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unravellingsilencehq · 2 years ago

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“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE CHALLENGER get what he deserves?” He is in THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX & OPEN to finding out.

— he walks through the world as ;

name → arthur weasley pronouns → he/him identification → cis male year of birth → september 1955 - september 1956 face claim → george mackay blood status → pure-blood sexual orientation → up to applicant occupation → researcher for the department of magical law enforcement at the ministry of magic future information → father of fred, george, ronald, and ginvera weasley

— he is best described as ;

The UNIQUE amongst the ordinary, built up with an abundance of LOVE and IMAGINATION. He is the FRIENDLY face you see actively listening, the CURIOSITY when met with the unknown, the voice of STRENGTH and SUPPORT when times seem dark. He is the FIGHTER for all things good. Under the CAREFUL PROTECTION of those he loves, he can see the LIGHT that peaks through the end of a long storm.

— his story starts with ;

Being a family of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, it would be expected that Arthur Weasley was born into the usual lap of luxury so many others were but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Even with Cedrella Weasley being from the prominent Black family, her marriage to Septimus brought nothing except her estrangement from the Noble and Ancient House of Black. Instead Arthur’s childhood was spent in a large country cottage located in Ottery St. Catchpole, passed down from generation to generation, fondly named The Burrow. A home that was as comfortable as it was quaint and Arthur wouldn’t have it any other way. He had many memories of dishes washing themselves, kettles singing songs when they were ready to be poured, running through various hallways with BILLIUS WEASLEY [brother] and ALFRED WEASLEY [brother]. Overall, Arthur and his brothers lived the sort of childhood Muggle children would read about in storybooks; surrounded by all sorts of magic but never given any expectations to how he was supposed to live. He could just enjoy the magic for what it was: magic.

The laughter and fun of the Burrow only grew when his cousins came around. With DAISY HOOKUM [cousin] so close in age, it was only natural that Arthur became close with her. Daisy understood him in many ways his other family members could not, she lived in her own fantasy world and Arthur was more than happy to go along with her on the adventure. Daisy’s adventures also tended to include her younger sibling IRIS HOOKUM [cousin], trailing along behind them as Arthur led them through the various fields surrounding his home. During one of these trips outside, the wizard had come to discover a mismatched cube of colors sitting amongst the dirt. Arthur had never known any other families in the area besides the few wizarding families just over the hill, so why such a contraption was just innocently sitting there was beyond him but he carried it with him everywhere. It juggled around in his pocket as he picked up his Hogwarts robes with Daisy, it was his comfort as he stood in line to be sorted at Hogwarts and it was only in the safety of Gryffindor’s common room that he even brought it into the light.

He had been rather surprised when a blonde haired witch sat down next to him and told him it was called a Rubik's Cube. LILIAS ROSMERTA [best friend] gathered it in her hands, fingers shifting the pieces quickly, and finally tossing it back to him with all the sides matching colors. She had been his first friend outside of his cousins and Arthur discovered quickly she was the person who would hold all the answers to his questions. Lilias was a loud and outgoing Muggle Born, having only heard of the wizarding world from her older sister until her Hogwarts letter arrived. It was through Lilias that Arthur became acquainted with KALEB JOHNSON [friend] and COINNEATH MCKINNON [friend]. They became a close knit group and watching Lilias and Kaleb be targeted for their blood, sparked Arthur’s interest in activism. Something that came in between him and his brothers quickly. He found himself getting in trouble for raising his wand towards those who chose to bully students that were believed lesser than them. While his brothers were making plans to join a respectable career path, Arthur was busy arguing with LUCIUS MALFOY [adversary] in the school hallways.

There was an obvious strain in the family as his brothers wrote to him to watch his tongue and hold back on the detentions. Though the strain lessened when Arthur began getting close to MIRAY WEASLEY [wife], back then Molly Polat, another member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. It was Molly’s love for her friends and family that drew Arthur in; she wore her heart on her sleeve and often found herself putting others' needs above her own. By the time graduation from Hogwarts came around, Arthur and Molly were in a serious relationship and he had accepted Billius’ help in acquiring a job as a researcher at the Ministry of Magic in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. There wasn’t much in the job that was exciting to him, that was until he discovered the overpiling of Muggle Artifacts in the Auror’s Office. Most of the artifacts had been tampered with by dark wizards and handed over to Muggles with the intent of harming them. It was a string of objects leading to Muggle fatalities all around London that brought KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT [friend/colleague] into his life along with the Order of the Phoenix.

