It's finally over for Harry potter and his friends and now he can move on and make a life for himself. But for the Weasley clan there is still unfinished business in the air.

Following Charlie Weasley though last three years of hogwarts and his slytherin associate can he finally make a life for himself like Harry has? (CW/OC) (H/G) (R/Hr) (Do not read if you have not read the seventh book)

This story follows Charlie Weasley and his love with a slytherin character of mine. The story will slip between what's happening in the Harry potter present and Charlie's school years. Enjoy and please feel free to comment. enjoy


Prelude

Charlie Weasley woke up to the sound of a gunshot, sitting up he placed his head in his hands confused to the noise which was foreign to him. Ever since her first note, every dream of late had her in there somewhere or a feather at least. Getting up he walked over to the window and opened it getting some air into the stuffy room, how he longed to be back among the dragons, indoor life was starting to grate on him.

Suddenly an owl tumbled into his room, heading over to it, he perched it on one his bed posts taking the letter from his beak.

Meet me at the lakes edge, the place hidden by the forest, I wish to speak to you.

Please make sure your no followed. I'll know.

The writing was barely legible but he knew it was hers, he'd been expecting this for a week or so now but still he was unprepared and nervous, however next an almost uncontrollable anger ripped though him before something he hadn't felt properly for years. The owl hooted before leaving the room bringing him back to his sense; quickly he got dressed and headed out side. It reminded him of when he used to meet her in secret at school, there was no need for the secrecy it was more for fun, she had said.

The night air was surprisingly warm even with the pathetic wind, he checked behind him before opening the broom storeroom and taking out the lanterns he had let there for this moment.

Meet me by the fountain don't be late

Hospital wing ten minutes be there

He shook his head the memories, of her stood there arms folded and that mischievous grin on her face as he walked to the meeting place. He wondered if she could still portray that look or was it to warm for her cold nature now. Checking one last time he noticed his sister coming back so he picked up the pace, a strange fear clinging to him as he wished to fight a dragon for than to see her. But he had to know for one last time. After laying out the lanterns he sat and waited until a clocked figure emerged from the forest and from painted pale lips the words "well I'm back" escaped in a whisper.


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