Charlie's reaction to Fred's death: my intention was to write a Charlie/Krum crack-porn fic, but somehow this emerged instead. Short.
Disclaimer: this is so obviously I don't own anything :D
What Charlie did
Charlie Weasley returned to Romania a broken man.
Fred's death had shaken him to the core and he spent the following few weeks with his family in England, all of them struggling to come to terms with the loss of their son and sibling, trying to make sense of his death when no sense existed.
For Charlie, there were reminders of Fred everywhere he turned: in the walls of the Burrow where they had grown up together, in the back garden where they had played Quidditch so often, in the attic where Fred and George had practiced and perfected so many of their jokes and pranks, and most tellingly of course, in the face of his brother George.
And yet, George no longer resembled the Fred Weasley that Charlie had known and loved so well. His memories of Fred were of a cheeky, smiling, freckle-faced boy always bubbling with effervescent energy; not this gaunt, pale-faced ghost of a creature. Without his twin, George was a shadow of his former self, and at last Charlie was unable to bear it any longer. Contemptuous of his own weakness but feeling helpless in the face of George's suffering and the constant reminder he provided of Fred's absence, he returned to Romania and threw himself into his work. Over time he found that the pain of the loss lessened, although it never completely faded away.
But to his dying day he never forgot the smile on Fred's face as he lay dead on the grass, while the battle of Hogwarts raged on.
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