A/n: So... THANK YOU so so much for all my lovely reviews! You all inspired me to write a bit more of this story, so, here it is!

To Win a Heart Again

When Charlie got the invitation to his little brother's wedding he was happy and sad. Happy because every one that saw Ron near Hermione could see how much in love they were with each other. Sad, because every time he had to go back to England in the past seven years it had just made him feel miserable.

Very few people knew that Charlie Weasley had been at Hogwarts for the final battle. Even less people knew that he hadn't stayed to see the real last confrontation between Harry and Voldemort. And only he knew what had made him leave when he did, right after Voldemort had made Hagrid display Harry's body so everyone could see it.

Charlie Weasley was not a coward. Had never been one. You just had to look at his choice in job to know he was actually a very brave man. He had to be, to work with dragons. But when he saw the lifeless body of the man he had fallen in love with be dragged in front of the bastard who had killed him, Charlie just couldn't stand to stay there and see what else the monster would do to his love. He loved Harry Potter. He had had a crush on the boy when he had met him, and the boy was only fourteen at that time! He wasn't suppose to have a crush on the best friend of his little brother! Never mind that said boy was almost nine years younger then him. Never mind that said boy was the famous boy-who-lived.

He felt all those feelings came back to him at Bill's wedding. The boy was gorgeous and he didn't seem to realize it. But by then he already knew that his baby sister was smitten with Harry. He also had heard that they had dated for a time the year before. He had had to listen to his sister cry while telling him that Harry had broken up with him after Dumbledore's funeral. He could see that even after the breaking up both of them still cared a lot about the other, and after all the things Ron had told him about Harry, he was pretty sure that the young man had broke up with his sister because he wanted to protect her. Knowing all that made him look at the brunet boy from afar, not daring to get close to him.

But then, he received a call from Bill, saying that Harry, Ron and Hermione had showed up at his house with a weakened Ollivander, a bruised Luna, a injured goblin and a dead house elf. His brother told him about his suspicions: That the trio had a dangerous plan he couldn't quite figure out yet. That he needed help. And so he went back.

The first person he saw was Harry, sitting in a rock looking at the ocean. And he was beautiful. His mind went blank and his body moved on it's own. Getting closer and closer to the boy that without knowing made his heart beat faster. He sat beside Harry. And after a minute of silence they started to talk. And talk. And talk. The whole afternoon talking and he was falling for Harry. Hard. He came back day after day and they would talk. They talked about a lot of things but the slightly mention of the war made Harry close up, so he stopped trying to get the plan out of Harry and just getting to know him. And then, one day, the sun shone behind Harry, creating a halo of light and he couldn't resist. He kissed Harry for the first time, and the Boy-Who-Lived corresponded to his kiss with fervor. It didn't take long for them to go from kissing to making love. And those were the best days of his life.

So when he went out of Hogwarts and saw his beloved's dead body he just couldn't stand to stay there. So he left. Every body was busy, trying to understand what had happened, what they had to do now that their hero was dead, so no one saw him leaving. The wards were nonexistent, so he just apparated out. First to the burrow, then he went back to Romania, to his dragons. And from that day on, he had only go to England twice. For his niece, Victoire, birth and for Percy's wedding. Both occasions were incredibly sad to him. No one even mentioned Harry, but being there, going back to Shell Cottage.. it just broke his heart all over again.

Whenever he heard his friends at the dragon reserve speak about the Hogwarts Battle, he would walk away, not wanting to hear that the death of the Boy-Who-Lived had caused the light side to finally react to Voldemort's taunting. He didn't want to hear that by dying Harry had helped to make the darkest lord of all times mortal again. So, whenever someone said anything about the battle, Voldemort or Harry, Charlie would just leave then to their talk. With time, his friends realized how he felt about the topic and stopped talking about it in front of him. They all thought that, because he had been there, hearing the gossip that came after the battle made him fell angry and sad. In a way, they were right. Charlie just couldn't bare to hear again about Harry's death. Seeing it first hand had been more then enough.

