Ezra Potter the cousin of the chosen one. The lover of Charlie Weasley. His life felt complete, but things quickly change as the Trizwizards Tournament goes very wrong.
Love is lost and new ones are found.
Ezra Potter will fight for those he cares...
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Butt hurt!
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Nobodies POV
Ezra and Charlie were quickly dressing, while the train was blowing its whistle, announcing that it was getting ready to leave.
"Shit shit!" Ezra curses
Charlie chuckles, helping Ezra dress.
Charlie wipes Ezra's tear streaked face, kissing the corner of his lips, pushing him towards the exit.
Ezra giggles and he unlocks the bathroom door, smoothing down his messy unruly hair.
Once out, the two start running, people glare as the two push through the crowd. Thankfully Ezra's bags were already on the train.
But before Ezra can board, Charlie pulls him back.
Ezra turns and he looks at his boyfriend in confusion. "I want you know that just because I'm such a bloody coward doesn't mean I don't care for you outside of sex, I want more then that, I want to be able to say those three little words and I will say them. I want a future with you. And I hope that despite being four years younger then me, that you want it too." Charlie says
Ezra smiles and he leans up, kissing Charlie softly on the lips. "I want it too Charlie." Ezra says
....
Train corridor.
Students hang out compartment doors, talking, laughing, while an old woman pushes a candy trolley up to Ron and Hermione's compartment.
"Anything off the trolley, dears?" Old woman asks
Harry and Ron leap up, while Hermione continues to read the Daily Prophet Over a photograph of the dark mark. Headline screams: Terror at the world cup.
"I'll have a pack of droobles. And a licorice wand and..." Ron says
Ron digs into his pocket, frowns. "On second thought, just the droobles." Ron says "s'alright, I'll get it.." Harry says
Firmly; to the lady. "Just the droodles." Ron says
Ron takes his gum, quickly ducks back into the compartment. Harry frowns, feeling guilty.
"Something sweet for you, dear?" Old Lady ask
"Huh? Oh. no. I'm not...hungry." Harry says
Harry catches sight of Draco Malfoy, his eyes widening briefly watching Draco's lithe figure move in his direction, watching until he slips into a compartment and is gone.
Ezra was walking down the corridor, until he's pulled into the compartment by Hermione. He yelps in surprise.
Hermione giggles and she sits back down. The two were very close friends, she tended to hang out with Ezra when she wasn't with Ron and Harry.
Ezra smirks at his young friend and he sits himself on Hermione's lap, he peers at the newspaper in her hand and he looks at it questioning. Hermione sighs.
"It's bad. Very bad..." Hermione says
Harry turns, and he sees Hermione shaking her head darkly behind the prophets screaming front page. Harry eyes his cousin for a brief moment but instead he has to consider the image of the Dark Mark and the accompanying article: Dark Mark stirs old fears (First sighting in thirteen years), then eyes the photo of the article's author, RIta Skeeter.
"This is horrible, how can the ministry not know who conjured it. Isn't there any security or?" Hermione ask
"Loads according to Dad, that's what worried them so much. Happened right under their noses." Ron says
Hermione sees Harry rubbing his head. Hermione snaps shut the paper, making Ezra jump, but Hermione stares at Harry, making Ezra look over to his hurting cousin.
"It's hurting again, isn't it?" Ezra asks, worried. "It was hurting that morning too. The day of the World Cup." Hermione asks
Ron, full of gum, stops chewing, eyes Harry with trepidation. "I'm fine." Harry says "Suit yourself. But at least tell him. You know he'd want you to." Hermione says
....
"What happened to the little boy you saved." Hermione asked
Ezra lifts his head up from Hermione's shoulder and he brightens, Ezra digs into his pocket, pulling out a creased picture, it showed the kid he saved.
"His name was Jax, cute kid, his parents are Muggleborns, that's why he was targeted. His parents practically gave me their kidneys as thanks for saving their kid, it was weird and a little violating, I think the mom groped me at one point." Ezra says
Hermione chuckles.
"Why are you sitting on her lap." Ron asked out of the blue.
Ezra turns to the red head and he smirks. "Because she's my lover and she likes to feel my bony thighs digging into her legs." Ezra jokes
"He's lying, his thighs aren't bony, their actually pretty squishy." Hermione says, groping his thigh.
Ron looks horrified while Harry was laughing from besides him.
Ezra faux gasp. "Hermione Vicky Granger, are you calling me fat?!" Ezra gasps
"Vicky?" Hermione asks, curious and amused.
Ezra shrugs with a small laugh. "I don't know your middle name." Ezra says
"Wait wait! She didn't deny that your her lover!?" Ron ask "because he is." Hermione says in a playful tone, wrapping her arms around Ezra's waist, trying to look as sultry as possible. It was comical.
"Bu-but your with my brother?" Ron says, confused.
"Wow." Harry whispers, amazed at his friend's stupidity. He shakes his head with a small smile.
"It's a joke Ron." Hermione says amused. "Oh." Ron says
....
Walking off the train.
Ezra was pushing Hermione with his butt, making her laugh and kick in his knees. Ezra yelps, trying to catch at the air as he falls.
He lands on the floor harshly and he just lays there in a Star-fished position.
Harry chuckles, kicking at his cousins shin.
"Bloody hell Hermione." Ezra says
Hermione smirks, rolling her eyes. "Get up." Hermione demands
Ezra groans. "I'm not getting up, you bloody twat, just leave me." Ezra pouts
Hermione huffs, knowing exactly how stubborn he gets and decides to walk away.
Ezra peaks an eye open, only to yelp when his foot is grabbed, he was being dragged.
He lifts his head and he finds that it was Hagrid who was dragging him. He pouts and he crosses his arms, letting the half giant drag him.
People around them watch in amusement, some even laughing.