Arthur had been working with Kingsley to reverse the curses on the objects when the man had approached the topic of the Order. Having heard of Arthur’s activism in school and seeing his spell casting abilities firsthand, Kingsley had thought Arthur would be a perfect member to the team. It came as a shock to him at first, but Arthur quickly agreed to join, anything to help combat the darkness that was slowly taking hold of the world. Shortly after joining up with the Order, Molly had come to him and announced she was pregnant. With Arthur’s eyes opened to what the world was going through and how that would affect their future family’s future, he brought up the idea of an elopement. Despite being surprised, Molly had accepted and they had been married before 1981 was over, welcoming their first child William ‘Bill’ shortly after. But their happiness only lasted so long, Molly’s parents were quick to disown her for marrying a blood traitor. Arthur stood beside her as any good husband should and did what he could to help her through the difficult time. Things did not get better in 1982, despite them discovering they would welcome their second child, Charlie, instead it seemed the chaos was just starting.

The night of the Summer Solstice ball seemed to haunt Arthur, watching Lilias faint in the middle of the party before being transported off to St. Mungo had left an unsettling feeling in his stomach. The feeling only intensified as ALASTOR MOODY [mentor] ordered him and ALICE YEN [friend/colleague] to return to the Fountain of Fair Fortune to protect the prophecy the Order had obtained. Once they stepped foot in the bar, it became known they were vastly outnumbered and unfortunately found themselves in St. Mungo’s as well, the prophecy long gone. While Arthur was happy to have made it out alive to be home with Molly, Bill, and Charlie, he was fearful as Alastor relayed the events that took place at the ball after he had left. Having welcomed their third child, Percy, in the beginning of 1984, Arthur had high hopes that the world would be stepping up to fight against the Dark Lord but it seemed people had gone into hiding for their own safety. He’s spent the last two years alternating his time at home with Molly and the boys and working with the Order to figure out why the Death Eaters have seemingly gone silent. Obviously they’re planning for something big and Arthur is ready to be on the front lines to fight for a better world for his family.

— he is a LEVEL 6 WIZARD & readied for war ;

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wisteria-lodge · 6 days ago

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Always imagined the Weasleys as in debt. Not Arthur’s fault, but his father’s, probably. Poverty can’t be an old thing about them, both Molly and Arthur have very “rich people” habits, and they are in fact still on the sacred 28 list, which I’m sorry, like it should mean something even if JKR retconned it later as some sort of unofficial thing.

So my headcanon is this: the Weasleys were your regular pure blood family, aristocrats essentially. Maybe not as rich as Malfoys or Potters, but still very well-to-do, and then lost it all very recently. That’s why we are presented with the world where there are supposed to be many many weasleys, but in fact there are only Arthur’s branch. His brother Billius was a raging alcoholic, too. The twins said he died from delirium from drinking basically.

So here goes: the sacred 28 form the wizard House of Lords, that’s why Arthur is able to push for some laws (and I think that given that the laws thing and the sacred 28/blood purity are explored in the same book, that’s probably what she intended), because he has the seat in the wizarding House of Lords. He and Lucius knew each other well and were friendly/grew up around each other before the Weasleys went bankrupt and Arthur chose to side with Dumbledore in the war. That’s why Lucius is going around talking to his son about Arthur, while sounding very bitter. Explains the strange money flow and all of the connections and favors, too.

What a fantastic theory. I absolutely love this. You can absolutely make the case that the Weasleys and/or Prewetts were aristocratic families who fell from grace *recently.*

Like we have:

~ Molly's squib second cousin the accountant who they "never talk about." Yeah I BET. It sounds like this cousin just left the wizard world completely. Are you even allowed to do that?

~ Uncle Bilius, Ron's namesake. The alcoholic who officially died after seeing a grim... but it's kinda vauge if grim even exist, so we're going to chalk that one up under "died under mysterious circumstances."

~ Aunt Muriel, who has money... but she's not helping out Molly and Arthur, even though she's "fond of Bill" so does she really? She's the one with the goblin-made moonstone tiara, which kinda sounds like (the last?) family heirloom.

