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Entry tags: | 2008, character: bill weasley, character: charlie weasley, character: fleur delacour, fic, pairing: bill/fleur/charlie |
Fic: Wailing Like the Dragons (Bill/Fleur/Charlie, NC-17) for marseverlasting
Author: abusing_sarcasm
Recipient: magnus_leo
Title: Wailing Like the Dragons
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Bill/Fleur/Charlie in every possible combination.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older.
Summary: The lips of an adulteress drip honey, and Charlie is hopelessly mired.
Warnings: Very dark, incest, a bit of not-too-descriptive het, oral/anal/rimming/what-have-you, self-harm, offences to religion…
Word Count: ~3,500
Author's Notes: To marseverlasting, someday I will sit at your feet like Scheherazade to tell you the story you were supposed to have (and why you don't have it) and we will throw our heads back and laugh. Huge thanks to E and M, with whom all things are possible.
"Therefore I will wail and howl, I will go stripped and naked: I will make a wailing like the dragons, and mourning as the owls." - Micah 1:8
September 1999
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." Charlie's voice cracked halfway through the sentence and he gave a small, hiccupping laugh.
"Charles, this isn't a confession. You need to speak to me so that I can help you." The man scratched something on the clipboard he was holding. "I see here that you arrived here back in June. You'd injured yourself. Is that right?"
Charlie merely nodded.
"Can you talk about why you hurt yourself?"
"I know it was wrong," Charlie said, quietly. "Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you."
The man looked at his notes again. "I also see that you've chosen to spend your time in religious devotion since you arrived. You're rarely seen without your Bible. Have you always been a religious man?"
Charlie laughed loudly and raucously. "Of course I wasn't, was I? Not exactly raised in a Christian household, was I? Now it's just one more thing I have to pay for. Whoever believes in Him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because he has not believed in the name of God's one and only Son."
"No one is here to condemn you, Charles. Perhaps you could just begin by telling me about the things you said when you were found. About… witchcraft, was it?"
Charlie laughed again. "Tried to tell them I didn't want to go to some Muggle hospital! Wanted to go to the wizards' hospital. I didn't want them to sew my skin together. But they did, and look now! Scars!" He held up his hands and the pinkish tracks stood out along his forearms, bright against his ruddy skin. "Little cuts like those, a mediwizard could have healed without a trace."
The man looked at him for a long minute, examining the multitude of various scars that covered his arms, many much more prominent than the newest ones, before writing something else on his clipboard.
"So, you did cut yourself. What were you trying to accomplish?"
Hanging his head, his mood changing fast as quicksilver, Charlie said, "I wanted to end it."
"Your life?"
"The guilt. So much guilt. Thou shalt not commit adultery. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife. Thou shalt not lie with a male as one lies with a female."
"I thought you weren't religious before?"
"Wasn't. But the guilt. The guilt was there. This?" He held up the Bible in his hand, dog-eared and worn. "This showed me why I felt it."
"Do you feel like you can tell me about this guilt? About these sins, as you call them?"
"Don't know what to say."
"Begin at the beginning," the man suggested.
"I suppose I can. Only through my confession will the blood of Christ absolve me."
"I'm not here to judge you."
"Only God can judge me," Charlie said with a nod. "Well, it began almost a year ago…"