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A/N: Sorry it's been so long! I posted a few other stories, chapters, but i just couldn't get this chapter out. now that i have, please don't tell me it sucks or something. Please read my other stories. Um, Oh yeah, I have a few questions for you guys to answer in your reviews:
* Who should be the first person to find out about them? (Not Mr. Or Mrs. Weasly, or the Grangers, so basically Bill, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Harry, or Ginny.
* How should they tell the rest of the people. (I.E.: Teachers, other students, etc.)
* How should Ron find out? I have the little scenarios for everyone but him. I just cannot figure out what to do with him. Percy too. I have what Percy's going to say, but I really need some help on this.
* Who let the dogs out? And would somebody please put them back in?
Sorry about that last one, but seriously, please review and answer them. Or else I'll make them all find out at the same time and end it in the next chapter! (J/K, but please answer them!)
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March 23, 2007
Charlie sat at the head table, trying to finish his soup as quickly as possible. It was one of the only times he had to be surrounded by the other teachers, and he still felt somewhat uncomfortable around them.
He glanced once again at the Gryffindor table, wishing he could be a student again, and not have to sit up where everyone could see you and everything you did.
On his left, Professor Flitwick was chatting about the house cup competition, apparently unaware that Charlie wasn't paying attention.
"And it does look like it's going to be close, down to Slytherin and Gryffindor, of course, but this is the first time in a while since Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff have even been close. So, I'm going to dye my hair purple and elope with Professor Snape."
Charlie dropped his spoon with a clatter on the table. "What?!?"
Professor Flitwick smiled. "So you were paying attention."
Charlie turned red. "Sorry, sir. I'm just not very good at concentrating when I'm up here. It feels like everyone's staring at me." He nodded towards the rest of the Great Hall.
"You'll get used to it after a while, don't worry." Flitwick said. "So, as I was saying, it hasn't been this close since your parents were students, you know."
"Really?" Charlie couldn't help but inwardly groan. This was quickly starting to sound like one of the Weasly Family Reunions. Old people talking about things his parents had done when "they were your age dearie."
"Yes. I believe they were in their second year." Flitwick smiled. "I'll never forget the time Molly slapped Arthur because he said Gryffindor was going to win."
"Huh?" Charlie asked. "Why was she mad about that?"
"Don't you know?" He asked, surprised. "Molly transferred to Gryffindor her third year. The Slytherin's said she was too nice, especially to Arthur."
"She was in Slytherin?" Hermione asked incredulously.
"I know, I know!" Charlie was pacing in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room. Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny were sitting in arm chairs by the fire. All the Weasly's looked rather shaken at the news that their mother used to be a Slytherin.
"But she's so...nice." Ginny said.
"Maybe the Sorting Hat noticed her temper." Ron muttered under his breath, earning him a glare from Ginny and a smack on the head from Charlie.
"I wouldn't complain, Ron, you have the exact same type of temper as her." Ginny said icily.
"Yeah, and you have dad's big nose." Ron threw back, earning another smack on the head, this time from Ginny.
"You have a duck's feet." She snarled.
"You have a banshee's mouth."
"You have a spider's legs."
"Quiet!" Charlie shouted. The common room fell silent.
Turning a bit red, Charlie sank into a chair next to Hermione.
"That isn't the worst part. Have you ever wondered why Dad and Lucius Malfoy are always at each other's throats all the time?"
Ron and Ginny nodded, as did Harry and Hermione.
"Well, Professor Flitwick told me that Mum used to date Lucius." Charlie struggled to get the words out. "Dad and Malfoy were enemies from even before they went to Hogwarts. Dad stole Mum from Malfoy in their third year."
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June 15, 2007
It was the last day of school, and the 7th year's last day at Hogwarts. Hermione had been elected class valedictorian, to no one's surprise, and she had made her speech, they had gotten their diploma's, and the people who had passed the test had gotten their apparition licences.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry had passed, as did all the Gryffindor's, even Neville. They had all been delighted when Crabbe and Goyle hadn't passed, and had to ask Madame Hooch for extra lessons over the summer.
