A/N

Miss Me? Alright, you didn't, what I thought. But anyways, I've decided to do a collection of one-shots of different fandoms I'm in, and the titles will be in Latin. At the end of each I will tell you what the title means. No, I'm not evil, I just want it to hit you harder. Will they be angst? Most will, yes. Angst is my wife, this is a present to dear angst. On to the story!!

Harry never had anyone. Sure he had Hermione and Ron, but were they really friends? The Weasleys, they already had so many children, why accept an orphan? It always seemed that they never wanted him there. After Ron and Hermione married, they accepted her in, but she was married to one of the family.

It took awhile for them to accept Fleur in, but she also was married to one of the family. Harry wasn't, nor did he want to. Harry saw them all as the siblings he never had, and never will.

The Dursleys didn't want him. Sirius only saw him as his late father. Remus, Remus wasn't really there. He had his own family now, his own pack. Why need Harry?

Dumbledore only saw him as a pawn. Even Ginny, his ex, only wanted to be Lady Potter, and wanted his fortune, not Harry. No one ever wanted Harry.

The only person who even remotely wanted Harry was Voldemort, even if he only wanted to be the one behind his demise.

Here Harry was, in front of Charlie Weasley's Cabin. Harry knocked on Charlie's door. The door was opened.

"Harry, uh, what are you doing here?" Charlie questioned.

Harry handed him an envelope.

"Um, what is this for?" Charlie asked.

Harry sighed softly, "In that envelope, there are letters addressed to multiple persons. Overmorrow, I want you to give the letters to the person's addressed."

"Why Me though?" breathed Charlie.

Harry smiled softly, "I trust you Charlie, only you have seen me as Harry."

Charlie gulped, but smiled sadly, "Of course Harry. We will always stick together, Alright?"

"Yes, we will always stick together," Harry said softly, "Even in death," Harry added softly, Charlie didn't hear though.

"You have my gratitude, Charlie." Harry looked up at Charlie.

Charlie nodded, "And you have mine, Harry."

Harry rushed back to the apparition point of Charlie's land. Charlie could only watch him sadly.

~~~~~~~~~~Angst, Dear~~~~~~~~~~

It was the day Harry asked Charlie to hand out the letters. Charlie arrived at the burrow. The entire Weasley family was there, he asked them to be. Most resided there nevertheless.

"Charlie! Come in!" The mother of the Weasley monarch yelled.

Charlie hurried inside to the living room where everyone sat.

"Why have zou brought us vere?" Fleur questioned impatiently. Charlie rolled his eyes, he never liked her that much.

"Harry, asked me to hand out these letters to you." Charlie answered honestly.

"Why would he have you hand them out?" Ron demanded.

"I asked the same question. He said it was because he trusted me."

Charlie hushed everyone and quickly handed out the letters. He read his.

'Dear Charlie,

Thank you for seeing me as just Harry. I trusted you with my life. You are the only one who accepted me and wanted me. You have my gratitude. We will always stick together, even in death. You are the only one I will think of as my demise comes.

Love,

Harry'

Charlie gasped, he felt tears going down his cheeks. Charlie collapsed to his knees, the letter fell from his hands.

"Harry. . ." the only thing that escaped his lips, "No, he. ."

" 'Arry is dead? Zat zoesnt make zense."

Charlie glared at Fleur, "It does."

Fleur shook her head angrily, "Who vould 'urder 'im?"

"Himself." Charlie hissed. Charlie hurriedly got up, "I'm going, going to find his. . . Then I will plan."

~~~~~~Angst, Love~~~~~~~~

Charlie was looking down at Harry's grave, "It was all futile, wasn't it?"

Charlie got down on his knees, he re-read Harry's grave for the millionth time.

alis volat propriis'

Charlie smiled softly and got up. He started walking away. He stopped and looked back, "You will always have a place with me."

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alis volat propriis - He Flies By His Own Wings.