100 Pieces of Charlie Weasley.
This is the last one, and it's dedicated to Rita Arabella Black, a friend and an excellent writer – thanks for your support Rita through tough times. And thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed, it means a lot to read your comments, thank you XX
91. Succeeded, 92. Supported, 93. Was surprised, 94. Teased, 95. Tempted (did or was), 96. Wrestled, 97. Yawned, 98. Yelled, 99. Finished, 100. Chose
Charlie surveyed his new kingdom, a half smile on his face as he realised that the thought was maybe a little pretentious. Maybe it wasn't really a kingdom, it was a dragon reserve in the arse end of Romania, but he was now top of the tree, the big boss. Actually he hated his new 'title' – Controller of Operations, Romanian Dragon Reserve. He thought it made him sound like a surgeon, or a desk jockey who pushed papers all day. Charlie wasn't that type of manager, he was hands on, out there every day with his team. He wrangled the dragons alongside the others, he ate with them, he got drunk with them. He had swiftly decided who out of the team were best off in an office and set them to work on what he thought as the 'boring bits'. The system worked, accidents and escapes were at an all time low and breeding had increased ten fold. He was really making his mark now on the international stage – Charlie Weasley, from a large family where he wore hand me down robes, in a small village in England had succeeded in making the world take notice of him on his beloved dragons.
Charlie was incredibly proud of his heritage. His family was famous, they had been key players in the defeat of Lord Voldemort. Indeed Charlie had played his part as well, but he was in awe of his family. He was proud and humbled to love, and in return be loved and supported by them.
His parents who fought the fight not once but twice, and who lost something that can never be replaced, but were still plugging away at just being them and loving their family. There was Bill, his older brother and idol, he had survived so much, many battles with death eaters, an attack from a werewolf, marriage to one of the scariest women he'd ever met and father hood. Bill was amazing and Charlie was surprised to learn that Bill held him in similar esteem as he constantly strived to live up to him in every way.
Percy was back in the fold, Charlie had always felt that he should have done something about that situation, but never really got around to it. He had tormented and teased Percy mercilessly as a child. Never the less, Percy had come good when it mattered and fought for his family bravely. Charlie was fiercely proud of Percy, his achievements academically were second to none and his personal achievements very brave choices.
The twins, for although Fred was no longer with them, when he thought of George he still thought of Fred. They had both made the ultimate sacrifice the day of the final battle, Fred had lost his life, George the other half to himself. Charlie was devastated yet incredibly proud by what had happened. Before then they had been fun loving and great friends as well as brothers, but underneath they were shrewd business men. Charlie had been tempted more than once to take their offer of a job with the company, Charlie loved fun as they did. He still wrestled with his conscience over Fred's death, feeling he should have protected him, taken his place.
Ron was the one who brought the best and worst out in Charlie. He hated the way Ron yawned when you thought you had his attention yet He loved Ron for sticking by his friend, the famous Harry Potter, yet Ron knew how to push his buttons and wind him up, not an easy feat. Ron had showed mettle beyond belief with standing by Harry through all the things life had thrown their way, even if he had faltered for a while, believed himself the weak link in the Golden Trio Chain. He had come through and shown that he was there for them and stood shoulder to shoulder with the warriors when it mattered most. Charlie wasn't sure if he could have been so level headed at Ron's age. However his attitude towards Hermione drove Charlie mad, they were obviously meant for each other, yet Ron seemed to try every way possible to screw it up and get away from the fact. Charlie hadn't considered that maybe Ron was actually a lot like him with respect to women. Then Ginny, ah the baby of the family, the only girl. He always smiled when he thought of her, she was the apple of his eye and he imagined that he could not have felt stronger if she was his daughter. Yet despite, or maybe because of the fact that she had always enjoyed the protection of six older brothers, she had shown herself as a true Gryffindor and fought, even though being expressly forbidden to do so. He loved the way she dealt with all of them, the way that she calmly raised an eyebrow when he yelled at her and laughed at him.
Charlie loved his life, he was at the top of his game, had everything he wanted, but he wasn't finished yet. He knew life had so much more to offer him, but he was ready, he chose his future and was moving forward again.