So I've had some writer's block on my other story, Soul Mated, and have decided to start this one in an attempt to unblock. Many have seemed interested in the match between Charlie and Gabrielle and it has so many possibilities that I couldn't help myself. Enjoy!


Arriving in the flat above Weasley's Wizard Wheezes on Tuesday, September 2nd, Charlie Weasley hoped to never attend another engagement party for as long as he lived. He saw the missive from the Ministry of Magic and scowled at it, as if it was the parchment's fault he had had to endure yet another afternoon of congratulating people that, in all likelihood, never would have married in the first place. And possibly shouldn't. Though, in a way, it was the parchment's fault.

Attention all unmarried witches and wizards between the ages of 17-35:

With the fall of Lord Voldemort our numbers have been greatly diminished and the future of the British wizarding world is at risk. It is the responsibility of the Ministry to take every action to remedy this problem, therefore we are enacting a marriage law.

Upon receipt of this letter you have one week to find an acceptable match and marry within 9 months. If no engagement is filed with the Ministry in that time you must be subjected to a soul mate test. All those with viable soul mates* must wed within 9 months**. There will then be another week for those without viable soul mates to choose their own match and marry within 9 months. If one is not found you will fill out a questionnaire and be matched up by Ministry matchmakers and marry within 9 months.

Those who do not comply with this new law will lose their jobs and may be subjected to time in Azkaban.

~Kingsley Shaklebolt

*Viable soul mate meaning opposite gender, living, unwed, unrelated, and magical (so that all future children of this match have a higher chance of being magical). If you have a soul mate match in which one party is wed the married party has the option of divorcing the current spouse and meeting his or her soul mate, but will not be privy to the name of the soul mate until such decision is final.

**If one's soul mate is underage you will be given the choice of waiting until your soul mate is of age or moving on as if you haven't a viable soul mate.

So there you have it. Charlie Weasley would be attending engagment parties for the next month. Then the weddings. He shuddered at the thought. He was avoiding thinking of the inevetability of his own engagment. As long as he didn't think about it he could pretend it wasn't happening. This was made more difficult by the small red parchment peaking its way out from under the Ministry missive that stated that he was to be at the Ministry of Magic office in one hour for his soul mate test appointment. He figured he might as well go early, maybe stop by and see his father.

His parents had been pressing for all of their children to get engaged before the choice was made for them, and that was fine. For the others. Percy was marrying the only girl he'd ever actually had a relationship with, Penelope Clearwater. George was marrying Angelina, both finding solace in each other. Ginny was marrying the boy who lived twice, the only boy she'd really ever had eyes for, and he couldn't imagine either of them happier. He suspected that they were even thankful to the new law, as Molly and Arthur Weasley would never have let their youngest get married so young in other circumstances. And Ron would certainly make Hermione Granger his after so many years of pussyfooting. But Charie had no one. After living in Romania for so many years and then the war, he hadn't really had a lot of time to meet anyone or settle down. And that had been fine with him.

He got to his father's new office in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement just after 2 PM. His father had been moved at the request of Kingsley after the war as the Ministry had to be completely restructured and few senior employees remained.

"Hello, Dad."

"Charlie! To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit on a work day?" Arthur asked.

"George decided that we would only need one person manning the shop for the next couple weeks since everyone in Wizarding Britain is a little busy with this new law and today is Verity's day. I didn't feel like moping around my flat before my soul mate test and was wondering if maybe my dear and loving father could help his extremely nervous son out?" Charlie inquired, giving his father his best puppy dog eyes.

"I invented that look to stay on your mother's good side, it won't work on me. But I'll help you out anyway because I am just as curious as you boys are to see who you'll end up with. At least Ginny, George, Percy, and Bill got to choose their matches. I'm worried about you and Ronald." Charlie couldn't remember his dad looking so old before.

"What do you mean, worried about Ronald? Last I checked Mum was beside herself with the excitement of giving ickle Ronniekins Grandma Prewitt's ring."

"Yes, well, it seems your youngest brother has decided to roll the dice, as it were," Arthur said, sadly.

"Hermione taught you that phrase, didn't she?" Charlie said, trying to lighten the mood. He knew his parents would be heartbroken at not truly being the young witch's family. Even though he'd never spent much time with her one on one, he was a little heartbroken himself. "Come on, let's go find out your newest daughter in law!"

"Wait right here and try to look pathetic," Arthur said, and walked to the desk outside his office. He said a few words to the older witch there, they laughed and she looked his way. Charlie gave his best bashful smile and the witch winked, handing his father a plastic bag.

"Here we are then. Since we have to do so many of these tests in so many places we've made them idiot proof. In this bag we have a vial of potion, a nametag and a strip of parchment. Put three drops of blood from your left ring finger into the vial with this," Arthur said, producing a daggar from his desk drawer.

Charlie pricked his finger and squeezed the requisite amount of blood into the vial. His father then capped the vial, gave it a couple shakes, and inserted the coiled strip of parchment. Removing the strip he suspended it in the air.

"Now, use a hair drying charm on it while I get some work done," Arthur commanded.

Charlie did as he was told, and used his wand to blast a jet of hot air at the wet parchment for the next few minutes. Plucking up his courage he looked at the parchment.

"Well. Bugger me sideways."

"What? Who is it? It cant be that-" Arthur said as he rose from his desk to look at his son's test. "Oh. Oh my. I'm going to have to look up the regulations on this one."