| CHAPTER SEVEN, Commemorations of the Second Wizarding War Part Three |
May 3, 2008; The Burrow
Harry awoke to a tapping against the window. He opened his eyes to find a still-blossoming light shining into his face. He looked from the window to the slumbering red-head next to him: the man he called 'husband.'
Tap, tap.
Harry's sight tried to focus on the window but nothing but a light blur came through. He reached over Charlie's broad back and grasped his glasses, swiftly placing them over his eyes. Standing on the windowsill was Hunna, staring at her master, holding a small brown package with twine wrapped around it like a bow would be around a present. Realizing what it was, Harry mumbled to himself, "Can't believe I forgot that." Thinking back to why he'd forgotten it, he mentally took the comment back. "Thanks, Hunna," Harry said, taking the light package from her beak and petting her under the sharp mouth. She lovingly nipped his finger and took off.
"Harry? Why's it cold?" Charlie asked, patting the place where Harry's warm body had only just been.
"I left dad's present at home," Harry said, standing over Charlie, the latter's face still resting towards the opposite wall. "Hunna woke me up. She brought it over."
"Smart bird, now get back in here."
Harry rolled his eyes and dropped the box on the nightstand before jumping over Charlie's form and landing roughly on the bed, making them both bounce and the mattress creak.
"Nnnnnngh," Charlie groaned.
"What? You wanted me back so I'm back," Harry prodded, kissing the tip of Charlie's nose.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Is it safe to come in?" came Ginny's voice through the door.
"Yeah," Harry said, turning to lay on his backside, propping himself up on his elbows; Charlie remained motionless.
Ginny came in, reddened slightly at the form of Charlie's naked back sticking out of the covers, thankful that Harry had on pajamas. "James was asking when you were going to pour him some cereal. He was very adamant that you did it," Ginny said, smirking at the stubbornness her child had inherited from both his parents. Harry couldn't help but do the same.
"I would but Charlie's cold," Harry joked.
"Charlie will be fine," Ginny said, her hands moving to her hips. "He's a grown man."
"You clearly don't know your brother," Harry joked even further, a gaping grin spreading across his face. However, that earned him a shove as Charlie opened an eye.
"Look into my eye," Charlie said, trying to imitate the Muggle movie he couldn't place the title of.
"I'm coming, Gin," Harry said, winking to her. She smiled knowingly and closed the door behind her. "Fatherly duty calls," Harry said, getting up again.
"Rutty stubborn kids. Wish I knew where they got it from." Harry nipped Charlie's ear harder than normal before opening the door and heading out into the hall. "Bring me something!" Charlie called after him.
Charlie didn't join the rest of them until after noon. Andromeda and Teddy had already gone back to her home and George, Angelina, Fred, and Roxanne had already gone back to their home in London; the couple lived above the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes shop front. Arthur, Molly, Bill, Fleur, Hermione, Victoire, Dominique, and Rose were all out shopping in Diagon Alley. James, Louis, and Albus were playing outback while Harry and Ron were seated on the stoop outback, each holding an infant; Hugo asleep and Lily sucking a dummy. Ginny and Charles were out front, the former clearly upset; Charlie guessed that he was telling her that he had to go on another business trip.
Charlie grabbed a glass of Pumpkin Juice and joined his husband and brother on the stoop. They greeted him welcomingly and the three men watched the kids play, talking about the event that was only five hours away. The memorial service would begin with a cocktail drinks and Hors d'oeuvres party, allowing the invitees to mingle. After an hour, a musical guest was supposed to start livening up the night until finally the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic would take the stage and begin the speaking segment. Harry was supposed to follow him as the keynote speaker for the Minister, when Kingsley Shacklebolt would close out the service. Any who wanted to continue to mingle after would be allowed to stay only until nine in the evening.
