AN: This is my first attempt at writing Charlie, my task was to write about him in his third year at Hogwarts so I decided to write about his first Care of Magical Creatures lesson.


Charlie was excited. He was more excited that he'd even been in his life. When he received his Hogwarts letter he didn't think his life would get any better, but boy was he wrong. When Charlie received his Hogwarts letter he hadn't been counting on the fact that he'd find his calling in life, and his calling in life started three days into his third year as that was the day he had his first Care of Magical Creatures lesson.

He leaped out of bed, stunning the rest of his dorm mates that were just waking up as he was usually rather sluggish in the mornings, and proceeded to dance around the dorm room as he get ready for the day.

"Alright, mate?" Alastair Bluewater asked as he noticed Charlie's strange behaviour.

"Never better!" He practically sang as he danced out of the door on his way to breakfast.

As he skipped through the common room and through the corridors he received several strange looks, none stranger than the look Bill sent his way. In all of the thirteen years Charlie had been alive Bill had never seen him this lively in the morning, and Charlie knowing this just sent a grin his way as he passed further confusing his brother.

He was still grinning as he sat down to breakfast and tucked into a rather large helping of bacon and scrambled eggs. As he was finishing his second helping he felt a presence behind him and turned to see the confused face of his best friend Tonks looking down at him.

"Has someone spiked your pumpkin juice?" she asked as she stared at his still smiling face.

"Nope. Sit down, try it!" he told her before turning back to finish his breakfast. Surprisingly she actually did try his pumpkin juice which, as he had told her, had definitely not been spiked.

"Okay then Weasley, what's got into you?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I mean," she told him, dragging out her words to create more emphasis, "that you are positively glowing and it is barely eight in the morning! Where's the sulky Charlie we've all come to know and love? You have to keep appearances up or people will start to suspect you're not really a thirteen year old boy!" Tonks laughed as she said this, her hair changing from her usual bubblegum pink to a bright turquoise as she did.

"Today is going to be a wonderful day, Dora. It's my first Care of Magical Creatures lesson!" Charlie's sing-song voice was back and that combined with Charlie calling her Dora was enough to make Tonks want to leave.

"Riiiiiight," she said, slowly getting up and edging away from the table, "I'm going to leave you to get that third helping I know you so desperately want and I'll see you in Transfiguration."


When Charlie arrived in his Care of Magical Creatures lesson he soon realised that he had been wrong about it being a wonderful day. He had been very wrong indeed.

Alistair, who had also taken Care of Magical Creatures, had been walking to the lesson with Charlie and he had been babbling constantly so when Charlie suddenly stopped talking he couldn't help but notice the sudden deterioration of his mood.

"Are you alright, Charlie?" Alistair asked noticing the grim look on Charlie's face.

"I…" he started, stopping in his tracks and refusing to take another step towards where Professor Kettleburn was waiting for the class to reach him, "I don't feel well."

Charlie wasn't lying, he had suddenly started feeling less then okay, but he wasn't ill. Charlie had noticed the creatures in the tank at the side of Professor Kettleburn and all the colour drained from his face.

"You don't look it, mate," Alistair told him, the concern evident in his voice, "do you want to go to the Hospital Wing?"

"No, I… I'll be fine," Charlie told him. He took a deep breath and slowly started inching his way to where the other students had gathered.

"Nice of you to finally join us, Mr Weasley!" Prefessor Kettleburn announced as he joined the back of the group, "Care to share what it as you and Mr Bluewater so eagerly had to discuss before joining us?"

Charlie said nothing, barely listening to the professor as he tried to control his breathing. He only just registered the fact that Alistair had started talking.

"He said he wasn't feeling well. I'm worried, I think I should take him to the Hospital Wing, Professor," Alistair told the professor. However, Professor Kettleburn wasn't interested and instead dismissed Alistair's comment.

"Nonsense, the boy looks just fine! Tell me, Mr Weasley, what is it that has you so quiet? From what I've heard you couldn't wait for my class!" Professor Kettleburn was grinning as he said this, obviously proud that he had a student that would actually pay attention in his lessons.

"Snakes," Charlie muttered.

"Speak up lad, I can't hear you!"

"Snakes," he repeated, "I don't do well with snakes."

"Ridiculous!" Professor Kettleburn announced, "Snakes are darling creatures. Here, come and hold one."

Charlie's face once again lost all colour.

"No, Professor, please..."

The exchange went on for another five minutes until Professor Kettleburn forced Charlie up to the front where the snakes were and he promptly fainted.


"You should have just come with me before the start of the class, mate," Alastair told Charlie after he had woken up in the Hospital Wing, "I was trying to do you a favour."

"What do you mean?" Charlie asked, confused at his friends words.

"I mean that I knew you were scared of snakes, so I thought I'd get you out of there before something disastrous happened, which it did."

"How… how did you know?" Charlie asked. As far as he knew Charlie had never told any of his friends that he was scared of snakes.

"You talk in your sleep, mate. 'No, Bill, stop it! Get that bloody snake away from me'" Alistair told him, doing a rather poor impression of Charlie's voice.

"I do not sound like that!" Charlie accused him, "And that snake was bloody terrifying, it was huge and had fangs. I woke up with it in my bed the following day. I think that's enough to put anyone off them."

Alistair just laughed which prompted Charlie to throw a pillow at him just as Tonks was walking through the doors.

"Okay, Weasley, spill! Why weren't you in Transfiguration? You're well enough to be throwing pillows at Al here, so you're well enough to be in lesson!"

Charlie proceeded to tell her what had happened, prompting her to laugh until her hair turned blue and tell him that he was "rubbish at keeping up the appearance of a thirteen year old boy" and he "should be ashamed of himself for having such pathetic phobias". This earned a pillow to the face from Charlie and soon the three of them were engaged in a full on pillow fight until Madam Pomfrey told them and kicked Alistair and Tonks out.

Madam Pomfrey told Charlie that she was keeping him in until dinner just to make sure there was nothing seriously wrong with him, and as Charlie lay there he could only hope that his next Care of Magical Creatures lesson would be more successful than this one had.


Word Count: 1,231.


AN: This was written at 1 o'clock in the morning and was rushed so I apologise if it isn't very good or there are any obvious mistakes. If there are mistakes can you please let me know so I can go back and fix them as I haven't had time to proofread it :)

For anyone that's read any of my other stuff and is interested, Connor Bluewater who is one of my Next-Gen characters is the nephew of Alistair. His father is Matthew Bluewater who is three years older than Harry.

This is for:

The Quidditch League Round 5.

Chaser 2: Write about Charlie Weasley in his 3rd year.

Prompts;

9. (dialogue) "I don't do well with snakes"

13. (word) ridiculous

14. (word) appearance