"So you both are coming over this summer, right?" Ron asked. "Mum said I could have a graduation party, because all my other brothers have."
"Cool." Hermione said. "Will your other brothers be going?"
"Of course, where else would they go?"
"Well, I just figured that they might be busy on account of they have jobs." She replied sarcastically.
"Are you kidding?" Ron replied. "I had to sit through all five of their graduation parties. They are definitely sticking around for mine."
"Yeah, and poor Ginny has to sit through six." Harry said.
"Well, we all kind of had to sit through six." Fred said, coming up behind them with the rest of the Weasleys. "We all had to go to everyone else's."
"Where's Charlie?" Ron asked.
"He said he had to talk to Dumbledore about something." Mrs. Weasley said.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Charlie said, entering the circular office.
"Yes, Charlie?" Dumbledore said. He was standing at one of the windows, overlooking the Quidditch field where they had held the graduation ceremony.
"I-I just wanted to give you my, my letter of resignation, sir."
"Ah, yes. I had a feeling you would be leaving." Dumbledore didn't turn from the window as he spoke.
"Um, well," Charlie suddenly felt uneasy. He thought he detected a hint of dissapointment in Dumbledore's voice. "I'll, just leave this here-"
"How's Hermione?" Dumbledore interrupted, sounding as casual as if he had just asked about the time.
"What?" Charlie's heart started beating very fast.
"How's Hermione?" He repeated. "And how's Harry? And Ron. I haven't seen them in a while, and we didn't get to talk much during the graduation ceremony."
Charlie started breathing again. "Oh, they're-fine." he said. "I've got to go, sir, they're waiting for me. Goodbye."
As the gargoyle slid back into place behind him, Dumbledore turned from the window.
"Charlie, Charlie, Charlie," He said sadly. He turned to Fawkes. "Why do you feel the need to lie to me?"
A/N: Sorry it's been so long! I posted a few other stories, chapters, but i just couldn't get this chapter out. now that i have, please don't tell me it sucks or something. Please read my other stories. Um, Oh yeah, I have a few questions for you guys to answer in your reviews:
* Who should be the first person to find out about them? (Not Mr. Or Mrs. Weasly, or the Grangers, so basically Bill, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Harry, or Ginny.
* How should they tell the rest of the people. (I.E.: Teachers, other students, etc.)
* How should Ron find out? I have the little scenarios for everyone but him. I just cannot figure out what to do with him. Percy too. I have what Percy's going to say, but I really need some help on this.
* Who let the dogs out? And would somebody please put them back in?
Sorry about that last one, but seriously, please review and answer them. Or else I'll make them all find out at the same time and end it in the next chapter! (J/K, but please answer them!)
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March 23, 2007
Charlie sat at the head table, trying to finish his soup as quickly as possible. It was one of the only times he had to be surrounded by the other teachers, and he still felt somewhat uncomfortable around them.
He glanced once again at the Gryffindor table, wishing he could be a student again, and not have to sit up where everyone could see you and everything you did.
On his left, Professor Flitwick was chatting about the house cup competition, apparently unaware that Charlie wasn't paying attention.
"And it does look like it's going to be close, down to Slytherin and Gryffindor, of course, but this is the first time in a while since Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff have even been close. So, I'm going to dye my hair purple and elope with Professor Snape."
Charlie dropped his spoon with a clatter on the table. "What?!?"
Professor Flitwick smiled. "So you were paying attention."
Charlie turned red. "Sorry, sir. I'm just not very good at concentrating when I'm up here. It feels like everyone's staring at me." He nodded towards the rest of the Great Hall.
"You'll get used to it after a while, don't worry." Flitwick said. "So, as I was saying, it hasn't been this close since your parents were students, you know."