~ Molly's brothers Fabian and Gideon who died unexpectedly young, and without heirs. Does this mean that the Prewett money went to another family/branch of the family? Was Molly out of the running because she technically wasn't a Prewett at the time, and the money follows the name? Also, she'd already had most of her large family before they died, so maybe she was counting on an income that dried up.

(do they have death duties / inheritance tax in the wizarding world? they MIGHT.)

Any one of the above relatives might have absolutely cost the family a LOT of money, and left Arthur and Molly playing catch-up.

#hp #watsonian analysis #the weasleys #hp worldbuilding #arthur weasley #molly weasley

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hollowed-theory-hall · 1 month ago

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what do you think is going on with the malfoy family tree? it kinda cracks me up how it’s basically just a trunk, like father and only child son all the way down and they *all* look very similar? it makes me wonder if one of their ancestors made a deal with like, an actual demon to functionally clone themselves forever…and a cursory google search tells me Lucious and Abraxas are demon-y names, although this naming scheme doesn’t quite fit for the entire trunk (i realize the answer is probably just jkr getting lazy/not wanting too many characters to account for but where’s the fun in that)

Hello 👋

I think what's going on with the Malfoy family tree is the same thing that's going on with the Potter family tree or the Weasley family tree — that is, JKR/whoever on Pottermore made them didn't bother writing any family tree in detail other than the Blacks (and even the Black family tree is flawed, but more on that later). It's not necessarily that JKR doesn't know what the tree actually looks like, she just never wrote it out where we can find it. This is the Malfoy family tree:

Looking at the tree, it has more Blacks on it than Malfoys. Hell, even among the Malfoys we are seeing, we're not only lacking the wives of all these Malfoys but potentially generations as well, since Armand Malfoy (unless the one on the tree is a second Armand, which is possible) is the name of the first Malfoy that arrived in England with the Normans in the 11th century. Just from looking at it, it's clear the tree is lacking and is not a full version of it.

And the Malfoy's aren't the only lacking family tree:

If we look at the "official" Potter family tree, not only are there many unnamed members and skipped generations, but we are missing some known members, such as, Charlus Potter, who married Dorea Black and is a cousin or brother of either Fleamont or Henry (we don't really know how old Charlus is and both are a possibility).

The "official" Weasley family tree is similarly lacking. Not only is Muriel on it as a Weasley although she is a Prewett, not a Weasley, and many Prewttes actually are present on this tree as if they are Weasleys. The familial relationships are clearly missing. We know Muriel is Molly's aunt and Ron's great-aunt ("Your Great-Aunt Muriel doesn’t agree" (DH)). We know Lancelot Prewett is Mureil's cousin ("For your information, Elphias, my cousin Lancelot was a Healer at St. Mungo’s at the time" (DH)). We know Uncle Billius is Arthur's brother. That both are sons of Septimus and Cederella and that they have more brothers (as implied at the wedding in DH). Similarly unmentioned is that Ignatius Prewett is married to Lucritia Black and that he is Molly's uncle. None of this information is on this tree even though it's canon in the books and written there clear as day.

Because of this, I just assume that the trees we have are clearly not the full versions. (I actually have my own version of various family trees that I made based on quotes and book evidence + the bit of info we have from Pottermore and the above trees + some headcanons that I usually work with). Also, I'm pretty sure these above trees weren't made by JKR at all. They were illustrated by Jessica Roux who was a Pottermore artist and I don't know how much JKR gave her to work with. So, I take the various "official" family trees with a hefty grain of salt and take book quotes as evidence over them.

This skeptical approach includes the Black family tree JKR made which I believe has mistakes in it. Not only with the ages of Cygnus and Pollux, but it's missing members such as Araminta ("and Araminta Meliflua . . . cousin of my mother’s . . . tried to force through a Ministry Bill to make Muggle-hunting legal" (OotP)) who should be on it (as Sirius points to her on the family tapestry in the books) but she's nowhere to be seen in JKR's tree.

That being said, I don't think the full version of the Malfoy family tree is much different in the current generation. Like, I think Lucius, Draco, and Narcissa are the only Malfoys around when the books take place. But I believe there were more Malfoys in prior generations and they inter-married other pure-blood families much like any other pure-blood family.

