So this is my first chapter fic. Please have patience with me.

This fic is about love and family, friendship, pain (physically, mentally, emotionally), and having to move on anyway.

A couple of things to remember, Charlie Beth is a little girl from the Southern part of the US that stutters. So she drops letters from her words and has trouble pronouncing some. Her age and the stuttering making things a bit difficult. As I was raised in the southern US and the rest of my family still lives there, I promise you that my nieces and nephews have the same accent. Their words come out sounding just as they are "spelled/spelt" (depending on where you're from) Or that I have tried to spell them. Anyway, that's where the accent that she has comes from.

Please read and review! I would love feedback.

I own nothing. It always has and always will belong to JK Rowling.

Muggle Hospitals

Stepping out of the elevator Charlie Weasley thought to himself. 'If they're at a muggle hospital something bad has to have happened.' He ran his fingers through his long shaggy red hair. Being there made him nervous.

~ The last time that he'd been in one was when he had received a muggle telegram saying that Norberta, Griff, and Fabian were in an accident and were at an A&E in London. He almost threw up on the spot. He knew who it was immediately. The last part of the note was odd. It said for him to come to them clean. He'd hoped that he understood that part right and that they weren't actually talking about him taking a shower. So, he went with his gut instinct and traveled the first halfway by magic and the second by muggle transport.

He had just entered the hospital when he heard his name and looked up to see two skinny teens running at him. He didn't think twice about grabbing them and hugging them. Then it hit him. Ron wasn't with them.

They took him to his little brother's room, then explained that they had been trying to get away from Yaxley after fleeing from the Ministry and Ron had been splinched. When they were finally safe Hermione had used almost all of her medical supplies trying to heal him. She knew she needed more help and that they couldn't go back into any magical community, so she and Harry decided to take him a muggle hospital. It would allow them to get Ron help and also give them a chance to restock some supplies. Charlie understood then and asked them what they needed. It took him less than 12 hours to go back to the reserve and get them the magical supplies they had asked for plus some that he thought might be useful and come back. They had made him promise to use no magic near them and no contacting anyone about them. It was imperative that no one knew about him having seen or heard from them.

Charlie can say it was one of the few times that he didn't care if anyone saw his tears. The night that he left them in that hospital to go back to the reserve not knowing what was going to happen to them and that he couldn't do anything else to help was one of them. When he walked out of the hospital that night he did throw up. ~

Walking around the corner, he spotted the mass of redheads sitting in a room lined with glass windows, listening to a muggle nurse. He couldn't hear what was being said but when he saw Ron put his hands over his face and his shoulders start to shake, Charlie began to run. His little brother showed almost no emotion these days. He'd been through and seen too much. So, for Ron to breakdown, meant whatever it was, was bad. Very bad.

The nurse was making her way out of the room as he opened the door. Charlie barely gave her glance as she moved around him; he was busy taking stock of everyone there.

Jenny was standing in the corner, arms wrapped around her middle, tears running down her face. The twins were in some seats that lined the right side of the room; their faces pale, sitting in shocked silence. Bill was standing in the back of the room rubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes. Even Percy looked like he'd been gut kicked. Then there was Ron. He'd slid down the wall beside the door and was shaking; sobbing uncontrollably. His hands clenched, breath coming out in tight huffs.

Charlie knelt down in front of his parents. His mother's face was turned into his father's shoulder. "Mum?"

When she wouldn't look up at him, he glanced up at his father. He was shocked to see him crying as well. Charlie couldn't remember the last time he'd seen his dad cry. He pushed himself up and looked around.

"Would someone tell me what is going on."

Ron's snort made him look over at him. It wasn't the look of anguish that surprised him but the anger he saw there. He was fairly certain that if they were anywhere else but there, his little brother would be attempting to kick his arse.

Looking back and forth between all of them again he said "Would someone please tell me what's happened? What is it?" A moment later a terrible thought struck him. "Oh no..is it… where's Harry?"

When no one answered him, he reached over and touched his father's shoulder, "Dad?" Arthur didn't address the question Charlie had asked. Instead, all he said as he looked up at him was, "She's passed away son."

