A/N: In case you all forgot, Harry and Voldemort are having their personal final battle on Halloween

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Saturday – 6 more days to Halloween.

"Professor, I'd like to make a few amendments to my will. Would it be possible for a goblin to drop by, or for me to stop by the bank?" Harry asked. "And preferably before Halloween…" he dryly added.

Dumbledore looked at him curiously, but he did not question him. "Perhaps then, you could go tomorrow. Make a trip out of it, Harry. Spend a day at Diagon Alley and have fun. You deserve it."

Harry smiled sadly at the unspoken meaning. Dumbledore wanted him to be happy for that one day before he died. "Can I bring Charlie then?"

"Of course, my boy." Dumbledore said softly. "In fact, bring along your friends as well. I'm sure they'd enjoy the day out."

Harry beamed at the elderly figure as he thanked him and whirled out of the office. His mind was turning at the speed of light, planning the day out. He quickened his steps to the Heads' Rooms knowing that Ron would be there with Hermione. Students and teachers alike looked upon him curiously, wondering at the extra bounce in his step.

"Ron! Mione!" He yelled out, the minute he saw them. "You're free tomorrow right? Tell me that you're free tomorrow!" he begged excitedly.

Ron and Hermione exchanged amused glance. It was rare to see Harry acting like the teenager he was. "Let me think…." Ron said slowly. "Hey Mione, didn't we have the –"

"Gaah! No! Cancel it!" Harry demanded.

Hermione laughed. "Don't be mean, Ron. No Harry, we are absolutely free tomorrow. Why?"

"We're going Diagon Alley tomorrow! I have something to do at the bank, and Dumbledore agreed to let you guys and Charlie tag along." Harry said beaming.

"That's bloody brilliant, mate!" Ron said in delight even as he ducked from Hermione's hand which was swinging towards him for swearing. "What in the name of Merlin did you do to get that concession?" Ron asked lightly.

'Offer myself as a sacrifice…' Harry thought dryly. "Well Dumbledore let me go because I'm a teacher. So I'm allowed to go out in my free time. As for the two of you, I told Dumbledore I needed my servants to be carrying my bags for me. So…" Harry trailed off wickedly grinning at his friends.

"Harry!" Hermione squealed as she hit his head.

At the same time, Ron let out a shout of laughter before lunging at Harry. Hermione watched fondly as her two favourite boys – no, men – rolled across the floor side to side, both trying to get above the other. Ron was much bigger than Harry, giving him an advantage. However, Harry, with his childhood in the midst of his cousin and his friends as his tormentors, was much better at street fighting, something, which helped him gain equal footing with Ron in this case.

"Boys… Boys!" Hermione called out when they still continued rolling around the common room after 5 minutes. When they did not pay heed, she huffed exasperatedly and settled back onto the sofa. Her eyes continued to track the rolling human pins but at the sound of the door opening, she immediately transferred her gaze to the door.

The first thing Charlie noticed when he entered the Heads' common room was Hermione who, after the initial eye contact with him brought her eyes to stare at the spot behind a wall partition. As he stepped pass the partition, he was greeted by his brother and lover rolling around the floor like plebeians. In a quick move that he himself had taught Ron, Ron managed to roll above Harry, and at the same time trap Harry's arms and legs with his own.

"Well…." Charlie drawled. "Doesn't this look suspicious?"

At the sound of his voice, both Ron and Harry turned to the outlet of it. Then realizing what he had just said, the change on Ron's face was comical as he leapt off Harry and rushed to Hermione. "No!" He denied vehemently. "No no! We were just wrestling around! For Merlin's sake, I'm straight!"

Harry got up and pouted as he slid his arms around Charlie's neck. "That was a bloody lie! Does that look like wrestling to you? He's obviously not straight, since he's the one trying to seduce me!"

Charlie's chest rumbled as he chuckled lowly. "Is that so? Maybe we should show him that you're mine instead…" Charlie said beguilingly.

"Mmhmmm, maybe…" Harry whispered, his lips so close to Charlie that they brushed together lightly as he spoke.

The slight whisper of lips took away any control Charlie had. With a slight noise made from the back of his throat, he crashed his lips to Harry's, his tongue coaxing Harry's for a sensual dance. Harry wound his arms tighter around Charlie's neck, tiptoeing to get better access to Charlie, while Charlie wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, pushing him closer to him. Their bodies were pressed together. Chest to chest, hips to hips, crotch to crotch.

"Oh for Merlin's sake!" Ron said indignantly. "I was not seducing him, so you guys can stop eating each other's faces now! Oi!" Ron called out when they still continued on.

"Shh…" Harry lazily pulled away from Charlie to shush Ron before kissing Charlie once more.

"Harry…" Hermione began slyly. "Don't you want to tell Charlie about tomorrow?"

Harry stopped kissing Charlie, though his mouth remained attached to him. Charlie groaned in disappointment when he felt his lover's inactivity. Pulling away, he glared at Hermione before looking down at Harry who was bouncing in excitement.

"What's happening tomorrow?" Charlie asked curiously.

"Teddy, you're free tomorrow right?" Harry half-asked, half-exclaimed.

Charlie took a few seconds to think. "Hmm…"

"What are you 'hmm'-ing for? Say yes!" Harry whined clasping his slender hands on Charlie's bigger biceps.

Charlie laughed. "Well, even if I'm not, I'll make myself free for you. Why?"