I sort of headcanon that both Narcissa and Andromeda (and perhaps Bellatrix) had certain problems with fertility. I mean, both Andromeda and Narcissa seem to me to be characters who would've wanted more children if they could have them. Both place their families in very high regard, especially their children, so it seems, somewhat off to me they don't have at least 2 children each, you know? It seems oddly out of character from what we see of them. Since it's both of them, and they are sisters, a genetic issue with getting pregnant (or carrying a pregnancy to term) seems like a plausible explanation to me.

(I kind of also think Bellatrix has the same issue and that she and Rodolphus tried to have kids and couldn't. Even if you want to go with some of CC canon and have her have Delphini, it actually makes a lot of sense. Like, if she slept with Voldemort thinking she couldn't get pregnant and then did. idk, I find this hypothetical more interesting for them)

#harry potter #hp #hp meta #asks #anonymous #hollowedtheory #harry potter meta #malfoy family #potter family #prewett family #black family #narcissa malfoy #bellatrix lestrange #andromeda tonks #hollowedheadcanon #hp headcanon

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littlekingstarss · 26 days ago

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discussing the prewett familys canon info and speculating off of it !! (and also a tangent about felix rosier and google being ridiculous)

people headcannon gideon and fabian to do pranks as well as the marauders… that was mentioned in atyd and i posted about the quote and i started rambling about them… came up with an idea i actually like and have been thinking about them nonstop.

so the prewetts consist of gideon and fabian (twins), and molly. HOWEVER the harry potter wiki itself says that billius prewett could be another sibling, or is a sibling in law. not sure, but something to keep in mind bc we can’t have another lost sibling.

(referring to felix rosier… ive looked this up before and google told me that YES, they are brothers. i have been living my life since thinking that YES they are brothers. i’ve even seen people saying YES they are on tiktok. but i googled it just now to make sure… and with what i’m reading right now it’s saying that felix rosier is evan rosiers son. and um?? if we’re continuing with the hc that evan was in regulus’ year…. that would have made evan be a father at age 8. so i’m saying that’s false and that they’re still just brothers.) (that was not at all necessary to this post but thought it was interesting and funny.)

anyway, i said yesterday that what if molly was involved with her brothers pranks… and maybe were even her idea, who knows? and with her living through both of their deaths, pranks remind her of them and she grows to resent said pranks. explains fred and george stuff in canon. and she maybe blames part of herself for their death because of it… “if i hadn’t been such a distraction to them, maybe they would’ve studied harder, could’ve been stronger and protected themselves” type of deal? explains more with fred and george. terrified history would repeat itself!! i think thats so interesting and i would love to just build upon any idea of them.

so the three of them are literally cousins to sirius and regulus through marriage. lucretia black (orions sister) married ignatius prewett (who is gid, fab, and mollys uncle) sirius could hate them just because they’re related and it could start an amazing prank war and friendship. like hello?? its right there.

and very interesting fact !! LUCRETIA WAS NOT DISOWNED FOR MARRYING HIM? even though alot of the prewetts would’ve been considered blood traitors (bc they are sacred 28) which is weird because the black family marries through status. which makes me thinkkk that maybe ignatius himself could have been REALLY powerful and therefore known as himself and not just a prewett or wtv so he was accepted in??? maybe he joined their side of the war and that helped… that could be so interesting…

molly named her son after him literally?? percy ignatius weasley. so assuming they were close at one point?? maybe he just meant a lot to her in life but after the wedding there was a falling out… she realizes how much he truly had changed. so we could say she names percy after him to commemorate the person he used to be?

and maybe molly resents lucretia for “changing” her uncle…. and therefore by extension has a distaste for sirius because that’s his aunt. it adds depth to her yelling at him in canon….

and the last name prewett is welsh in origin and i know not everyone enjoys the welsh remus headcannon… but a connection could be there!! imagine remus knowing them before school? i like to think they’re a tiny bit older than all the marauders, so imagine an older sibling dynamic? them all taking scrawny little loser nerd boy remus under their wings. and not at all a good influence, but we love them regardless. (and i say loser and nerd affectionately, i am one too ok… hes so me)

hope lupin would LOVE them. molly coming over to help hope bake. that’s an adorable thought.