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When the day come for him to go back to the Burrow, Charlie put up a strong face, a happy face. He was happy for his brother, and he knew that Hermione was the perfect match for him, just like Harry had been his perfect match. He was standing with his family at the altar in the small chapel when he heard the twins greeting someone with enthusiasm. He turned to see who had brought such exuberance from them and then he saw him. Harry. His Harry. With two kids that looked just like him. And his heart started to beat faster in his chest. Harry was there, sitting at the end of the chapel. He was alive. All this time he was alive. And NO ONE had told him that!

During all the ceremony he couldn't take his eyes off of Harry. He was just sitting there, looking just as gorgeous as he remembered. When the ceremony was over, he knew that Harry would go and congratulate the newly weds, so he waited. As did his mother and his twin brothers. He was the last to came out of the chapel, the two kids were extremely cute, hiding behind Harry's legs.

"It was a beautiful ceremony." Charlie stopped paying attention to his mother and listened Harry talking to his friends "you are lovely, Hermione, and I never saw Ron so happy as when you were walking down the aisle."

Charlie saw the new couple hugging Harry. "Thank you Harry." said Hermione "It's really good to see you again. But... who are they?" she asked pointing to the two kids hiding behind Harry's legs. And that was a question Charlie was dying to hear the answer to.

He fell in love all over again when Harry smiled at his friends. Charlie just wished the brunet would smile like that at him too.

"Ron, Mione, these are my sons, Teddy and Charlus."

His heart fell to the bottom of his stomach when he heard that. Harry had moved on. He had found someone else to love him. Someone who wasn't him.

"Ah! Little Teddy!" one of his twins brother said, by Harry's left shoulder "We were trying to figure out who they were." completed the other one from Harry's right.

"Teddy, Char, this are my friends, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George." the green eyed man said "and the two of you stay away from my children! They get in enough trouble as it is, I don't need you two filling their heads with your dangerous ideas."

"Oww, Harry!" said Fred "you wound us!" completed George. The little boy's giggle made his heart clench. He wanted to be with Harry and those boys. He wanted to be a family with them. But it was to late now.

Charlie lost himself thinking about what he wanted but couldn't have. He was startled when he heard his mother's voice. It dripped with venom.

"Your guests are waiting for you at the Burrow! It's time to go."

"But we didn't even asked Harry about little Charlus mother, yet!" complained George. And Charlie got intrigued both by the idea that Harry had married a woman and that he had named his son Charlus.

"Then you can stay with him!" was his mother's answer "but then don't bother coming to the party. It's bad luck to arrive after the bride and groom."

"I have a better idea." said Ron "You'll came with us Harry, and then you can tell us all about your life in America!"

"That will not happen!" growled Mrs Weasley. Charlie was about to go and say a few truths to his mother, but he didn't understood why she was being so mean to Harry, last time he heard them talking about him, the brunet man was almost a son the the Weasley parents.

"Please refrain from yelling in front of my children, Mrs. Weasley." Said Harry coldly, a shiver passed through Charlie's spine. "They're well behaved, and not used to people yelling at them. Now, Ron, Mione, I'm sorry, but I'm not taking this two somewhere we're not welcomed. You're curiosities will have to stay unanswered. Maybe the two of you can come for a visit after your honeymoon..."

"No." his brother was adamant, looking at his mother "Harry is my friend. My best friend. And I let you drive him all the way to the other side of the ocean once. Now that he is here I'm not going to let you drive him away from us again, mother. It's MY wedding, OUR wedding" he said looking Hermione in the eyes "And we both WANT Harry to be at the party. And if YOU can't stand to be in the same place as him, you can stay inside the house."

"Ron, please! I don't want to make a scene!" Harry tried to make his friend see reason.

"You're not the one making a scene, Harry, she is. And I'm not going to let her ruin this day. Come on, we have a party to go. Come on, kids, Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione will take you, okay?"

Charlie saw Ron, Hermione, Teddy and Charlus disappear. Then Harry was caught by the twins and they too left, leaving an irate Molly Weasley for him to deal with.

"How dare they!" his mother screamed "How dare they ruin the party!"

"Mum, their right." Charlie said "Harry is their friend. Ron and Hermione wouldn't be happy if he wasn't there to celebrate with them."

"Not you too?" said Molly desolated "Don't tell me you're on that... that... Casanova side as well!"

