A new story about everybodies favorite Weasley (well, mine at least): Charlie! It's not that he was a delinquent when he was younger, he just found hands-on experience more stimulating than book learning. What'll happen when he gets in over his head? Read on to find out.
A/N: Major plot holes alert! I have used poetic license so that Percy and Cedric are in the same year, even though he would have graduated before the Tri-Wizard tournament. There are a few other instances of time-altering, but they're mostly minor, so just ignore them.
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"Man, it is freezing out there!" Charlie shivered as he hurried into the warmth of the Burrow.
"Shut the door, or it'll be freezing in here too!" Hermione called from her spot on the floor.
"Oh, I wouldn't dare, Bill's right behind me." Charlie grinned. "What are you all doing?"
"Mum and Dad went out to dinner at some Ministry wizard's house, so we've been playing Truth or Dare." Ginny explained. (A/N: I promise it's not going to center on the game! Please keep reading!)
"Thrilling. How old are you again, ten?" Bill asked sarcastically, slamming the door shut. He shook the snow out of his hair, and began stripping off his many outer layers.
"Oh come on, we were bored. Besides, there was nothing better to do. It's too bloody cold to play Quidditch." Fred complained.
"Yeah, the balls refused to leave the box. Even the bludgers." Harry called.
"Care to join us?" Came a voice from deep in an armchair facing the fire.
"Oh, Percy, don't tell me you're playing too." Charlie laughed.
"Fine, Mr. 'So-cool-my-underwear-is-probably-made-of-ice,' let's see what you do. Truth or dare?" Percy shot back.
"Ice underwear?" Charlie looked at Bill. They both shivered. "Okay, truth."
"Uh...anyone have anything they want to ask Charlie?" Percy called. "I was kinda banking on him taking the dare."
"I figured it would have to do with ice underwear." Charlie joked.
"I've got something I've been wondering for a whle." Harry spoke up. "When did you get into Quidditch?"
Bill and Charlie froze. (Pun intended.)
"Well?" Ginny prodded.
"Well, it all started with a certain pair of self-righteous eleven year olds..." Charlie began.
"Oh no," Percy groaned from his seat. "You're starting at the very beginning, aren't you?"
"You sure you want them to hear about this?" Bill asked, his brow furrowing with concern. He gestured towards Fred, George, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny, who made up over a half of the circle. "Don't you think they may be a bit...unequipped to deal with it?"
"Hey, I was younger than them, and I was equipt enough to go through the whole thing." Charlie argued.
"And besides, after all that set-up, it would be cruel to just cut it off right now." Hermione looked up at Bill pleadingly.
"Fine, whatever, it's your story." Bill sat down on the couch, trying to feign apathy.
Charlie sat down next to him and said, "No way man; it's just as much your story as mine..."
(Flashback! Doodly-Doodly-Doo!)
"Charlie, I know you're in there!"
I was so startled, I almost dropped the Hippogriff egg Hagrid had been showing me and Luiz.
Hagrid looked around nervously. Luiz quickly took the other eggs from his shaking hands and put them on the table.
"C'mon Hagrid, we've done this dozens of times before." I said, peeking out the window before replacing the egg and heading for Hagrid's back door.
"I know, it's just never been the Prefect Youth before."
The Prefect Youth are my brother Percy and his stupid friend Cedric, Luiz's bro. I highly suspected my older brother Bill had brain washed them into thinking classes and learning were more important than the chance to see a real hippogriff's nest.
Percy's girly voice rang out again. "I'm going to tell mum you've been skipping classes again.
Luiz tugged on my arm for me to follow him. We had never gotten caught skipping class before, and we didn't intend to start now.
We eased the door open quietly, then slipped out.
"Going somewhere, Weasley?"
Next thing I knew, I was up against the wall of the hut, my left arm twisted up behind my back.