and because of all of that !!! this is more wolfstar with the prewetts, but imagine a fic where welsh prewetts and welsh remus are friends and remus is at their house…

now imagine that walburga is just SO done with sirius that she sends him off to live with his aunt lucretia for a bit because she and ignatius don’t have kids of their own and they can handle it ig?? (never had kids in canon either btw)

and maybe sirius is acting out… doesn’t want to be there either obviously. he doesn’t like his aunt, and doesn’t like ignatius in relation.

and imagine ignatius still trying his best to still have some type of relationship with his niece and nephews despite the differences…

and so he goes to visit them and he takes sirius because 1 he isn’t trusted to be on his own right now because mr chaos and trouble follows me everywhere and 2 because maybe it’ll be good for him to spend a little time around people closer to his age. and he meets remus and they fall in love and blahblahblah kicking my feet and blushing !

going to try and make an actual headcannon post later, this is just stuff i found in canon that could link into the marauders so there’s a start yk? i would love love love to see them as super depth heavy characters

#fuck jkr #gideon prewett #fabian prewett #molly prewett #molly weasley #marauders

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coolbeans32 · 9 months ago

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Echoes of Destiny: The Serpent and the Phoenix

PAIRING: Tom Riddle x F!Reader(OC)

SYNOPSIS: Harry, Ron, and Hermione are unexpectedly drawn into a mysterious journey when they receive Albus Dumbledore's last will and testament. Minister Rufus Scrimgeour presents them with significant bequests, including a scrapbook holding the secrets of Dumbledore's past. Through poignant confessions, they learn of Dumbledore's secret marriage to Gellert Grindelwald and the tragic fate of their daughter. Delving into the scrapbook, they uncover a surprising connection between Dumbledore's daughter and Tom Riddle. Dumbledore's final message reveals that his daughter, Genevieve Ariana Dumbledore-Grindelwald, is alive, propelling the trio into a quest to find her and untangle the mysteries of Dumbledore's past. As they embark on this journey, they realize the profound interconnection of their destinies with those of their predecessors, emphasizing the enduring power of love and loss even in the darkest of times.

WARNINGS: This passage contains elements of death, grief, and loss. Specifically, it mentions the tragic death of Dumbledore's daughter, as well as themes of war and the impact of past actions on loved ones.

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Chapter One

The Scrapbook

“To what do we owe the pleasure Minister?” Harry asks.

“I think we both know the answer to that question, Mr. Potter.” His voice is deep and sure as he speaks. Rufus Scrimgeour leads them to the living room and Harry, Hermione, and Ron sit down in front of him as he lays down a cloth wrap.

“And this is?...”Harry states with a confused look on his face. The Minister then pulls out a piece of paper before making it float in front of him so he can read it.

"Herein is said forth the last will and testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. First, to Ronald Billius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator. A device of my own making. In hope when things seem most dark it will show you the light."

"Dumbledore left this for me?" Ron says taking the small black item out of its cover.

"Yes," the Minister says. Ron looks at it in wonder.

"Really. What is it?" He asks and clicks it open. It takes the lights and when clicked back open it puts them back. "Super."

"To Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of Tales of Beedle the Bard in the hope that she finds it entertaining and instructive," He says handing her a book. She looks at it confused.

"Mom used to tell me those. The wizard and the hopping pot, Babbity Rabbity and the Cackling Stump Come on. Babbity Rabbity... No?" Ron says as we all look at him confused.

"To Harry James Potter, I leave the snitch he caught in his first match at Hogwarts. As a reminder of rewards of perseverance and skill," He says and holds out the golden snitch. Harry looks a bit defeated as does the Minister.

"Is that it then?" Harry asks and the Minister shakes his head.

"Not quite. Dumbledore left you a second bequest: The sword of Godric Gryffindor. Unfortunately the sword of Gryffindor was not Dumbledore's to give away. As an important historical artifact it belongs.." He says.

"...to Harry. It belongs to Harry. It came to him when he most needed it in the Chamber of Secrets," Hermione cuts him up. The minister shakes his head.

"The sword may present itself to any worthy Gryffindor, Miss Granger but that does not make it that wizard's property," He says. "Unfortunately the current whereabouts of the sword are unknown."

"Excuse me?" Harry says. We both look at each other and he looks worried.

"The Sword is Missing. I don't know what you are up to, Mr. Potter but you can't fight this war on your own. He is too strong," The Minister says. Harry, Hermione, and Ron give each other a glance as the Minister stands up.

