917brat: That is a good idea. I have not thought about having Charlie's point of view. I think I may do a "catch all" chapter of how Charlie is feeling up to a certain point. I do not know yet. Right now, I am in the middle of Weasley drama. Oh and this chapter is introducing SOME Weasley drama so you can start to see what Ginny is up to.

Chapter 8: Letters and Reporters

Harry awoke the next day to the sound of a crack. Harry had grabbed his wand and was looking around with his fuzzy vision before he saw something small at his bedside.

"Jema is sorry for awaking Mister Potter. Jema will be punishing herself."

Harry shoved on his glasses and it was indeed Jema. The clock on the wall indicated it was 11. Charlie was still fast asleep.

"There is no need to punish yourself. Why have you come Jema?"

Jema looked very relieved as she handed over a letter.

"This arrived for Mister Harry Potter by an owl from the Ministry. Mister Minister told me that it was from the Weasleys, who are very worried about Mister Potter and Mister Weasley. If you send a return letter with me, I will get it delivered. Also you have a letter from an Andromeda Tonks."

Harry picked up one of his pillows and threw it at Charlie's head. "Oi. We got a letter from your family."

Charlie grunted and got up blearily.

"You can leave and when we are finished, I will call you." Harry said to the elf, who bowed and disapperated.

Charlie came over and sat on Harry's bed.

Harry opened the Weasley's letter first, which was written by Ron. Both of them started reading to themselves.

Dear Harry and Charlie,

How have you guys been? Mum is worried sick that you are going to be eaten by something or your ear will fall off from that earring. Bil keeps reminding her that he had his for much longer and he still had both ears. Fleur approves that you got your ear pierced too . She also said that you will be even more popular amongst the girls. Ginny looked as if she was going to throttle her.

Mum and Dad are also telling me to tell you that they want to give back the vault of gold you gave them. I told them they had as much chance as Hagrid refusing a dragon egg of that happening but there you go.

Mr and Mrs Granger send their thanks as well. Hermione helped move the muggle money from Gringotts to a muggle bank. George was beside himself with the gold and he is using the money to keep WWW up to speed but business has never been better. He wanted me to help him out but I am in auror training with Neville. Percy is busy with the Minister, Bill is taking a desk job and overlooking your vaults, and Ginny is still doing school so we are all busy.

Any idea you are coming back? Ginny wants you back for good but I doubt you are good enough to save the world from dangerous creatures in a day.. Even you aren't that good Prophet has gone raving trying to to get an interview about the gold you have been giving out.
Anyways, I wanted to know if you would be willing to come help me buy something. You know I hate jewlery, especially after Lavender.
Hope to hear from you soon,
Ron

P.S. The family says hi to Charlie too and if he allows you to get hurt, expect to be hexed by at least 20 jinxes.

They both finished reading at the same time. Charlie smiled at Harry.

"I promise I will protect you, so no worries there." Charlie said and Harry's stomach seemed to flip.

"You better. Otherwise you may end up in St. Mungo's." Harry said, smiling at Charlie. "And if I am not mistaken, I think you can expect a new sister-in-law. I bet you all of my inheritance that he is going ring shopping."

"Yeah. I thought he was going to wait a little bit but apparently not. Didn't they just officially start going out in the past month?"

"Their first kiss was during the Battle of Hogwarts. I was there. Trust me, they were dating long before that, they just didn't realize it."

Charlie let out that bell like laugh and Harry blushed a little.

"What about the other letter?" Charlie asked. Harry opened the other letter and read it to himself.

Dear Harry,

Imagine my surprize when I received a letter from Gringotts that informed me that Lord Potter-Black has given me access to two Black family vaults on the condition that I use that money to help Teddy. Of course I will use the money to help my grandson and I had the notion of refusing the money. However, Nymphadora told me about you and I really doubt you would let me give it back. Thank you for giving me some of my family's gold back to me. I have heard from the Order that you are paying families who fought at the Battle of Hogwarts. Thank you for using my family's money for something good. I am sure they are rolling in their graves. I could not be happier.
I hope you come and visit your godson soon. He keeps changing his hair. Whenever he gets mad, it turns shoulder length and red. I bet that reminds you of someone.
Hope you are well,

Andromeda

Harry finished reading and held back the tears he was feeling. The deaths of Tonks and Lupin had hit him really hard. He swore that he would not let Teddy down. Harry was happy that she was not going to fight him on the gold issue.