"Yay!" Harry cheered. "We're all going Diagon Alley tomorrow! I was thinking… That we could go after breakfast, walk around till lunch, then split up. Me with Charlie, Ron with Mione. That alright with you guys?"

At the amused nods directed to him, Harry grinned in happiness. His last day out would be perfect, he'd make it so.

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"My will remains as it was, except that it is to be divided by 3, and not 2. These three people will be Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley and Charlie Weasley. These letters are also for them. On the event of my death or a long term incapacitation, please ensure that these letters reach them. As is my will, Lord Harry James Potter-Black, so mote it be." Harry said finishing with the phrases needed for magic to recognize his words.

Griphook nodded at the correct words as the parchment used by Harry disappeared away. "Thank you Lord Potter-Black. Your will has been updated as you want it to be. If that is all..?"

Harry smiled at the goblin. Time was money for them. "Yes, thank you for your services Griphook. May the future line your vaults with gold."

"As do yours." The goblin replied.

Harry stepped into the sunshine with a grin at Charlie who was waiting for him. The morning had gone perfectly. The four of them had simply walked around Diagon Alley enjoying their time with each other. Shops had been visited, money had been lavishly spent, and laughter had been abundant. It was exactly as Harry had sought, and it was perfect. And now, it was time for his date with the sexy redhead.

"Hey, vault problem?" Charlie asked lightly with slight worry shading his eyes.

"Nah, nothing to worry about. Ready for our date?" Harry asked trying to change the subject.

Charlie laughed. "But of course, my heart. When have I ever not been ready to spend time with you?" Charlie asked softly, enjoying the blush that appeared on Harry's cheeks.

"Stop that." Harry grounded. "You're making me blush on purpose."

Once again, Charlie laughed. He leaned forward to capture his lover's mouth, but Harry desisted. "Don't." Harry said. "You know I don't want us to be a public knowledge. Let them speculate if they must. But let it be only that. You know Voldemort would come straight after you if he knew."

"Harry…" Charlie sighed. "Baby, I'm a grown man. I'm also a dragon tamer. I can handle a couple of deatheaters, trust me."

"I do…" Harry said reluctantly. "But that doesn't mean I don't want to protect you, still."

"I think you're getting this all wrong…" Charlie said teasingly. "I'm the one supposed to be protecting you, not the other way round."

"Are you implying that I'm the girl?"

"Of course not!" Charlie said in alarm. "How did we get on this depressing subject anyway? It's our second date! Let's go and have some fun." Said Charlie trying to change the topic.

Harry quirked an eyebrow at his but acquiesced. He knew what the redhead had been trying to convey after all. "I thought we could go for a picnic! Dobby should be setting up our lunch by now…" He said as he led the way to the picnic ground. Sure enough, as they came nearer to the top of the hill, they could see the tiny creature setting up the food.

"Dobby…" Harry said amusedly. "I said lunch for 2, not 20."

"But Harry Potter, but Dobby IS setting lunch for 2. Harry Potter needs to eat more!" Dobby said with a righteous nod before popping out from there.

"And what the elf says is what we should obey." Charlie commented laughingly as he sat down and pulled Harry onto his lap.

Harry shook himself out of his stupor. After all, Dobby was a free elf, and tended to run off with his mouth now and again. His musings were interrupted by a cheese cracker that Charlie held to his mouth. Harry opened his mouth to accept it and chewed slowly as he leaned back on Charlie's chest. Dobby had packed finger food for them, so Charlie continued to feed them both through lunch.

"Charlie…" Harry spoke up after they or rather, Charlie had polished off all the food.

"Hmm?"

"One day…" Harry stopped and licked his dry lips.

Charlie noticed his hesitation and turned Harry's body to face him. "Baby, what is it?"

"One day… When I'm gone –"

"Don't say that!"

Harry ignored him. "When I'm gone… Will you… tell people about me? Regale them stories about me, Tell Ron and Mione's kids… Tell your kids. Tell the future Weasley generation. Tell them stories about me. About me, not Harry Potter the Boy-who-Lived."

"Harry James Potter." Charlie started in a harsh whisper. "Stop this. You're going to live through the war. And one day, the future Weasley generation will SEE you as you. They won't hear about you, they'll see you."

"That has a low chance of happening, teddy…" Harry whispered sadly.

"Dammit, Harry, don't say that!" Charlie growled. "You – "

"Please…" Harry interrupted him. "Please just promise…" he said beseechingly. "I don't wanna be forgotten. I don't want my life to be just a waste that nobody will remember me for who I am. I don't want to only be remembered as the baby who killed Voldermort." Harry said as tears gathered in his pained and haunted eyes. "I'm so scared, Charlie…" Harry managed to say before bursting into sobs. His face found the crook of Charlie's neck as he clung on to his older lover in desperation. "I'm terrified that my existence on earth would just be to kill him, and someday, no one will remember me."

Charlie breathed in deeply as he clutched on to the precious cargo on his lap. His heart constricted and for the first time in ages, tears pricked his eyes. However, he resiliently opened his mouth and said, "I promise baby, I promise."

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A/N: Thanks so much for all the reviews! I'm actually having a writer's block, but after reading all your reviews, I forced my brain into motion. Battle coming up soon. I vaguely know what's going to happen, although I have yet to put it in words.

Thanks for reading y'all!