“One last thing is left. To Harry James Potter, Hermione Jean Granger and Ronald Billius Weasley, I leave this scrapbook, an artifact very dear to my heart, in hopes to give you an insight of not only my life but to help you with your next steps necessary towards victory.” Hermione moves forward to grab the elegant scrapbook, looking more like an album, with its intricate black cover and dark emerald green ribbon on the front. The three of them looked really confused. With that, the Minister left, not before saying,

“Best of luck Mr. Potter, you will need it.”

The trio, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, sit in a circle around the living room, still puzzled by the words of Dumbledore, the Minister, and the scrapbook they had received. Hermione carefully inspects the runes on the cover, her brow furrowed in concentration. She noticed that as she tried to open the book, there was a presence of magic around it. With a flick of her wand and a whispered incantation that effortlessly flowed from her mind, the invisible lock clicks open the book. The three all glance at each other with curiosity. They eagerly flip through the pages, revealing the surprising images within.

Harry peers over Hermione's shoulder, “What do you see, Hermione?”

Hermione gasps softly, “ It's... it's a baby. But... wait, something's changing.”

Ron interrupts, “Changing? What do you mean by changing?”Hermione turns the page, and they watch as the baby's features morph into those of a young girl. “She's... she's growing older right before our eyes.”

Ron exclaims, “That's... that's incredible!”

They continue to flip through the pages, each image revealing a different moment in time. Suddenly, they come across a picture of a much younger Albus Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling with mischief.Harry says, “That’s Dumbledore…”

Hermione turns the page again, and they see a young Gellert Grindelwald standing beside Dumbledore, their faces alight with excitement, and happiness. “It's them... when they were friends…no, wait…Do you think they were more than just friends?”

Ron replies with furrowed eyebrows, “There’s no bloody way that they could’ve been together Mione. It’s a bit hard to believe, I mean, Grindelwald was an evil wizard.” The trio falls silent as they continue to explore the scrapbook, each lost in their own thoughts, revealing images of the girl with both Albus and Gellert. Then, Hermione gasps once more, her eyes widening in surprise, as she changes the page once more.

“Look at this!” Hermione exclaims to Harry and Ron. Harry and Ron lean in to see what has caught Hermione's attention. They see the teenage girl, dressed in Slytherin robes, dancing with a young Tom Riddle.

Harry says flabbergasted and angrily, “Tom Riddle? What's he doing here?”

Hermione replies, also in an extremely surprised state, still trying to process what was in front of her, “I'm not sure, but... it looks like they're... dancing?

Ron says, “Well…quite the surprise there huh?”

Harry replies coldly, “Yeah, to say the least.” They exchange puzzled glances before turning their attention back to the scrapbook, eager to uncover more secrets hidden within its pages.

Hermione turned a couple of more pages, each with more images of the lovely young couple, until writing appeared over the next blank page. The words that appeared in front of the trio were of Dumbledore. The three read his note:

I see you have received the scrapbook I left for you. The contents of this book have much you need to know about my past, my secrets, the loves and losses that shaped my life. I was not always the wise old wizard you see before you. There was a time when I was young, foolish, and in love. I was in love with Gellert Grindelwald. He was many things. He was also brilliant, charismatic, and enchanting. We shared a bond that transcended mere friendship. We even married in secret, during a time of great turmoil. But our love was not to last. We had a child conceived by a surrogate, and bore a daughter. She was our greatest joy and our deepest sorrow. She bore the weight of our mistakes and our regrets. She was a Slytherin. She was brilliant, ambitious, and fiercely loyal. But she was also troubled, haunted by the shadows of our past. It wasn’t until she fell in love with Tom Riddle, the boy who would become Voldemort, that she found her way to regain a part of her that was lost because of me and Gellert. Their romance was nothing that I would have anticipated. I couldn’t bear to see her with a boy as troubled as her, but they prevailed. I thought he would corrupt her. She died on May 13, 1943. A casualty of a war she never chose to fight. A victim of a destiny she could not escape. A casualty by my own hand. I have learned that love is both a gift and a burden. It has the power to lift us up to the highest heights and drag us down to the darkest depths. But in the end, it is what defines us, what binds us together, even in death.

Silence descends upon the room, broken only by the soft rustle of pages as the trio processes Dumbledore's revelations, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione to grapple with the weight of his confessions.