"She accepted the gold and wants me to visit Teddy." Harry said, looking up at Charlie.

"Good. I was thinking, do you want to stay here for another day or do you want to head back? I am sure that Mum and Dad would love you to come back and you can help Ron with the ring."

Harry thought about it for a second.

"I think we should stay here for another day. It would be rude to not make use of this place since the Minister is bankrolling our vacation." Harry said confidently and Charlie nodded his head in agreement. Harry used some of the parchment from the hotel to write his letters.

Dear Ron,

Charlie and I are doing great. We are taking a vacation here in Peru because, funnily enough, we were able to save the creatures here in a day. It is so sad that you underestimate your best friend. Our vacation here in Peru is very relaxing. Never enjoyed a beach before and yes you may be jealous.
Charlie and I may return as early as tomorrow.

Your friend,
Harry

P.S. Yes Lavender rings a bell. I will help.

Dear Andromeda,
Glad to hear you are taking the gold. I am currently working for the Ministry and am currently travelling with Charlie Weasley, the 2nd eldest son of Arthur and Molly. I will either fire call you or send another letter when I am free. If you need help with Teddy, contact me and I will be willing to help.

Harry.

Harry put the letters in envelopes and addressed them. He called for Jema with a shout.

"Jema!" the house elf appeared.

"Mister Potter be calling his Jema?"

"Here are the letters. Give these to either the Minister or his secretary Percy."

Jema bowed and disapperated.

"Well that was easy. I want to get into the water." Harry said cheerfully and Charlie agreed.

Their day went very much like the previous with water roughhousing, eating a wonderful lunch at the food court, and enjoying the water again. Harry was thinking of returning to their room when Charlie reminded them that this was a spa. Neither one of them had ever been to a spa, so this would be an adventure.

It was an awkward experience for both of them. Neither one of them had had muggle forms of spa treatment before. Manicures and pedicures were something Harry thought was not only girly but was a waste of time. On top of that, it felt really strange. Charlie and Harry both grimaced at each other as they worked on their hands and feet but they pushed onwards. They had just been tortured by a Death Eater, surely they could survive this. Following a facial and a few charms that allowed muscles to relax, Harry was turning into a giant pile of happy feelings. From the look on Charlie's face, he was too. Harry smiled back at him as they reached the final part of the spa treatment, a nice massage. It was pure bliss and Harry let himself fully enjoying it. The only problem was that Charlie started making small grunts of pleasure as the masseuse worked his massive muscles. These grunts were causing Harry to lose control of his groin and soon enough, he was laying on his back with an obvious erection. Thankfully, Charlie had closed his eyes and his masseuse ignored his condition. Noticing this, however, Harry tried to peek at Charlie but he had no such luck. Harry enjoyed the rest of his massage and they both left the spa feeling much cleaner and relaxed and, in Harry's case, slightly disappointed.

"Well we should start packing for tomorrow." Harry said as they entered their room.

They both started packing in silence, not really willing to let go of that happy feeling they had got from the spa. It was a comfortable silence and the setting sun seemed to relax them. Charlie sent his patronus down to the receptionist to inform them that they would be checking out tomorrow. By the time they had packed everything, the sun had fallen and Harry felt as if he could sleep for a day. They both got into their bed clothes, mumbled good night, and were both fast asleep.

Harry awoke the next day feeling completely at ease. He had not slept that good in over a year. Beside him, Charlie was still snoring in the other bed and looked handsome even in his sleep.

'I need to chill. He probably isn't even gay. Knowing my luck, he is seeing a girl who is extremely jealous and is a secret Death Eater. If I put a move on him, she becomes the next Dark Lord and then I have to repeat what I did for the past 7 years.' Harry thought, his happiness from the spa treatment evaporating faster than rain in a desert. 'Not to mention Ginny still expects me to marry her one day. I am sure all the Weasleys would hate me. Ron would. And the scandal it would cause. Something else for the Prophet to bombard me with.'

