Since the incident, George had been treating Mrs Weasley very delicately, as though she were made of glass. In the mean time, Mrs Weasley found solace in ordering everyone around. Per usual.
"Ron straighten up the front porch will you?" Mrs Weasley commanded.
Ron scowled and walked out the front door, yelling over his shoulder, "George you're coming with me!"
"Charlotte, why don't you go help them?"
Charlotte sighed and slipped on her wellington boots, walking outside into the warm, flower-scented air.
"Has mum sent you out here to spy on us?" Ron narrowed his eyes at her.
"No! Why would you think that. But anyways, she told me to help you guys clean the porch."
Ron laughed, "Like we're going to actually spend time to clean the porch. George?"
George flicked his wand and immediately the broom lifted up into the air and began to sweep the dirt off the area in front of the door. The shoes righted themselves, the bag of chicken feed lifted itself up and was tucked into the corner.
"See. Now we have some time to play Quidditch." Ron walked across the yard to the shed in the corner and took out a few broomsticks, a little worse for the wear but working broomsticks nonetheless.
"Charlotte you can have the shooting star and George and I'll have the cleansweeps."
Charlotte guffawed. "Why do I get stuck with the shooting star! It's so old it can hardly go ten feet!"
"Because," Ron looked down at her, putting his hand on her shoulder, "You're the youngest and plus we don't want you getting hurt on a real broom."
Charlotte slapped Ron with her broomstick and he took off on his broom, soaring high above her. Even the Cleansweeps sucked but anything was better than a Shooting Star.
Charlotte took off of her Shooting Star and when she had reached about fifteen feet up, the broom began sinking in the air. "Ron! It doesn't even stay up!"
Ron flew down to fly next to her. "Fine. I'll enchant it a little bit to give it more kick." He waved his wand and red sparks shot out and the broom raised up a little bit. "It won't last forever but it'll do."
Charlotte raced Ron across the yard while George grabbed the quaffles. Ron took a sharp turn, the tree he almost ran into clipping his arms. Charlotte flew after him, in hot pursuit. She flew high above everything, taking in the view from above. The area spread out below her like a toy village. Except the Burrow was the only building in five mile wide radius. The wind whipped around in her hair and her hands gripped the broom tightly. She wondered briefly what would happen if she could actually fly. Without a broom.
"Charlotte!" She could just hear Ron's voice calling her from far below. "Come down! It's not safe up there!" She ignored him, climbing higher and higher until she could see even farther around her. It was colder up here and she shivered a little, despite it being early August.
"Charlotte!" Ron's voice was a mere whisper on the wind now. She sighed, she didn't want to give him a heart attack. Slowly she made her way down until she could see Ron and George's figures.
"Thank god! You can't go that high up! You could get really badly hurt if you fell from up there!" George said.
"Don't worry I won't fa-" Suddenly the Shooting Star gave a little jerk and began to shake. "Ron.. George..."
She was still thirty feet in the air and she didn't like the way the broom was quivering underneath her. "I think it's breaking!"
"Okay, stay calm, just come down-- slowly." Ron directed.
Charlotte complied and she had decended ten feet when the broom fell from beneath her and she and it plummeted to the ground.
She heard Ron yell something before everything went momentarily black.
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Charlotte Weasley
FanfictionCharlotte was found by Mrs Weasley the night after the Battle of Hogwarts, laying in the castle completely forgotten. She doesn't know who her parents are, where she is from, or even how she relates to everything happening. All she does know is tha...