When Arthur and party didn't return when it was time for Charlie and Harry to get ready for the service, Harry left the small box on the bedroom nightstand and the couple disapparated. Reappearing in their bedroom, Charlie took the shower first—and alone. Harry undressed and walked over to the picture frame on his-side nightstand. It was a picture of Harry, Ginny, Charlie, Charles, James, Albus, and Lily, being held jointly by Ginny and Harry. It had been a happy moment, unlike the one that had ensued only half an hour ago. James and Albus had refused to leave Harry's side after he had been playing with them in the yard, the three boys posing as Aurors fighting off Harry: the mountain troll. Ginny, who clearly had been crying, was trying her best to keep it together as she urged her two sons to come with her to head home. After Ginny neared the verge of crying in frustration, Harry interjected and told them it was time for them to go with mommy and that he'd see them soon and that mommy needed them right now. The boys finally complied and gave their dad a long hug before disapparating with Ginny, who was holding Lily in her arms.
"Hey, beautiful," Charlie said, his wet skin coming in contact with Harry's back, as well as another appendage brushing Harry's hairy bum.
"Hey," Harry said, placing the frame down and turning to wrap his arms around Charlie's neck.
Noting the picture, Charlie said, "Sorry about Gin."
Harry shook his head. "Nothing you coulda' done."
"I think Charles told her he was going off again. I heard them arguing out front before I joined you guys."
"I figured. What else would it have been?"
Charlie shrugged and leaned in for a kiss. "I hope I never make you that upset."
"Well if you ever do—which I don't think you will—but if you do, I don't think a box of tissues will help. In fact, I reckon you might even have to go into hiding," Harry said with a laugh.
"Nah, we'd just grudge it out on top 'a here," Charlie said, motioning with his head to the bed.
"Prolly right," Harry said, his own member twitching at the thought.
Feeling the slight sensation against his thigh, Charlie smirked. "We don't have time."
"I know," Harry said, pushing into Charlie.
"You're a little devil," Charlie said through clenched teeth.
"I know," Harry said, evilly smirking before kissing Charlie's cheek and walking into the bathroom. Soon, the water turned on and Harry was concealed behind the frosty-glass screen.
Standing there hard, Charlie breathed out a heavy sigh in frustration before looking at their alarm clock. Resigning himself and knowing that they didn't have to be right on time, Charlie walked back into the bathroom. Harry, who was still in the process of just wetting his hair, suddenly swallowed some shower water when he gasped. Charlie had grabbed both Harry's arse cheeks and gave them a squeeze.
"Ch-Charlie…we don't have time," Harry said, attempting to turn and face him. But Charlie had other plans and, using Harry's arse, kept the raven-haired man facing the same direction.
Charlie pushed Harry lightly up against the wall, the latter's chest flush with the cold tile. Kneeling down, Charlie became level with Harry's arse. "We do have time for this, though," Charlie said proudly before leaning forward and burying his tongue in Harry's widespread hole. Darting past the dark hairs and using his hands on the round cheeks to spread Harry more easily, Charlie licked around the edges before pushing inside, his lips suctioning to the rim.
Harry's eyes fluttered close as he moaned, one hand attempting to grip the tile and the other moving down to grab one of Charlie's forearms. "Fugh…fuck, Charlie…" Harry mumbled. With his free arm, Charlie ran his hand firmly up Harry's arched back, gliding it along the tender skin spreading from his shoulders to his curved cheeks. "Nyuughh…Charlie…please…" Harry pushed back against Charlie's tongue, attempting to make the breach deeper, his hardened cock flinging upward with the change in space. "Inside…now…" Charlie smiled against Harry's arse and stood, rubbing the length of his cock between Harry's crease.
"Yes, my incubus," Charlie said, planting a tight kiss against Harry's shoulder as he lined himself with the puckering hole, the tip resting just between the outer edges of that loving hole.
"Ah, Harry," Kuiperian Whipple said.
"Secretary," Harry greeted, shaking the Secretary for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement's hand. Harry and Charlie arrived half an hour past the start and seemed a little on the flustered side.