"Ow, Steve, stop it!" I hollered. Behind me, I saw Percy and Cedric trying to wrestle Luiz to the ground, before Steve, a sixteen year old Hufflepuff prefect, hit the backs of my knees, making my fall into a kneeling position.
"Petrificus totalus." He muttered. My whole body stiffened. Satisfied, he moved on to Luiz, who was currently trying to tear Percy from his back while Cedric was trying desperately to tackle him. I'm embarrassed to say they were succeeding. Luiz is kind of a skinny guy, even for fourteen, but if he starts running, no one can catch him.
Steve used the full body bind on Luiz too. Standing up and wiping his hands, Steve announced, "Good job, guys."
Percy and Cedric looked so damn proud of themselves, I thought. I couldn't wait until later in the common room...Percy wouldn't look so smug with a black eye.
I only half listened as Steve rattled off a list of directions for the dork patrol. It was the usual...he was leaving Cedric in charge...he was going to go get Prof. McGonagall...Percy, go tell Prof. Dumbledore that they caught two students cutting class...yada, yada, yada.
He said the same thing every time. Every time Luiz and I escaped the dork patrol, and you know, with the good grades they get, they aren't very smart. They still haven't figured it out.
As soon as Steve and Percy left, Cedric stood guard, his back to us, facing the front of the castle.
Hagrid developed a cough that sounded suspiciously like 'Flexius totalus,' the full body bind counter curse, while the tip of his pink umbrella peaked out the door at me. We had an unspoken agreement that if he did this for us, we wouldn't mention his part in our cutting, if ever we get caught and punished.
I quietly grabbed my wand and unbound Luiz. We would beat up whoever of the prefect youth was standing guard, then make our escape. Steve never stayed, thankfully; even we, two pretty stupid kids, wouldn't try to take him on, even alone.
Eleven year olds, now that's another story.
After leaving Cedric under a tree, we retreated to a small clearing in the forbidden forest, where we frequently hid after 'getting caught.' Our plan was to wait until a little before dinner ended, sneak up to our respective common rooms, and crawl into bed, feigning illness by the time the prefects checked on why we hadn't been to class that day.
Like I said, we've never been caught cutting...by anyone that matters.
A/N: Major plot holes alert! I have used poetic license so that Percy and Cedric are in the same year, even though he would have graduated before the Tri-Wizard tournament. There are a few other instances of time-altering, but they're mostly minor, so just ignore them.
Water
"Man, it is freezing out there!" Charlie shivered as he hurried into the warmth of the Burrow.
"Shut the door, or it'll be freezing in here too!" Hermione called from her spot on the floor.
"Oh, I wouldn't dare, Bill's right behind me." Charlie grinned. "What are you all doing?"
"Mum and Dad went out to dinner at some Ministry wizard's house, so we've been playing Truth or Dare." Ginny explained. (A/N: I promise it's not going to center on the game! Please keep reading!)
"Thrilling. How old are you again, ten?" Bill asked sarcastically, slamming the door shut. He shook the snow out of his hair, and began stripping off his many outer layers.
"Oh come on, we were bored. Besides, there was nothing better to do. It's too bloody cold to play Quidditch." Fred complained.
"Yeah, the balls refused to leave the box. Even the bludgers." Harry called.
"Care to join us?" Came a voice from deep in an armchair facing the fire.
"Oh, Percy, don't tell me you're playing too." Charlie laughed.
"Fine, Mr. 'So-cool-my-underwear-is-probably-made-of-ice,' let's see what you do. Truth or dare?" Percy shot back.
"Ice underwear?" Charlie looked at Bill. They both shivered. "Okay, truth."
"Uh...anyone have anything they want to ask Charlie?" Percy called. "I was kinda banking on him taking the dare."
"I figured it would have to do with ice underwear." Charlie joked.
"I've got something I've been wondering for a whle." Harry spoke up. "When did you get into Quidditch?"
Bill and Charlie froze. (Pun intended.)
"Well?" Ginny prodded.
"Well, it all started with a certain pair of self-righteous eleven year olds..." Charlie began.