Harry watched Charlie roll over in his sleep and Harry felt as if the guilt would crush him. He got up and dressed slowly. Charlie awake some time later and soon they were both dressed and ready to go. They left the hotel and spa and apperated back to the cabin. Jema informed them that his letters had been delivered.

"Could you place a statis spell on all the food in the kitchen? We are going to be heading back to London now. Thank you for helping us Jema." Harry asked and complimented the elf.

"Mister Potter is too kind to his Jema. I am hoping to see you later." Jema said and with a bow she left with a crack.

Charlie and Harry went to their own rooms to pack. Harry found Hadi under the candle.

'How was your vacation?' Hadi asked, his head rising and fixing Harry with a gaze.

'Interesting and relaxing.' Harry said truthfully as he placed all of his stuff, new and old, into his trunk, shrank it, and placed it in his pocket.

'Why do you sound sad then?'

'Human emotions.' Harry said truthfully. Hadi just looked at him.

'Good luck then. I hope all goes well for your emotions.' Hadi said, slithering up Harry's outstretched arm and laid on his shoulder.

Charlie and Harry met up at the fireplace and soon they were spinning into the Minister's office.

Kingsley was not there so they let themselves out. Percy's expression, who was at his desk, stopped them. He was reading the Daily Prophet and was occasionally making the odd spluttering sound. He even heard Percy say words like "Unbelieveable." and "Mum is going to kill her."

"Ummm... Percy?" Harry asked cautiously.

Percy turned around suddenly at the arrival of saw Harry and Charlie. His face was a deep maroon.

"Oh. Um. Harry. Charlie. Nice to see you... I really don't think there is any point in hiding it because I am sure that there will be reporters in the Atrium." Percy said and he handed the paper to Harry. It featured a giant picture of his face that took up most of the page and some writing at the bottom. Harry started reading and as he got further down the page, his face was sweating from the strain of trying to blush and pale at the same time.

Harry Potter:Owner of Britain?

Harry Potter, 17 and Savior to the Wizarding World, is now the richest person in Britain according to an inside source. "After he turned 17, Mr. Harry Potter received his inheritance from the Potter family. Also, he has been named sole heir to the Black family, making Harry Potter Lord Potter-Black." When asked, the goblins refused to accept or deny this. The Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, has told the Daily Prophet that all those who fought at what is being called as the Battle of Hogwarts, will be financially compensated by the Lord Potter-Black. The Weasley family, who are known to be on extremely good terms with Lord Potter-Black, also refused to comment.

Continued on page 3. A marriage proposal on the horizon? A certain Weasley spills all Page 4. For applying for the compensation, see page 6.

Harry quickly turned to page 4 and discovered that there was a large picture of Ginny and just the title caused his heart to sink or nearly explode.

I am Marrying Harry Potter
Ginevra "Ginny" Weasley, 16, has informed the Daily Prophet that she is in love with Harry Potter and that she is waiting for The Savior of the Wizarding world to ask her hand in marriage. "I am still in school and he wanted me to finish. Also, he is working on a very dangerous mission given to him by the Minister himself, so he doesn't want me in any danger." Miss Weasley told the Prophet in an owl she sent yesterday.

"I had Harry in his 6th year." Horace Slughorn, Potions teacher at Hogwarts, explained. "He was a generous youth and one of the most gifted Potioneers that I have ever taught. The only time his potion making skill faltered was when he entered in a relationship with a Ginny Weasley. They were quite infatuated with each other."

Harry Potter, 17, has not been able to be contacted to comment on this.

Harry handed the paper back to Percy, who took it a little hesitantly. Percy looked as if he was going to ask something when Harry beat him.