That Charlie really didn't understood.

"What are you talking about mum? I... didn't even know he was alive till he entered the chapel." his voice showed how affected he was by that.

"He survived." was Molly statement "and broke your sister heart, said he was gay so he couldn't be with her. As if! Harry Potter gay! What a joke! I'm sure he just made that up, so he could go and find himself a richer wife! That son of his has to have come from somewhere, after all."

At least now Charlie understood why no one talked about Harry around him. His mother was usually around him when he had been home, and if she was that mad with Harry, she obviously would chew the head out of anyone who said Harry's name in front of her.

"If you don't want to share Ron and Hermione's happiness just because Harry'll be at the party, fine. I'm going."

And with that, Charlie apparated to the Burrow. Harry was at the family table, with his two boys, and all of his family seamed to be around him, asking questions. He got closer and was able to hear Harry answering his sister's question. Apparently she wasn't mad at him anymore.

"I know I love him, Ginny, but apparently, he didn't. Not the way I do." Harry's voice was so sad when he said that. And Charlie just couldn't stop his curiosity.

"Love who?" he asked, a bit of hope in his heart.

"Charlus other father." was Hermione who answer "the bastard that left Harry after knocking him up."

Now that wouldn't do. Charlie thought. But at least he had two of his questions answered. One, Harry was still single. Two, he, Charlie had left, and the boy looked around... seven years so... there was a possibility that he was the other father.

"I think we should change subjects." said Harry "it's you wedding! We should be celebrating, not telling stories of so many years ago, let's have a toast! To Ron and Hermione! That they be happy together for many, many years to came!"

With his toast Harry managed to distract most of the family. But Charlie kept looking at him. He needed to talk to Harry. Explain why he had left. Tell him he was still in love with him. Had been for all those years, mourning the death of his other half. But Harry was a difficult person to talk to. He completely avoided being anywhere near Charlie. In the end, the redhead had given up for the night and sat at the family table, making plans to found where Harry was living so he could go and talk to him there. No matter that Harry was living in the U.S now. He just HAD to talk to the green eyed man now that he knew Harry was alive and well.

But luck was on his side, apparently. Harry had disappeared for a moment, when Charlie saw him came back, his younger son in his arms, holding Teddy's hand. He saw Harry look at the table, then at him. He turned back to his son and Charlie saw him say something to the little boy, and then the boy was coming in his direction. It was only when the boy was standing in front of him that he saw the teddy bear over the table.

"Hey there, Little man." he greeted.

"Hello." said the boy getting his bear.

"Can you tell your daddy that I need to talk to him, please?"

"Alright."

And then, the boy was gone. Charlie saw him say something to his father. Harry looked right into his eyes and shook his head. And then, all three of then were gone. But this time Charlie wouldn't let him get away from him. Not before he had a chance to explain. He went after Harry and was able to caught him before he apparated away. He grabbed Harry's arm, so he couldn't escape again.

"Harry wait! I need to talk to you!" Harry didn't even look at him.

"I have two tired kids I need to put to bed, Charlie, I can't talk to you right now." but the redhead was stubborn, he just couldn't let Harry go like that. Not without talking to him. It was how it all had started, talking.

"Here, I'll take Teddy, he can barely stand." he said, and he took the boy in his arms, so Harry would have to agree. "where are you staying?"

"Grimmauld Place" he answered.

And so, the four of them apparated to the old headquarters of the order of the phoenix the last place he would have thought Harry to be, thinking about all the memories that house contained.

Charlie followed Harry up the stairs and into a room. Kreacher had the beds ready for the kids, so all Harry and Charlie had to do was put them in bed. The redhead watched as Harry tucked in both boys lovingly, kissing them on their forehead before turning the lights off and taking Charlie out of the room, so he could close the door but leaving a bit open, so the hallway light would make the room just a tiny bit alighted.

Charlie couldn't help but be a bit hopeful, when he thought he saw Charlus hair start to become more red then black, but then again, it could have been just a trick of the light and his hope that that little boy was his.