"Oh no," Percy groaned from his seat. "You're starting at the very beginning, aren't you?"
"You sure you want them to hear about this?" Bill asked, his brow furrowing with concern. He gestured towards Fred, George, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny, who made up over a half of the circle. "Don't you think they may be a bit...unequipped to deal with it?"
"Hey, I was younger than them, and I was equipt enough to go through the whole thing." Charlie argued.
"And besides, after all that set-up, it would be cruel to just cut it off right now." Hermione looked up at Bill pleadingly.
"Fine, whatever, it's your story." Bill sat down on the couch, trying to feign apathy.
Charlie sat down next to him and said, "No way man; it's just as much your story as mine..."
(Flashback! Doodly-Doodly-Doo!)
"Charlie, I know you're in there!"
I was so startled, I almost dropped the Hippogriff egg Hagrid had been showing me and Luiz.
Hagrid looked around nervously. Luiz quickly took the other eggs from his shaking hands and put them on the table.
"C'mon Hagrid, we've done this dozens of times before." I said, peeking out the window before replacing the egg and heading for Hagrid's back door.
"I know, it's just never been the Prefect Youth before."
The Prefect Youth are my brother Percy and his stupid friend Cedric, Luiz's bro. I highly suspected my older brother Bill had brain washed them into thinking classes and learning were more important than the chance to see a real hippogriff's nest.
Percy's girly voice rang out again. "I'm going to tell mum you've been skipping classes again.
Luiz tugged on my arm for me to follow him. We had never gotten caught skipping class before, and we didn't intend to start now.
We eased the door open quietly, then slipped out.
"Going somewhere, Weasley?"
Next thing I knew, I was up against the wall of the hut, my left arm twisted up behind my back.
"Ow, Steve, stop it!" I hollered. Behind me, I saw Percy and Cedric trying to wrestle Luiz to the ground, before Steve, a sixteen year old Hufflepuff prefect, hit the backs of my knees, making my fall into a kneeling position.
"Petrificus totalus." He muttered. My whole body stiffened. Satisfied, he moved on to Luiz, who was currently trying to tear Percy from his back while Cedric was trying desperately to tackle him. I'm embarrassed to say they were succeeding. Luiz is kind of a skinny guy, even for fourteen, but if he starts running, no one can catch him.
Steve used the full body bind on Luiz too. Standing up and wiping his hands, Steve announced, "Good job, guys."
Percy and Cedric looked so damn proud of themselves, I thought. I couldn't wait until later in the common room...Percy wouldn't look so smug with a black eye.
I only half listened as Steve rattled off a list of directions for the dork patrol. It was the usual...he was leaving Cedric in charge...he was going to go get Prof. McGonagall...Percy, go tell Prof. Dumbledore that they caught two students cutting class...yada, yada, yada.
He said the same thing every time. Every time Luiz and I escaped the dork patrol, and you know, with the good grades they get, they aren't very smart. They still haven't figured it out.
As soon as Steve and Percy left, Cedric stood guard, his back to us, facing the front of the castle.
Hagrid developed a cough that sounded suspiciously like 'Flexius totalus,' the full body bind counter curse, while the tip of his pink umbrella peaked out the door at me. We had an unspoken agreement that if he did this for us, we wouldn't mention his part in our cutting, if ever we get caught and punished.
I quietly grabbed my wand and unbound Luiz. We would beat up whoever of the prefect youth was standing guard, then make our escape. Steve never stayed, thankfully; even we, two pretty stupid kids, wouldn't try to take him on, even alone.
Eleven year olds, now that's another story.
After leaving Cedric under a tree, we retreated to a small clearing in the forbidden forest, where we frequently hid after 'getting caught.' Our plan was to wait until a little before dinner ended, sneak up to our respective common rooms, and crawl into bed, feigning illness by the time the prefects checked on why we hadn't been to class that day.
Like I said, we've never been caught cutting...by anyone that matters.