little longer to work it out on their own. As expected, within in five minutes Ginny had grown bored with the argument and was now staring expectantly at Ron he pulled the doll out from the cupboard where he had hidden it.

Charlie heard a soft chuckle and turned to see his older brother Bill leaned up against the doorframe. Bill's long red hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and his bright green eyes shone with his amusement as he looked on fondly at his little siblings. Bill and Charlie were only a year apart in school, and actually looked very similar if you looked closely, they both had the exact same emerald green eyes, and the Weasley nose, and signature flaming red hair. Bill was taller though, around 6' 4", and when his hair was let down from its ponytail it hung past his shoulders. Bill was a generally happy guy, always smiling, and probably the most popular guy in his year. The girls just couldn't resist him. He was the star keeper on the Gryffindor team, brighter than half of Ravenclaw, just as loyal as anyone in Hufflepuff. Everybody loved Bill Weasley. They all wanted to be friends with him. Nobody's eyes drifted over Bill, not like they did with Charlie.

Charlie stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was just shy of six feet tall, with shaggy red hair and a smattering of freckles across his nose. He played seeker on the quidditch, but it seemed like he went back to being Bill Weasley's invisible younger brother.

Every one of his siblings had something that made them special; the Weasleys were all pretty popular kids. Fred and George were down right hilarious and probably two of the brightest kids in all of England, though they channeled their brilliance into pranks, something his Mum would never understand. Ron just had this quality about him that made you want to be around him, he was easy to talk to, but could be a right git sometimes, even for an eight-year-old, but he was fiercely loyal to anyone he cared about. Ginny had a temper almost as quick as her mother's, but if you didn't set her off she was such as sweet girl. Charlie knew when she started to grow up; she was going to be a real looker. Every Weasley was special, well everyone except Charlie. He shook his head; there wasn't anything special about him. He was just the redheaded, shy seeker for Gryffindor, with an uncanny interest in dragons.

"This year is going to be different," he thought, "This year I'm going to be more than just another Weasley."

"OKAY EVERYONE IN THE CAR NOW," Mrs. Weasley's voice carried down the stairs and they all scrambled to get their trunks and make their way out to their father's old, beat up, blue Ford Anglia.

A/N: Okay I have more and I'm really excited about this story so review please. Let me know if you like, constructive reviews are nice, but don't bash it. If you don't like it you don't have to read it.