Dragons ♦️ Charlie Weasley Fanfiction

« Chapter Three - Five more minutes »

Edited: 15/9/19

I rather viciously awoke the next morning to Hermione shaking me, the girl was rather strong, probably from carrying all her thousand paged history books she checks out for 'light reading'

"What is it, Hermione," I groaned, closing my eyes tight, snugging further into my pillow.

"Honestly, get up! Mrs Weasley says breakfast is nearly ready!" She bossed which made me groan, even more, lifting the blanket over my head, muttering something along the lines of 'five more minutes' but due to the sound being muffled and me being about two percent awake it could have been anything.

"You are impossible!" She spoke incredulously.

"It's all in the charm," I slurred, hardly making any sense as Hermione made a noise of protest, stomping out of the room.

A masculine voice reached my ears, hearing them speak through the door. I nearly drifted off to sleep but the next thing I knew, my blanket was yanked off of my body and the cold hair hit me like middle-aged women during Black Friday.

"GOOD GODRIC!" I shrieked, shooting up so fast I flopped onto the ground. I caught a glimpse of the Dragonologist and glared in his general direction as my eyes adjusted to the light.

"You keep doing stuff like that and you're gonna end up on my hit list,"

"I can live with that,"

"Not for very long," I sassed.

"Just get ready," he chuckled, leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.

I grabbed my clothes from my bag and got a quick shower. When I was finally ready I padded down the stairs and made it into the kitchen in time for Molly to shout 'BREAKFAST'.

Wow, all I hear is ringing.

The clan soon appeared, filling into the room, I sat down between Charlie and George, Molly giving us each a plate of fatty goodness and we dug in immediately.

"Are we getting Harry today, mum?" Ron asked and Mrs Weasley nodded, smiling.

"Thank Godric, those muggles are awful," I complained, practically scowling.

"Why don't you come along Madison?" Mr Weasley smiled and I nodded with a grin as we all walked over to the fireplace.

We took it in turns flooing in when it was my turn I didn't expect to be squished between Fred and George as I appeared.

"OUCH,"

"- an electric fire," Harry finished.

"Quick go back before Ron comes," Arthur said but it was too late Ron had appeared.

"RON REMOVE YOUR HAND FROM MY BUTT,"

"SORRY,"

"GET OFF MY FOOT,"

"MOVE,"

"BLOODY HELL,"

"I've got this," Arthur spoke, taking out his wand and blasting the fire. We all piled out and fell over. One big clump of redheads.

We heard a shriek and looked up, it came from a lanky woman with black hair who I guessed was Harry's aunt. I spotted the bespectacled boy and immediately stood, pouncing on him, giving him the most loving hug I could muster which he gladly returned.

Harry was like my little brother, always covering for him when he gets himself into trouble. I invited him to live with me in Davies Manor but Dumbledore made sure that didn't happen. I had a good few choice of words for my headmaster and spent hours venting to him in his office. Only thing I gained from that argument was a lost voice and a lemon drizzle.

"Have they been treating you alright?" I questioned, ruffling his hair. The Dursley's heads snapped in my direction but I flashed a large smile, making them shuffle, narrowing their eyes at me.

"I'm fine," he assured and I nodded.

"Fred, George, head up and grab Harry's trunk," Arthur said and they padded up the stairs.

"Well - er - very nice place you have here," Arthur said, attempting to make conversation. The once most likely spotless house was now converted in dust and wreckage. Fred and George arrived a while later with the trunk.

"Okay Fred you first with the trunk," Mr Weasley ordered, a mischievous Fred nodding but 'accidentally' dropping our newest product as he walked. Ton Tongue Toffees. They were in bright coloured wrappers designed by yours truly. He crammed them back into his pockets but left one which Dudley, Harry's cousin picked up sneakily.

Me and George went next and the three of us awaited eager for Harry to return.

When the bespectacled boy appeared he toppled out of the fireplace, wheezing and holding his stomach.

"Did he eat it?" we asked immediately and Harry nodded as we all smiled in victory.

"What were they?" Harry asked.

"Ton tongue toffee," We smirked but when Mr Weasley returned we knew we were in for it.