The older man could see how nervous he was making the green eyed one. All the doubt, all the sorrow, and Charlie didn't know what to say now that he had the complete attention of the love of his life. How could he express his feelings, make the other understand that he too had mourned the loss of their love. He followed Harry to the drawing room. Harry sat in the armchair, looking at him expectantly. But all Charlie could do was sit opposite Harry and stare at the man, so he could be sure the other was there, alive, breathing. And he just didn't know how to break the tenue line he had to cross to reach the other man.

"Why are you here Charlie?" Harry was the one to finally broke the silence. "You said you needed to talk, so say what you have to say and leave. I'm tired, and those two will be up at dawn, like always."

"Who's Charlus other father?" came out of Charlie's mouth before he could help it. Just the thought of another man touching HIS Harry got him jealous.

"Charlus turned seven this January, you tell me who his other father is." Was Harry's answer and Charlie could see that he was angry. But he had to know, had to be sure. It was his only hope, that if Charlus was his son, he still had a chance to be with Harry.

"January?" Charlie asked trying to calculate when the boy was conceived. But when he came to the conclusion that that made it possible for him to be the other father he just couldn't believe. Harry couldn't be pregnant when he faced Voldemort. He just couldn't. He had died that day, how could he have kept the child after that? "Who's Charlus other father, Harry?" he asked again, this time with anger in his voice he was more then certain by that point that Harry had got pregnant right after the final battle, and just the thought that HIS Harry had been with another man made his heart stop for a second, rage taking over his mouth and brain. "To whom else did you spread your legs for during the war?"

Charlie barely saw Harry getting up, so he was completely caught by surprise when he felt Harry's hand in his cheek. It stung. He was sure he had a clear imprint of Harry's hand in his face.

"Get out of here Charles. Get out of my house and stay away from me and my family!" Harry had his wand out now, and a threatening fire in his eyes. But Charlie was stubborn, and didn't move at all, just looking at the irate face of the man he had loved for all those years. The man he had thought was dead till a few hours before. The man that he finally understood was alive, in front of him, telling him HE was the father of Charlus "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Harry screamed when Charlie wouldn't move.

And then, Charlie moved. His mind was overwhelmed by the idea that Harry was well and alive, that he was right in front of him. That he had a son with the love of his life. He felt an all consuming need to claim the other man, like he had done all those year before, on the beach by Shell Cottage. The redhead man got up from the armchair, walked the two steps that separated him from the brunet man and giving the wand in Harry's hand no mind, grabbed Harry by the neck and kissed him. Harry's struggle was feeble, and every second their lips were touching made Charlie's heart jump in his chest, he was kissing Harry again. The love of his life was in his arms again. And the kiss got needy, Charlie's tongue going inside Harry's mouth, tasting, mapping, relearning every nook of it. He was in heaven with Harry in his arms.

And then Harry had his hands entangled in the redhead's hair, pulling him closer. Charlie's other hand came to rest on Harry's waist, and they kissed till air became a necessity and they had to let go of the other's mouth. Charlie looked down so he could stare at Harry's eyes, his hands still bringing Harry as close to him as he was able.

With a huge sigh Charlie put their foreheads together. Looking deeply in the green eyes of the love of his life. "I love you." he said. He was consumed by the love he felt for Harry at that moment and just had to say it, had to make Harry understand how deeply under Charlie's skin he managed to get.

But Harry's reaction wasn't what Charlie had expected. Instead of saying 'I love you too', Harry stepped out of Charlie's arms. Charlie watched ashe summoned his wand back to his hand and said:

"Get out of here Weasley." this time his voice was cold and steely. "Get out of my house, get out of my life. I don't want to see you ever again." and without a last glance at Charlie, Harry got out of the drawing room, closing the door behind him.

Charlie remained there, looking at the door Harry had left. He knew without having to try that the door was locked. That Harry wouldn't let him explain himself. But Charlie wouldn't give up just like that, he might have lost that battle, but he would win Harry's heart again. And this time, he would keep it for all eternity. It was just fair, after all, Charlie's heart already belonged to Harry, and the redhead didn't want it back, so his only option was to have Harry's heart in return. And he would get it back. Some way, he would win Harry's heart again.

A/n: so... yeah.. it probably wasn't what you were all expecting, but now you all know WHY Charlie left... so... Review? This could have a last chapter... but... well we'll see...