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Summary- Same as the main page pretty much. Percy Weasley dies, leaving behind his wife and daughter. His older brother is stepping out to take care of what was left behind.
Disclaimer- I own nothing! Except Percy's daughter, but that's not going to make me the richest girl in Canada
Authors Note- I got the idea for this story when I realized that some characters in the Harry Potter books are overlooked when it comes to fan fiction.
Prologue- Short and Sweet, just for the beginning
He stared out the kitchen window, gazing out into the beautiful evening sky. The setting sun that stretched from the horizon and across the clouds was suppose to mark the ending of the day. The day which should not have been in existence to begin with.
She was walking along the grass, which was cold last he checked. Her long black rustled against her legs as she strolled along after the young child wandering about below her. Strands of golden blonde hair framed her angelic, yet saddened face. The remainder stayed pinned on the back of her head in a loose tie. It looked as though she had so much on her mind, and yet, no expression came through.
" Charlie" his mothers voice made him jump, and his daydreaming suddenly dissolved as though he accused her of knowing exactly what he was thinking. He turned around and faced her, " darling, maybe you should go talk to her".
He swallowed with a hard gulp, once again glaring at the young girl on the other side of the window, " I don't think I'm the right person".
Molly placed her hands on her sons elbows, " I think at this point, she'd want to talk to anyone. Go on".
Slowly, Charlie placed the dishrag he had been holding into the sink next to the drain. His thoughts, which made no sense to him, are what slowed him down before finally emerging from the back door.
She had heard the door closed, and immediately looked up at him, hardly managing a weak smile. In several steps, he had closed the distance between them, and was holding her in his arms. It was strange, being that close to his own sister-in-law, even when they had briefly danced at her wedding, neither of them felt so secure with the other. Though she had cried the day she got married, it wasn't like this, now how she was crying now.
Never being in such a situation in the past, Charlie wasn't entirely sure how to be on the receiving end. All he knew to do was continue holding her, even when the little girl latched onto his leg, and let her cry, releasing every emotion onto his chest.
Today was perhaps the worst day of Penelope Weasley's life, and in that one moment, standing where she was, she did not have to worry about how she was going to life the rest of her life.
Summary- Same as the main page pretty much. Percy Weasley dies, leaving behind his wife and daughter. His older brother is stepping out to take care of what was left behind.
Disclaimer- I own nothing! Except Percy's daughter, but that's not going to make me the richest girl in Canada
Authors Note- I got the idea for this story when I realized that some characters in the Harry Potter books are overlooked when it comes to fan fiction.
Prologue- Short and Sweet, just for the beginning
He stared out the kitchen window, gazing out into the beautiful evening sky. The setting sun that stretched from the horizon and across the clouds was suppose to mark the ending of the day. The day which should not have been in existence to begin with.
She was walking along the grass, which was cold last he checked. Her long black rustled against her legs as she strolled along after the young child wandering about below her. Strands of golden blonde hair framed her angelic, yet saddened face. The remainder stayed pinned on the back of her head in a loose tie. It looked as though she had so much on her mind, and yet, no expression came through.
" Charlie" his mothers voice made him jump, and his daydreaming suddenly dissolved as though he accused her of knowing exactly what he was thinking. He turned around and faced her, " darling, maybe you should go talk to her".
He swallowed with a hard gulp, once again glaring at the young girl on the other side of the window, " I don't think I'm the right person".
Molly placed her hands on her sons elbows, " I think at this point, she'd want to talk to anyone. Go on".
Slowly, Charlie placed the dishrag he had been holding into the sink next to the drain. His thoughts, which made no sense to him, are what slowed him down before finally emerging from the back door.
She had heard the door closed, and immediately looked up at him, hardly managing a weak smile. In several steps, he had closed the distance between them, and was holding her in his arms. It was strange, being that close to his own sister-in-law, even when they had briefly danced at her wedding, neither of them felt so secure with the other. Though she had cried the day she got married, it wasn't like this, now how she was crying now.
Never being in such a situation in the past, Charlie wasn't entirely sure how to be on the receiving end. All he knew to do was continue holding her, even when the little girl latched onto his leg, and let her cry, releasing every emotion onto his chest.
Today was perhaps the worst day of Penelope Weasley's life, and in that one moment, standing where she was, she did not have to worry about how she was going to life the rest of her life.