"How was your holiday, my boy?"
"Great, sir. Spent it with the family, of course."
"O'course," Whipple said.
"And yours, sir?"
"Spent it with the misses," the older man said, adding, "Just the two of us. The kids and grandkids stayed home this year."
"Sorry to hear that," Harry replied.
"Nonsense," Whipple said. "When you get to my age, all you're going ter' want ter' do is have this young man all alone with some peace and quiet."
Harry blushed, having just had some quality alone time. "Indeed, Secretary," Harry said. Charlie shook Harry's boss' hand before the two of them made their way through the crowds hoping to find Ron and Hermione. Of course, the couple was interrupted in their search several, Ministry officials stopping to shake Harry's hand or thank him, even sometimes forcing a chat. Across the room, standing by the central fountain, was Percy Weasley and his wife Audrey, no kids in sight. Before either of them could even begin to decide on whether or not they'd go over there, Belenus Swan walked up to them.
"Sir," he said, addressing Harry, "the Minister wishes to speak to you." Harry nodded and the three began to move towards the elevators when Swan stopped. "Sorry, Mr. Weasley, I was instructed to bring the Director only." Charlie nodded and pecked Harry's lips. "If you wish, sir, Mrs. Weasley is waiting by the statue of Merlin."
"Mrs. Weasley?"
"Ms. Hermione Weasley, sir."
"Oh. Alright, then. Don't be long," Charlie said, winking at Harry before the two went off their separate ways.
"What's going on, Swan?" Harry asked, noting the man's twilight-blue trench coat: the standard hit wizard 'uniform.'
"I'm not allowed to disclose until we get to the Minister's office."
Harry nodded, frustratingly understanding. Within a few moments, Harry was walking in to find the Minister for Magic seated behind his desk, a display of host in the chairs on the opposite side, one empty chair reserved for Harry. Harry took his seat next to Ron, who was also part of this meeting; Harry noted Secretary Whipple was also present, in addition to the Secretary for the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Jeanabella Rosewood and one of the International Confederation of Wizards ambassadors, Rupert Scrimgeour, the former Minister for Magic's son. Ron, of course, was not only an Auror, but he was also the Assistant Director for the Death Eater Division; with Ron there, that likely meant one of two things: first, one or more broke out of Azkaban, which hadn't happen once under Shacklebolt's administration, or second, they found another one on the run or in hiding.
"Harry, I was just telling Secretary Whipple that we have a bit of an international incident on our hands."
Harry was not expecting that. "What kind of incident, sir?"
"As you're aware, before the real fighting began in the war, Voldemort sent one of his Death Eaters as an emissary to the United States, a wizard by the name of Seward Roscoe."
Harry nodded, familiar with the report. Roscoe was accompanied by Thorkel Rowle, Thorfinn Rowle's brother, and the two were supposed set up some sort of fifth column group in the States. After Voldemort had cemented power, the group, known as the Death Bringers, would rise up under Roscoe's leadership and welcome the Dark Lord as they conquered the United States in his name.
"Our friends across the pond have a definitive lock on his headquarters. Talking with the secretaries and our ambassador, who has an offer from the Assistant Secretary of the Magical Regulation Agency to allow for a joint arrest, the decision has been made to send a team and make this capture with the Americans. Can you two gather your partners together and meet Swan's team outside Secretary Rosewood's office in twenty?"
"Of course, Minister," Harry said, slightly taken aback at the speed at which this operation was moving. Harry and Ron stood, shook Kingsley's hand, and returned to the party to find Peter Churchmore and Mackenzie Hensbolm, Harry and Ron's respective Auror partners. Normally, in a standard or even medium level situation, Harry would dispatch a team or two of Auror Third or Second Classes. But this…this was a whole different situation. An international and high-value target required the best the Auror Office could provide. Harry, Ron, and their partners were just that.