wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2009-03-14 00:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, charlie, tonks |
Special delivery for zephre
Title: Every Mile a Memory
Author: luvscharlie
Recipient's IJ/LJ name: zephre
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Charlie Weasley/Nymphadora Tonks
Word Count: 3,120
Warnings (if any): Sex, angst
Summary: In the aftermath of war, we hold on tightly to what's left. Sometimes memories are all we have.
Author's notes: Thank you, J. for the beta. I hope you enjoy it, zephre! It was a pleasure to write for you, dear.
It was scary, but he had to be tough. After all, big brothers would never let you forget those scaredy cat moments, and his was no different. Charlie took a deep breath and put on his brave face, even though he really wanted to cry a bit. Perhaps he should wait to start Hogwarts after he turned twelve. Dad did work a lot, and Mum might need him… or something. The whistle blew as he trudged toward the train, tugging his trunk behind him. Dad had offered to carry it. No, that would never do. He couldn't have everyone thinking he wasn't tough enough to carry it himself, could he?
He'd been scared enough about starting Hogwarts, and then last night it had only gotten worse. Bill had warned him; if he was sorted into Slytherin, the Auld Weasley Curse would get him. Dad's mum's brother's uncle's great-aunt Bertha had been sorted into Slytherin, and she'd sprouted horns and a tail that no healer had been able to cure. Charlie wouldn't look good with horns and a tail. He just knew it. Sure, you might be able to cover a set of small horns if you grew your hair out long enough (besides a set of horns might be wicked cool). But, he did not fancy the notion of cutting a hole in all of his pants to accommodate a newly sprouted tail. Mum said it was rubbish, but Charlie wasn't certain he wanted to test that theory. He rubbed his behind anxiously.
The whistle blew again as he struggled onboard with his trunk. Finding an empty compartment toward the back of the train, he leaned out the window to wave to his family. He saw a pink blur, followed by a burly man toting a trunk, come flying across the platform at an all out run.
"Wait! Wait! Don't leave. Hurry, Da!"
The train started to pull away from King's Cross Station and the door to his compartment flew open to accommodate a rather thin girl with hair bright pink in colour.
"The other compartments are all full." She didn't ask if he minded, just flopped down on the bench opposite him as she popped some gum into her mouth, smacking her lips loudly together. "So, what's your name, mate?"
They had been inseparable after that.