"Really?" Charlie couldn't help but inwardly groan. This was quickly starting to sound like one of the Weasly Family Reunions. Old people talking about things his parents had done when "they were your age dearie."
"Yes. I believe they were in their second year." Flitwick smiled. "I'll never forget the time Molly slapped Arthur because he said Gryffindor was going to win."
"Huh?" Charlie asked. "Why was she mad about that?"
"Don't you know?" He asked, surprised. "Molly transferred to Gryffindor her third year. The Slytherin's said she was too nice, especially to Arthur."
"She was in Slytherin?" Hermione asked incredulously.
"I know, I know!" Charlie was pacing in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room. Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny were sitting in arm chairs by the fire. All the Weasly's looked rather shaken at the news that their mother used to be a Slytherin.
"But she's so...nice." Ginny said.
"Maybe the Sorting Hat noticed her temper." Ron muttered under his breath, earning him a glare from Ginny and a smack on the head from Charlie.
"I wouldn't complain, Ron, you have the exact same type of temper as her." Ginny said icily.
"Yeah, and you have dad's big nose." Ron threw back, earning another smack on the head, this time from Ginny.
"You have a duck's feet." She snarled.
"You have a banshee's mouth."
"You have a spider's legs."
"Quiet!" Charlie shouted. The common room fell silent.
Turning a bit red, Charlie sank into a chair next to Hermione.
"That isn't the worst part. Have you ever wondered why Dad and Lucius Malfoy are always at each other's throats all the time?"
Ron and Ginny nodded, as did Harry and Hermione.
"Well, Professor Flitwick told me that Mum used to date Lucius." Charlie struggled to get the words out. "Dad and Malfoy were enemies from even before they went to Hogwarts. Dad stole Mum from Malfoy in their third year."
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June 15, 2007
It was the last day of school, and the 7th year's last day at Hogwarts. Hermione had been elected class valedictorian, to no one's surprise, and she had made her speech, they had gotten their diploma's, and the people who had passed the test had gotten their apparition licences.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry had passed, as did all the Gryffindor's, even Neville. They had all been delighted when Crabbe and Goyle hadn't passed, and had to ask Madame Hooch for extra lessons over the summer.
"So you both are coming over this summer, right?" Ron asked. "Mum said I could have a graduation party, because all my other brothers have."
"Cool." Hermione said. "Will your other brothers be going?"
"Of course, where else would they go?"
"Well, I just figured that they might be busy on account of they have jobs." She replied sarcastically.
"Are you kidding?" Ron replied. "I had to sit through all five of their graduation parties. They are definitely sticking around for mine."
"Yeah, and poor Ginny has to sit through six." Harry said.
"Well, we all kind of had to sit through six." Fred said, coming up behind them with the rest of the Weasleys. "We all had to go to everyone else's."
"Where's Charlie?" Ron asked.
"He said he had to talk to Dumbledore about something." Mrs. Weasley said.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Charlie said, entering the circular office.
"Yes, Charlie?" Dumbledore said. He was standing at one of the windows, overlooking the Quidditch field where they had held the graduation ceremony.
"I-I just wanted to give you my, my letter of resignation, sir."
"Ah, yes. I had a feeling you would be leaving." Dumbledore didn't turn from the window as he spoke.
"Um, well," Charlie suddenly felt uneasy. He thought he detected a hint of dissapointment in Dumbledore's voice. "I'll, just leave this here-"
"How's Hermione?" Dumbledore interrupted, sounding as casual as if he had just asked about the time.
"What?" Charlie's heart started beating very fast.
"How's Hermione?" He repeated. "And how's Harry? And Ron. I haven't seen them in a while, and we didn't get to talk much during the graduation ceremony."
Charlie started breathing again. "Oh, they're-fine." he said. "I've got to go, sir, they're waiting for me. Goodbye."
As the gargoyle slid back into place behind him, Dumbledore turned from the window.
"Charlie, Charlie, Charlie," He said sadly. He turned to Fawkes. "Why do you feel the need to lie to me?"