"What?" It had come out as a whisper. He knew who they were talking about. She'd disappeared from their lives almost 4 years ago. When she had initially left, it was to find her parents, restore their memories and bring them home. They all had heard that she didn't do it but not why she didn't. All that was known was that she hadn't decided just what she was going to do. Time went on and she just didn't come back. That's it.

He was still trying to process what his father had said when the door opened behind him.

Turning quickly, Charlie took in the sight before him.

There stood Harry Potter holding a sleeping little girl against his shoulder. The room was quiet as his eyes glanced from Harry back to the little girl. She had dark strawberry blonde hair curling wildly down her back. Little tan arms and legs stuck out of a t-shirt and pair of cut off muggle jeans. A shoestring on one of the tiny orange converses she wore had come undone. When she began to wiggle, he watched as Harry ran his hand up and down her back.

A soft heavily accented little voice quietly said "Mm-my Air?"

"Yeah, Charlie Beth" Harry answered staring directly at Charlie.

His mind raced to try to add up everything in front of him. The realization hit him hard. His eyes closed for a fraction of a second before snapping back open while memories swept through his mind. The night before his wedding. Under a star-filled sky, down by the pond. Her gentle touch. Scarred, silk skin under his rough, callused hands and a pair of soft brown eyes flashed through his mind. They had made the world stand still for each other for a while.

"As mmm-my mm-momma lef t-tay-care nnn-nana an-an ongspaw?" Sleep heavy in her voice.

"Yes, Charlie Beth" Harry answered as he swallowed hard.

From the moment he realized who she was Charlie hadn't been able to take his eyes off her.

Other than a quiet choked sob that came from the floor beside them, the room was silent as she kept talking.

She flipped her little head over and laying it back down with her face tucked into Harry's neck.

"M-my m-momma s-sayid." A big yawn left her before she went on."W-when d-does I..I p-post go t-tay-care a-a'you an..an m-my daddy." ...another small yawn left her.. "an an an mm-my fama-lee."

Charlie watched as she kicked her little feet into Harry's stomach but the only thing that made its way into his mind was that she had to go take care of her daddy. Her daddy. Him. His mind breaking it down for a second time just to make sure.

Harry had started to sway a little side to side. "Shuushh. Go back to sleep. We'll get it all sorted tomorrow."

Charlie was brought out of his thoughts when she raised up, placed her hands on Harry's cheeks, looking directly into his eyes and said "N-no mmm-my Air. Mm-momma sss-sayid so. She sss-sayid po-post to ight af-affer. Is-Is por-portnant. C-cause s-she sss-sayid so." Curls bounced as she nodded when she explained it to him.

Harry's face broke out into a small grin as he half-whispered to her "Ok we'll leave straight away my bug."

Happy with the answer she was given she laid her little head back over on his shoulder and snuggled into him.

Looking over at Molly, silently asking if it were ok.

"Oh yes," Charlie heard her say, "take her home Harry."

Arthur patted his wife's hand and stood and said, "Harry, if it's ok with you, we'll go let Minerva and the others know." while wiping his eyes with a hanky. "She wanted to know as soon as she passed...said it didn't matter when."

Harry nodded "Thanks, Arthur. That'd be great."

A couple of seconds passed and then he said, "Actually, I'd be glad for any help you and Molly are willing to give me."

Harry looked around the room trying to catch all of their eyes, then landing on Charlie's as a couple of tears made their way down his own face. "That goes for anyone."

Harry glanced back towards Molly, who was now standing. "Hermione tried to make it as easy as she could with the magical and muggle side of everything and she probably explained it a ton of times" he let out a shaky breath "but honestly I still feel lost."

As he cleared his throat again Arthur reached his hand out and gently ran it down his sleeping granddaughter's back. "Anything."

Charlie barely heard any of the discussion going on around him, his eyes were trained on his daughter. 'My daughter' he thought to himself. He zoned back in when he heard Harry say "I'll take her through the floo at Grimwald Place to the Burrow."

Harry had knelt down and was quietly saying something to Ron. Once his brother nodded Harry stood up and turned towards the door. Charlie found himself staring into the bright green eyes of the Chosen One. "Is she... does she..what.." He had so many questions but with every word, his voice grew more strained. He tipped his head down when Harry leaned a little toward him and said "It's ok. We'll talk tomorrow. Yeah?"

All Charlie could say as he nodded was "Please."