Ron spoke first, trying to relieve the tension, “Well, uhm…who would’ve thought that Dumbledore’s daughter would be the one to make Riddle’s heart go soft?”

Hermione whacked his arm with a paper repeatedly and yelled, “Oh Ronald Weasley! This is not the time for your stupid jokes, this is serious.”

Ron replied, trying to dodge her blows, “Bloody hell woman, that hurts!”

Harry pondered on his thoughts as Hermione and Ron were arguing. There was no way that Tom Riddle could ever love someone, there was just no way. It was truly hard for Harry to believe that the Tom Riddle-Lord Voldemort-himself was ever in love, or had a heart. Harry spoke up and exclaimed exasperatedly, “I still don’t get it. How is any of this supposed to help us? I mean even if Riddle loved Dumbledore’s daughter, she’s dead. This was just a waste.”

Just as Harry had finished his sentence, the note disappeared, and more writing came up. Hermione moved towards the book and read the writing out loud:

My daughter, while she supposedly died…I have to mention that nothing is as true as it seems. I had to protect her, or so I thought. My actions, while they may seem extreme, were important to me years ago. Now that I realize that I may have been wrong…In fact…I had taken all necessary precautions…She is…alive. The images within this scrapbook are all clues that will help you find her. They all have meaning and are small parts to the larger puzzle. I had to make sure that this scrapbook was in the right hands. Best of luck Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Ms. Granger…I will leave you with your first direct clue…her name is…Genevieve Ariana Dumbledore-Grindelwald.

Tom Riddle Masterlist

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looneyleyle · 3 months ago

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quidditch and dragons and hot younger brothers ~ c. weasley

synopsis: maeve has been close with the weasleys for years, but after 5 years away, she can't get over how much they've all grown. especially the charred dragon tamer. or, in which her best friend's younger brother may be the one for her!

warnings: small mentions of anxious tendencies (skin picking), unedited as always

word counter: 7156 words

**image is NOT mine!!

third person pov

"now boys, your father has a very exciting announcement to make!" molly weasley cheered, focused in on her three youngest boys. the rest of her children all sat at the back of the table in front of her. the eldest sons, along with ginny, all sat there, smiles on their faces, some with jittery legs bouncing up and down at the coming announcement. arthur, who was beside molly, stepped forward, smile brewing on his lips.

"we will be going to this year's quidditch world cup!"

the boys exploded in cheers, the quaint home filled with whoops and hollers and yells of all sorts. ginny was practically bouncing out of her seat, happy that she didn't ruin the secret for her brothers. bill and charlie sat in the back, arms folded across their chests, happy to be back home and to see their family this happy. it had been a while for the two of them, with bill off in egypt and charlie in romania. my, how their siblings had grown, with even starry-eyed little ginny already going into her third year at hogwarts. and now, the two of them were there to spend the next few weeks with them, no work, no curses, no dragons, just a relaxing time with their family.

as the younger ones made their way upstairs for bed, still jumping around from excitement over the world cup, bill went to help his mum with the dishes, while charlie went over to arthur to help with some trinkets in the shed.

"y'know," he started, stacking the dirty plates together, "maeve owled that she's going to the world cup as well." molly gasped, throwing the towel in her hand down at the ground.

"and you haven't invited the girl over yet?! you must owl her straight away, and i expect her here by nightfall overmorrow. do you understand billius?" bill couldn't help but laugh, with the slightest twinge of fear, at his mother's tone.

he wrote to her straight away, and sure enough, maeve was there in their fireplace first thing the morning the day after receiving bill's owl, easily making it before the matron weasley's deadline. she was a bit disoriented, but the smile on her face wouldn't falter as she looked around the home she spent most holidays at during her time at hogwarts. it was all the same, the colorful furniture, the ever present sound of someone scurrying about, and the lovely clock, with all nine arrows pointed to the upper-left corner: 'HOME'. the smell of whatever dish molly had cooked up for breakfast wafted through the air, and maeve felt all the tension leave her. it was good to be back. a wobbled sound of footsteps rustled over to the entrance to the living room, and a pudgy mrs. weasley entered maeve's line of vision.

"oh maeve, darling, i'm so glad you're here!" she exclaimed, running towards her. maeve dropped her bags and returned the bear hug she found herself in.

