Disclaimer: The characters and any plot points you recognize belong to JKR, anything else belongs to me. I won't be repeating this with every chapter.

A/N: I mentioned that I wanted to know more about Charlie, and someone suggested I write his biography. (thanks silverbirch) so here goes. I can't promise a chapter a day, but I will try to keep to at least a chapter a week. It may be more than that, or less, depending on what real life throws at me.

Charlie Weasley's first memory is of meeting his new sibling. He was four years old, and not happy about becoming a big brother. His father had told him what a big responsibility it was, to be a big brother. He wasn't sure he was ready for that, after all, he really was just a little boy. His brother, Bill was already a really good big brother, and Charlie wasn't sure he could be as good.

"Bill, Charlie, come in and meet your new baby brother."

Bill went right into the room, excited to meet the new baby. Charlie was more cautious, walking slowly into the room. He peered into the cradle and saw what he assumed was his baby brother.

"Daddy, I thought you said we were getting a baby brother. All's I see in the cradle is a monkey."

Bill gasped in shock at his brother's words. "You looked the same way, you know." Bill looked at the baby again. "I think he's really cute."

Charlie couldn't believe he had just said that his brother looked like a monkey. His Mummy and Daddy didn't seem like they were angry, but he wasn't sure. He decided the best idea would be to go into his room so that if they decided they WERE angry, he wouldn't be right there. He gathered his favorite picture books and hid under the covers of his bed.

Charlie heard his door open and Bill saying his name very softly.

"You know, Charlie, you didn't say anything wrong. Mummy isn't mad with you. It was kind of funny; she looked at Percy and decided you were right, that he did look like a monkey."

Charlie slowly pulled the covers off his head. He looked at Bill, and then tapped him on the head.

"Tag…you're it…come and get me!" He looked over his shoulder at his older brother, and dashed out into the back garden.

Bill followed him out into the garden where they played until their father came to get them for dinner and bath time. Neither task was typically their Daddy's job, and Charlie thought it might be fun to give him a bit of a hard time.

"I don't eat that Daddy, Mummy always makes me something different when she makes carrots"

"Daddy, that isn't true. Mummy makes Charlie eat the carrots too."

Charlie ate the carrots.

"Daddy, Mummy doesn't make me take a bath."

"Charlie, you've been out in the garden all day…you're filthy, into the tub with you."

"But DADDY…I don't want to take a bath."

Charlie knew he had gone too far when he saw his mother, standing in the hallway, with her hands on her hips. He slowly climbed into the tub, and let his father get him cleaned up. He was hoping that the "scary Mummy face" was all the punishment he was going to get.

He was lucky that Mummy was so tired from the new baby that she didn't come and yell at him. He also decided that the "scary Mummy face" was enough make him listen to Daddy, and be good, like Bill. He settled himself in bed with his stuffed Welsh Dragon. Tomorrow was another day, and Charlie was SURE that he would be a better boy.

Charlie's life changed again, two years later, when two more brothers were born. Charlie really thought his dad was trying to play an April Fool's Day trick on them, when he said there were TWO babies. He didn't believe it, until he saw them both in the cot. He even poked them both, to make sure one wasn't a doll.

The twins, Fred and George, were trouble from the start. Once they started walking and talking, it was almost unbearable. Charlie was, however, very happy that HE wasn't on the receiving end of the "Scary Mummy Face" nearly as often as they were.

It was starting to get crowded at the Burrow. Charlie spent a lot of time outside, or in his room. He wasn't fond of all the noise that the twins made and they were always into something. Percy wasn't so bad, Charlie was barely aware that he was there.

Charlie was eight when his brother Ron was born. By this time, it was old news. One more person in the Burrow, just a little more crowded. Charlie could be found on a broom in the paddock if it was sunny, or, even if it wasn't.

When Ginny was born, a year later, Charlie hoped that there would be no more babies coming, now that his Mum finally had a girl. He wasn't sure how babies came to being, but he hoped that someone else's family would be getting some now. He was pretty sure his house couldn't fit any more people. It was still a year until Bill went off to Hogwarts. He would rather it was the twins going, Bill was his best friend.

"Charlie, can we fly with you? We don't want to be inside with the BABIES!"

Here they came, the tag team twin terrors. All he really wanted to do was fly around the paddock a few times. Just to get away for a minute or two. They were always there.

"No, go find Percy, or Bill…maybe one of them will tell you a story or something. I just want a couple of minutes alone, please….PLEASE?"

Charlie was happy to see them wander back toward the house. It was with just a little bit of trepidation that he wondered what they were going to do to his belongings while he was flying. He decided just to let whatever happened happen. Charlie was sure that no matter what they did, Mum or Dad could put it right. Mum and dad could fix anything.

Mum spent lots of time during the year making sure that Bill, especially, but Charlie and Percy, and the twins to some extent, were learning the things they needed to know when they were off to Hogwarts. Almost every morning found them gathered around the trestle table in the kitchen with schoolbooks. Every afternoon, the older boys could be found either doing chores or flying around the paddock.

When it was finally time for Bill to leave for Hogwarts, the family went to see him off on the train. When they got home, Charlie went into his room and got into bed. He pulled the covers over his head, grabbed his stuffed Welsh dragon, and cried himself to sleep.