A/n: Been through 100 years more stuff, hate what JKR has been revealed to be... but I think I need to finish this.

Kurt sat amongst the congregants of the wedding with a bright smile on his face, looking up at Charles and the Weasley sons as they stood at the alter. His whole body trembled as he watched the man he loved, watch his brother, watch the woman he loved walk down the isle. He thought back to the day when he'd first met Hipster Weasley at the airport, when he'd still been with the first great love of his life; Kurt had considered marriage with Cedric, possibly children but the world had carried on turning and taken with it whatever dreams of a future with the boy whose smile he held.

He was no longer the boy who stepped off that plane with his brother- he was, in many ways, a widow now. The word was derived from a Sanskrit word which meant empty and it fit this space in his life perfectly- Kurt had seen his only brother murdered and lost the voice in his head, he now had to grapple with the mundanity of sanity. He had sent away his family; sent Harley and Velma to grow up without their brothers or their link to the magical world, he had doomed them to a childhood similar to that of Finn, Harry Potter and his own.

Harry had grown up with someone who mourned a loss as they attempted to raise a child with magic- his aunt had lost her sister but it was long before Voldemort's Hallows Eve attack, when one sister had been endowed with Magic and the other left a muggle. His first month at Hogwarts Kurt had feared that he'd been separated from Finn and was creating him in his mind- he didn't know the limits of magic, accidental or otherwise. Kurt thought of how he would have become like Mrs Dursley if his sibling had been taken from him because they were deemed as 'special', particularly in a way in which he could not compete- despite what Harry told them, Kurt could relate to The Boy Who Lived's aunt and what she lost. Kurt would never speak to Padma Petil again.

Now that would be the fate of Harley and Velma, his father and Carole would mourn Finn as they attempted to raise Harley and Velma. Finn would be in the back of their minds when the time came to choose between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons, when they had to choose between the legacy of their brother and the safety of their daughters. So much of what Kurt had done would shape the next generation in a hundred ways that he could never imagine, he had matched his powers against those of his generation's biggest threat and come out on top every time but that did not afford him any guarantees.

In much the same way that Petunia Dursley was embittered by her separation from her sister, Kurt was changed now by the loss of Finn. It shocked him that, unlike the loss of Cedric, it had softened him to his peers. He now felt that he loved harder and was more dedicated to the survival of Britain's wizardkind, his personal losses and sacrifices had washed away his selfish motivations for the future- leaving him with only his friends and the innocents deserving of his sacrifice.

Then his mind began to wander, back to the summer before his fourth year when he was still a whole person. When that Kurt had christened the man he would grow to love, 'Hipster Weasley'. That was not the same Kurt as the young man who sat amongst wedding guests with a face that glowed with unbridled joy. Nothing physical about him had changed other than the obvious powers of puberty. The difference was that he had allowed Charlie to breech his walls; Charlie had learned how to read him and how to take him in his completion. The journey would be one they might have told their children, had they not come to a unanimous agreement very early in their correspondence.

Dear Charles Hector Weasley,

I hope this letter reaches you well. I've come to a conundrum, out of which I do not wish to be bullied or pressured to change my stance by my friends. I thought of you because I hold absolutely no value to your opinion, but I must admit that I have come to respect your intellect- don't question it, I must have hit my head quite hard.

The conversation of our future children came up this morning at breakfast and I was struck silent, left with no answer to give my friends on the matter. Because you mean nothing to me, I can ask you a deeply personal question. Am I a wrong for no longer having any desire for children? I have every reason to have children at this point, according to the general wizarding community: I'm a pureblood, beautiful, Intelligent and a legacy Slytherin- I don't know if you've heard, but I'm the son of Bellatrix and Rebastan LeStrange.

My desire not to procreate has nothing to do with my newfound parentage or my fear of the world as it is, it is more to do with my desire to live a life all my own. I have seen how my existence has limited my dad's choices and I would like to live a life unencumbered by a dedication to a dependent. I feel that I will lose myself in a hundred ways to the needs of Harry Potter, and how they leak into the lives of those closest to him- my adulthood needs to belong to me. Am I a monster for thinking in this way?

I know that your opinion will have little to no effect on the choices I make but I needed to consult someone and I don't mind hurting your feelings. Please could you offer some insight as to how you and your peers are dealing with this matter. I would like to learn from you.

Kindest Regards,

Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. Master of Order of the White Lotus.

Dear Kurt,

I feel that you could be nicer to me considering I am your confidant. I'm fine, thank you for asking, how very unlike you. I was raised well enough to hope this letter reaches you well, but I don't think that is a judgement on your parents so much as you. I hope you're still terrorising all those around you and bending them to your will, please tell Hermione that I hate her.

