Harry Potter one shots

Weasley

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Warnings: mention of injuries
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// Author's p.o.v. //

Green flames licked the wall of the fireplace, casting shadows on the walls in the room. It was the only light in there other than the rays of the setting sun.

"You go first" Simone ushered Charlie towards the flames, adjusting his coat.

He smiled at the woman, lifting the floo powder in his hand and then called out loud and clear, "The Burrow!" And with that, he disappeared.

Simone also walked into the fire with a handful of powder. Her fiery red hair was licked by the flames, getting closer and closer to her freckled face.

"The Burrow!" With one last weak smile, she said goodbye to the apartment in Romania, and then everything started to spin. A multitude of fireplaces came and went. Simone tried to keep her eyes open to make sure she spotted Charlie and got out by the right fireplace.

And that was when she noticed, this is the right house. She took a big leap and jumped out of the flames that bound her body. Simone always hated traveling with floo network.

"Got you" two arms catched her right before she could've fallen straight with face on the kitchen's tiles.

"Thanks, Charles" Simona peeled herself out of his embrace, adjusting her autumn coat and the green dress underneath.

Frowning, Charlie looked down at her, "I told you, just because we came here you don't have to call me that. Nobody calls me that. Well, sometimes mom, but still."

"But I enjoy the face you make when I say Charles" the woman grinned, locking their brown and greenish blue eyes.

"Okay, give me that coat. Sit at the table, I'll get the others right away." Leaving Simone by herself in the middle of the kitchen next to the fireplace, Charlie went to put her brown coat on a hanger.

No one was nearby. This was pointed out by the great silence, only a clock ticking lonely on the wall. She walked out of the room to the dining room to sit down and wait.

She was nervous, that was undeniable. It's not every day that you meet a completely new and big family of someone important. And everyone knows that the Weasleys are a large family. It can be quite difficult to manage their family tree.

After a while, Simone sat down on an interestingly patterned chair at the far left of the table. Her legs bounced nervously as she looked around the furnished room with plenty of things. Walls covered with all kinds of pictures and drawings. Family photos, red-haired children and adults grinning and waving at the camera. A certain picture caught her eye and lingered on it for a long time. It was little Charlie shaking hands with an old man, with an ear-to-ear smile on his face.

Newton Scammander, the famous magizoologist.

Interesting, he never mentioned meeting him. She pondered on the possible conversations he could've mentioned this, but no. After all, Charlie could hardly have been more than ten years old then, he might have not been thinking about that moment for a long time.

Footsteps from the stairs leading up to the floors brought her out of her thoughts. Someone raced down one of the floors at great speed. Considering it's taking so long, they might be coming from the top floor.

A head of red hair appeared from behind the railing. His freckled face showed pure shock and questioning as he and Simone were staring at each other. Neither of them spoke, just stared at each other in silence.

"Mum?" He called out, brown eyes just like Charlie's never leaving her. "There's someone sitting by our table!"

"Who? Where?" Mrs. Weasley came with quick steps into the dining room through the front door. At the stranger's sight, she froze down too.