In love with a Weasley (Charlie Weasley)

DH 2

I wake with a slight groan, the brightness making my head hurt.

"Good morning sleeping beauty" I look over at a smiling George, a bandage covering his head.

"Oh my god, are you okay" I sit up and look at him.

"Really you've been unconscious for over 12 hours and your first thoughts are whether I'm okay" He laughs slightly before coming to sit beside me.

"Well are you"

"I lost an ear, curtesy of Snape but I'm fine atleast I'm not dead"

"Bloody Snape. Please tell me you made a 'I'm holy' joke"

"I did, finally someone who gets my humor" he smirks at me.

"Who didn't find it funny"

"Fred, he said of all the jokes I did that one"

"I'll punch him for you, that jokes brilliant" I look at him again before being more serious "I'm glad you're okay" he wraps his arms around me.

"I'm glad you're okay as well, you scared us all with how much blood you lost"

"It was the only way I could keep Bill safe, just repaying the favour after he saved me from Greyback" George pulls me into a tighter hug "Did anyone else get hurt"

"Mad-Eye didn't make it, but everyone else made it back safely only me and you got injured" I nod as Charlie walks in.

"Nova you're awake" he walks over as George gets up to leave.

"I'll let everyone know she's awake"

"Thanks George" Charlie says before sitting beside Rory "How do you feel"

"I feel fine, just a bit tired that's all"

"Nova you need to stop using your powers, that's the second time they've made you bleed"

"I don't try to use them for that exact reason Charlie, but I couldn't fight that many spells with my wand so I did the only thing I knew would work to protect me and Bill"

"I know you did baby" he wraps his arms around me as he lays down, pulling me with him so my heads resting on his chest.

"George told me about Mad-Eye"

"Yeah, Bill and Remus went to try and recover his body but they didn't have any luck finding it"

The shock of losing Mad-Eye hung over the house in the days that followed. Order members, who passed in and out to relay news.

I was sat at the breakfast table with Ron and Harry.  Mr. Weasley, Charlie and Bill had just left for work. Mrs. Weasley had gone upstairs to wake Hermione and Ginny, while Fleur had drifted off to take a bath.

“The Trace’ll break on the thirty-first,” said Harry. “That means I only need to stay here four days. Then I can”

“Five days,” Ron corrected him firmly. “We’ve got to stay for the wedding. They’ll kill us if we miss it.

"It’s one extra day Harry" I told him whilst he looked mutinous.

“Don’t they realize how important?”

“’Course they don’t,” said Ron. “They haven’t got a clue. And now you mention it, I want to talk to you about that.”
Ron glanced toward the door into the hall to check that Mrs. Weasley was not returning yet, then leaned in closer to Harry. “Mum’s been trying to get it out of Hermione, Rory and me. What we’re off to do. She’ll try you next, so brace yourself. Dad and Lupin’ve both asked us as well, but when we said Dumbledore told you not to tell anyone except us, they dropped it. Not Mum,
though. She’s determined.” I'd agreed to help them as well much to Charlie's protests but he understood eventually.