I'm not going to mince words and spare your feelings, there's nothing wrong with not wanting children. I don't want children, they are like dogs but more expensive and I want no part of that. I want to climb Kilimanjaro, swim the English Channel, drove the Never-Never and visit the Great Wall of China. I want many things and children is not one of those things. Children deserve better than parents who do not want them, do not feel pressured by your peers to have them as a status symbol. If the childless life is good enough for someone you have no respect for, then it's good enough for you.

I know that my advice and opinion mean little to you but I do hope that my support of your position helps you build the gumption necessary to come forward to your friends on the matter. Never be afraid to put yourself first, there should be at least one person who always puts you first- trust me, I have siblings.

Please stop writing to be mean to me, let's try being nice to each other.

Kindest Regards,

Charlie.

Kurt had taken the last line to heart, Cedric was gone and he had nothing to lose from showing Charlie some kindness- that's what he'd told himself, his fancy had been passing and purely superficial. Kurt's weakness for strong arms didn't make a person worth knowing of Charles Weasley, not for him. He told himself that but, one brick at a time, the walls were coming down.

Dear Charles,

I apologise for the indecorous tone of my last letter. I do hope you haven't died of stupidity and are continuing to be too cool for the vast majority of things. This is the part where I would ask after your family but your siblings are keeping me up to date on their wellbeing, as such I will ask after your studies and wish you all the best as you endeavour to become a dragonologist.

I'm writing to follow up on a matters I previously discussed with your superiors. Attached to this letter is a paper on my suggestion for the study of dragon physiology, to give you the head start you will so desperately need should this protocol be implemented. The paper suggests the use of petrification as a means of preserving the dragon specimen for study- I know, I'm brilliant. Please do not share this with your girlfriend, it is for your eyes only! I am breaking the rules as peace offering to you, not whatever person desperate enough to date you.

Denis, my one-man fan club, sends his greetings despite not knowing who you are. He says to tell you that his knitting is improving, I think he needs to tell somebody about the unparalleled progress he has made in the craft. The Society for the Protection of Elvish Welfare is not going as we anticipated, the initial buzz has died down and we're haemorrhaging members. People just aren't as interested in causes that don't serve their own good, our peers have elected for indifference to the enslavement and there appears to be nothing I can do but carry the load on my own.

Denis says he'll be by my side all the way and now I'm telling him to mind his own business.

That's not the advice I want from you today though; the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Umbridge, gave Harry detention. During which she had him writing lines with a quill that carved the letters into the back of his hand, he doesn't want to take the matter to his head of house or the headmaster but I feel that such a barbaric means of punishment should not be used on any student. Am I right to believe that, as a prefect, I have a responsibility to the well-being of all students?

I'm taking this matter to Professor McGonagall, don't try to talk me out of it.

Thank you for being my confidant.

Kindest Regards,

Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. Master of the Order of the White Lotus.

He had extended the smallest kindness to the man and, without either of their knowledge or permission, they had begun to weave their lives together. Through a series of letters and passing meetings they would grow closer to each other, grow more reliant on one another and grow to be quite fond of the other. Kurt always had a soft spot for wedding but knew that the tears that came were not driven solely by the nuptial bliss he was witnessing; watching Fleur and Bill dedicated themselves to each other, vowing to spend their lives together for as long as they made each other happy- a welcome change from the muggle vows.

Then Charlie spotted him and started dabbing at his eyes, beginning the domino effect that would culminate in the groom sobbing through the remainder of his vows. Kurt hadn't been to many weddings since his father and Carole had found each other, the other people in his life weren't really worth marrying or were too young for the endeavour.

Then his tears turned sad… Padma would have married Finn and they would have had a baker's dozen of fat smooshy babies. Finn had been worthy of marriage, he would have made Padma very happy but he would never get the opportunity- his life had been cut short when he was too young for marriage. Kurt sobbed silently, trying to keep his composure.

Viktor nudged him and handed him a handkerchief, always the gentleman, "are you okay?"

Kurt shook his head to the negative, "I'm fine, I just really like weddings."

"You're showing emotion and it's frightening me," Harry jested.

Kurt didn't address how unfair the standard which he had set for himself was, how he never allowed himself to be vulnerable with people and as a result his emotions frightened the people around him. He wiped his tears, took several deep breaths and smiled brightly, "I always cry at weddings."

"You are a sap," Viktor smirked.

"I can't help how the idea of two people spending years of their lives together gets me fired up," Kurt shrugged.

"If I ever marry Hermione, you will not be able to cry," Viktor rubbed soothing circles into Kurt's back, "I will not allow it."

