A/N: Freya Ishtar and I are both writing Charlie Weasley Death Eater fics. The idea came from a post on the Death Eater Express facebook group. It was actually a recommendation request, but you know how it is, once an idea forms it doesn't let go. Anyway credit for this beautiful plunny goes to Murrilicious1316 for asking for Weasley Death Eaters. As well as Freya Ishtar for complaining about not being able to share her own plunny yet because she wants to finish her WIP's before starting a new one. Anyway Freya and I have both discussed the basic plots of our stories and realized they are totally different and as such we will both be posting our stories. If you haven't read any of Freya's works I strongly encourage you to do so. She is AMAZING! Okay so for anyone who's read my other stories these chapters are going to be quite a bit shorter than the others. But hopefully that means that I can update weekly. Any who this is a Charmione story so my fancast are as follows. Charlie Weasley: Danila Polyakov Wesley the Death Eater Persona of Charlie: Davide Cancila Hermione Granger: Emma Watson (sorry I just can't picture her as anyone else.) Any way my fancasts are just that mine. You can picture whomever you choose when you are reading this. Anyway. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I'm enjoying writing.
He looked around the cavernous room wondering what everyone else's story was. He was sure they all had their own reasons for joining. As far as stories went his was most assuredly not the best. His dad didn't beat him or force him into joining. He wasn't bullied at Hogwarts; his mom wasn't dead, she hadn't abandoned or ignored him. As a matter of fact it was quite the opposite, his father might have been busy a lot but he had always made time for his kids. He had actually been quite popular at Hogwarts. As a quidditch player and someone who admittedly had looks, and his mom loved all her kids, maybe a little too much. And there-in lay the problem. He was tired of being nagged to get a safer job. Tired of being called Momma's boy at the Reserve because she continued to send him a ridiculous amount of care packages even though he had begged her to stop. Tired of her fussing every time he came home for the holidays with a new scar. Tired of her acting like she had to have been the worst mother in the world, just because he got a new tattoo. He was tired of the dramatics. Hey, like he said it wasn't the best reason but it was his reason. He was just lucky the Dark Lord let him attend revels and meetings in disguise. He may be having the time of his life, but he did not need more hysterics from his mother, or the order finding out. Before each and every meeting he glamoured his long orange hair black, his green eyes blue, covered his scars, made his skin a little lighter, and covered all his tattoos. He also changed his personal style up a bit. Actually his Death Eater style mimicked Snape quite a bit. Instead of the fabric cloaks most of the other Death Eaters wore he had had his made out of black Dragon leather. He wore muggle style dragon leather combat boots, and rather than the muggle t-shirts and jeans he wore at home, he stuck exclusively to protective charm woven wizard robes.
He was drawn out of his contemplation by the Dark Lord entering the room. He and all the rest of the Death Eaters immediately dropped to one knee. "Harry Potter will be in the Department of Mysteries tomorrow. He is being led into a trap, by me. He will be retrieving a prophecy. I want that prophecy. That is why only a select few of you will be going. Bella, Lucius, Rodolphus, Rabastan, Dolohov, and Wesley you will be the main group. Crabbe, Mulciber, Jugson, Macnair, Avery, Rookwood, and Nott you will be back up."
He groaned in his mind. He may have convinced the Dark Lord that it was advantageous to not have his name spread around the inner circle, as he could spy better without any rumors about him being a death eater spreading. The Dark Lord had agreed but had picked the most annoying thing to call him by instead. Wesley.
He called out "Yes Master" with the others, the Romaninan accent thick in his voice. He really only played it up as another layer to his disguise. Afte the Dark Lord dismissed them he apparated to his apartment. Once safely inside he dropped the glamours and sighed. His dunderheaded brother was sure to be their tomorrow. At least it was only a retrieval mission. Most people would assume he had slept fitfully that night worried about running into his brother and having to hurt him. They would be wrong.