"How much do you like having a baby sister? I might have to kill her." Harry said, his voice full of anger but his face pale. "I told her we were NOT dating. I never promised her I was going to marry her next year. Now I have to deal with this on top of everything else!" Harry raged. Charlie and Percy looked at him angrily for a second before they did the most unexpected thing: they started to laugh. Charlie's laugh was deep and rich. Percy's came out as a wheeze, as if he had not laughed a lot in his life. Harry looked at them both as if he had never seen them before "And what makes this so fucking funny?"

Percy was the first to semi recover.

"We thought this was going to happen. The Prophet has been trying to find anyone who is willing to talk about you. You are the most famous person in the Wizarding World. You should have known that the Prophet would use whatever they could find. I am sure Mother is going to throw a fit. This means that you should probably just talk to the Prophet." Percy said, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"He is right Harry."Charlie said as he regained the use of his voice. "You might as well face them now before they start putting wild rumors as fact. You know how people love the Prophet. If they are down in the Atrium, why not explain things to them now?"

Harry calmed down at Charlie's words. They were both right. By avoiding them, he made them worse. Harry ran his fingers through his hair and sighed heavily.

"Sorry for blowing up. You guys are right. I guess I should face the music. First, I think I need a change into something more Wizard." Harry used his want to transfigure his muggle clothes to a handsome set of dark emerald colored robes. He kept the dragonhide boots but changed the color to black. Harry could feel the robes fit just right. He tried to comb down his hair as best he could and then turned to Charlie.

"Let us get this over with. I have faced Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. How bad could it be?"

Harry soon wished he was fighting Death Eaters. He took the lift with Charlie down to the Atrium. He had made it to the statue of magical brethren before people had noticed who he was. Harry's path was blocked immediately by a rush of people, some reporters, some just fans. They were all asking questions and Harry's head was starting to hurt. The appearance of magical cameras did not help. They all seemed to ignore Charlie, who was eyeing all of the reporters carefully.

"Is it true that you are fit to be married next year?"

"What is this secret assignment about?"

"Where have you been?"

"Is the secret mission about courting a Veela princess?"

"Is it true that you have a Hippogriff tattoo on your chest?"

"Is it true you are the richest person in Britain?"

"WIll you sign my "

Harry raised his hand nervously. They all fell silent, realizing that he was going to say something. Even the cameras had halted their flashing.

"Right..." Harry started "Um. I would like to confirm that I am indeed the richest person in Britain. No use in denying it. Second, I have not proposed to Ginny Weasley. I am doing a dangerous assignment for the Ministry and I have no idea how long it is going to take. And no, I cannot say too much about my current assignment but yeah. Umm. I think that is all." Harry finished lamely.

The cameras and the reporters started in again. Harry held up his hand again.

"Fine. One question at a time please and I will answer."

A stout man stepped forward, a quill and parchment in his hands.

"So Harry Potter is officially a bachelor?" he asked pointedly.

"No comment..." Harry tried to say. As soon as he said "comment" there was an uproar of questions and flashing.

"Oi! One question at a time." Harry reminded them with a shout.

"Why aren't you answering the question?" a tall blonde reporter asked.

"I don't see how that is any of your business." Harry stated firmly, indicating that any questions about his relationship with Ginny would be shot down. The reporters looked mutinous so Harry gave them a bone.

"I did not promise Ginny to be married next year. As such, technically I am not in a relationship. However!" Harry had to shout to make himself heard due to the fresh frenzy he had sent them all in "I cannot date someone when I am doing such a dangerous assignment. It would not be fair to either one of us."

Some of the reporters made cooing noises and Harry thought he heard a man snort after saying something to the effect of "now they will never leave him alone." Harry blushed.

"So just one more question then." Harry said in a confident voice.

"Are you gay Mr Potter?" a familiar reporter asked. Rita Skeeter with her acid colored Quick Quotes Quill had asked the question.

"Of course not." Harry said firmly, his eyes flashing. "Not that I am against gay people." Harry said hastily. "I just am interested in women." Harry said convincingly. Hopefully.

'Now if only I could convince myself' Harry thought while keeping his face neutral.

"Well that is all the questions I have time for today. Try not to make me look too bad in tomorrow's paper." Harry said with a smile and a wave. He then motioned Charlie to follow him and they both took a different fire but ended up at the same place.