"If you marry me?" Hermione quirked a curious brow.

"Well," Viktor took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, "if it was only up to me, I would marry you the day you graduated from Hogwarts. However, you are still within your rights to change your mind about me- choose a different happiness."

"Okay," Harry smiled so widely that his borrowed face looked like it would split in two, "if you don't marry him, I will."

"He is just the sweetest," Hermione kissed Viktor's knuckles, "but I don't think Lisa appreciates your promise to marry anyone but her."

"I don't," she spoke from his other side, "especially since Kurt promised me you weren't gay."

"Yes," he wanted to say the boy's name but didn't want to ruin his stupid disguise plan, "don't make me a liar."

"Especially not when Kurt and I have just started respecting each other," she huffed.

Kurt's attention was drawn to the alter as the wizard who was officiating the ceremony pronounced the couple husband and wife, calling for Bill to kiss the bride. He shot to his feet and clapped his hands excitedly as Bill leaned forward to kiss his bride, his gaze met Charlie's and they beamed at each other as the newly married couple embraced each other. Charlie's eyes assured him that their day would come, that they would be pronounced as married and that they would do so in a fashion so grand that it would put every wedding before theirs to shame.

Bill and Fleur took a single step off the alter and Charlie took that as a sign that he was relieved of his duties, he pushed through the crowd that was following the couple toward the marquee. He held Kurt's delicate face in his meaty hands, "I thought I saw you out here crying."

Kurt tilted his head downward and kissed his boyfriend, letting himself melt into the young man's muscular arms, "I wanted so badly to call your name."

"I love you."

"I love you too," Kurt smiled shyly, giving his boyfriend a chaste kiss.

Charlie took his hand and led him leisurely toward the reception marquee, "Someday that'll be us."

"No," Kurt shook his head, "ours will be bigger and better."

"Is that so?"

"Yes," Kurt smirked arrogantly, "I'll have planned it."

"Don't let mum hear you saying that."

"Let her hear," Kurt fixed his already perfect hair, "I'm not afraid of your mother."

"Well," Charlie nibbled on Kurt's earlobe, "that makes one of us."

"Honestly," Kurt nudged his shoulder, "you people are supposed to be brave."

"And like we told Ron," Charlie smirked, "I was supposed to be in Hufflepuff."

"That would simply titillate Tracey," Kurt rolled his eyes.

Charlie quirked a curious brow, "is that so?"

"She believes I have a type," Kurt rolled his eyes, "now I find that I'm playing into it."

"Ruggedly handsome rogues?"

"Handsome Hufflepuff quidditch players with hearts of gold," Kurt kissed his boyfriend just behind his ear, "and above average intelligence."

"Those were all supposed to be good things but somehow I don't feel good about myself," Charlie teased him.

"I don't have to play nice with you," Kurt smirked, "I don't need to sensor myself for you."

"Speaking of you," Charlie grinned broadly as the newly married pair entered the marquee, "I have to announce your song."

"Don't you dare," Kurt hissed at his boyfriend's back, his handsome boyfriend was already defying his own personality and calling the crowd's attention.

"Hi," Charlie grinned, "tonight isn't about me and that's how I like things but I love someone who is incredibly talented." Their eyes met for a moment and Kurt blushed, "Please help me to welcome Kurt Elizabeth Hummel."

Everyone turned to look at him as if they knew him, he slowly made his way up to the stage and smiled at the band before dismissing them because he hadn't rehearsed with a band. He took a deep breath and figured out the melody in his mind before casting the only non-verbal spell he had perfected.

"We were lovers in a past life," Kurt crooned with lite guitar rift, "I can see it in your green eyes, maybe you were one of my wives, in the long lost tribe."

Kurt shook off his nerves as the instruments around him reacted to his enchantment, "There's just somethin' 'bout you I know, started centuries ago though, You see your kiss is like a lost ghost, only I would know."

"But I, I keep on falling for you," Kurt was taken aback when the couple being celebrated got up to dance to his song, "Time after time, time after time. I'll make you mine, time after, time after time."

"Seems millenniums ago, love, we were nothing more than stardust," Kurt stole a moment to glance at Charlie, the imperfect man that he couldn't help but love, "Just the galaxy beneath us, we found weight. Then we made it through the Ice Age, but I lost you in the crusades, I build the pyramids for you, babe, just to see your face."

Dewey green eye that would have sworn they were brown gaped up at him, "But I, I keep on falling for you, time after time, time after time. I'll make you mine, time after, time after time, yeah."

Kurt slowly moved away from the microphone and towards the love of his life as he echoed the last lines, "Time after time, time after time. Time after time, time after time."

Kurt and Charlie embraced each other.

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