Major angst warning!
Chapter Four: Leave Me Alone!
"What is it Charlie?" He answered, his voice tired.
"Just dropping off your Valentine chocolate." Charlie said with a smile, he moved further into a room, and gave Harry a large heart-shaped box.
"Oh." Harry couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. "Um. I didn't get you anything."
"That's alright." Charlie said quickly, understanding coloring his tone. "Just didn't want you to think I forgot about you."
Harry snorted. "Don't see how I could ever think that with as much as you come over."
"Yes well, Valentine's Day is different, special."
Another snort. "I can assure you, there is nothing special about Valentine's Day. It's just a stupid holiday made up to sell candy and make lonely people feel bad about themselves. It is a day just like any other. There are no miracles, all is not right with the world, and people still die."
"Oh Harry I know how hard this has to be for you but-"
"You know NOTHING! Nothing, do you hear? He was one of the few who didn't betray me, who stuck by me through all of it. And they took him from me! We were finally happy! Married barely an hour and they took him! Never say shit like that to me again! You don't understand. You can never understand! Get out, just get the fuck out! For pity's sake don't ever come back!"
Harry pursed his lips and blew sharply, once. A strong breeze hit Charlie square on the chest and pushed him to and out of the portrait hole. Harry rubbed his forearm against his eyes. Don't be weak, don't start crying again! Just go to sleep. Don't think about it. The grading can wait. He turned sharply on his heel and strode to his bedroom. He walked straight to the stand next to his bed, grabbed one of the sleep potions sitting on it, and gulped it down. Mere moments later he collapsed on his bed, for all intents and purposes, dead to the world.
On the other side of the portrait, slumped on the floor, a dejected and discouraged Charlie Weasley wondered if maybe it was time to give up on his love for Harry Potter. It was clear that he would never get over the loss of his first husband. Perhaps he should just move on, find someone else. What else could he do?