"i came as soon as i got bill's owl. it's been too long." she returned, pulling away from the woman's grip. a couple more pairs of footsteps scurried on into the living room, each bug-eyed as their sights landed on the girl- the woman in front of them.

"maevey, is that you?" ginny exclaimed, already running over. maeve laughed, engulfing the younger girl into a hug, twirling her through the air like she did when ginny was just a tot.

"it's been so long! look at how grown you've gotten! i remember when you were all but this tall and i would be braiding your hair while your brothers were whacking garden gnomes! you've grown quite nicely." maeve exclaimed. the girl blushed, being set back down on the ground and pulling away from the older girl and going back to her breakfast. next up was ron- who was promptly cut off by fred, who pulled himself and george right up in front of maeve before ron had the chance.

"maeve!"

"it's been quite a while!"

"try this!"

"our treat!"

the two kept toppling over each other's words, leaving maeve's head spinning, laughing at the ever-present chaos the twins brought around with them.

"alright you knuckleheads, leave her alone." a voice called out from behind. bill was there, at the back of the room, an amused smile playing at his lips as he watched his younger brothers try to trick his best friend into eating their latest disaster candy. the two backed off, quipping comments at their brother. maeve's face lit up as she ran over to her best friend.

"bill, it's great to see you again!" she greeted, bringing the boy into a hug.

"it's been a while. hard to visit you when you're traveling all over."

"when i stopped in cairo on my way to ref the patonga proudsticks game, you were the one that was to busy to say hey." she argued, huffing dramatically, a teasing lilt to her voice.

"oh bugger off." he laughed, the two of them splitting apart. ron started bouncing up and down besides them at the mere mention of quidditch.

"blimey, you reffed a proudsticks match?!" he buzzed, adoration scribbled across his face. maeve smirked, coming closer to the boy.

"i reffed last year's catapults-cannons game, the one where galvin gudgeon debuted and caught the snitch within five minutes, a cannon's team record." maeve boasted, remembering ron's unwavering loyalty to the cannons. ron seemed as if he could burst, his face all bright red and cheeks puffed.

"bill, you didn't tell me your friend was this cool! a bloody quidditch ref, how d'you reckon i could land a job like that?" he gushed. maeve's smile didn't leave her face for a second; the boy's enthusiasm was infectious.

"you have to have good luck and actually be good at quidditch, unlike yourself. plus, not the most stable of jobs, better off doing something in the ministry." a snotty voice piped up, entering the room

"aww, percy, you haven't changed a bit. get over here!" maeve called, arms wide open. the boy rolled his eyes, but reluctantly walked over to the girl. she slammed him into a hug, ruffling up his perfectly styled hair.

"always cheesed off, aren't ya." she teased. percy promptly pulled away, smoothing out his clothes and straightening his back.

"i'll have you know, i am currently working at the department of international magical co-operation, under the lead of bartimous crouch." he bragged. maeve and bill shared a knowing look, having always commented on percy feeling the need to show off his accomplishments at any opportunity he got.

a final pair of footsteps clomped into the living room, and there stood charlie weasley, the last of the weasley children up that morning. his eyes were still glazed with sleep, but at the sight of maeve in the living room, he straightened up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes to make sure he was seeing this right.

and sure enough, it was indeed maeve walsh, standing in front of him after all these years, surrounded by his various siblings.

"well well well, look at you charles, all grown up." she said, smile growing impossibly wider. he couldn't fight the smile that grew on his face even if he wanted to as she came up to him, bringing him into her umpteenth hug of the day. he was still a bit out of it from sleep and slight shock, seeing the girl he had the biggest crush on as a schoolboy now five years later. she had grown a lot since he last saw her, much more mature, an air of confidence surrounding her.

she pulled him out to about an arm's length away, keeping her hands on his shoulders as she gave him a once over.

"look at this. scars, big burn on the arm, hair short, have you gotten more freckles? you sure have changed a lot haven't you? must be all that time wrangling dragons off in romania and whatnot." she laughed, giving him a cheeky wink. charlie tried to fight it, he was positively sure he had gotten over his childhood crush on his brother's best friend, but he couldn't help but turn red at her piercing gaze. if it had been but a few years prior, he would have absolutely melted on the spot.

"oh boys, leave the poor girl alone, let her at least leave the living room! you must be starving dearie, come on over, i have some sausages ready just for you." with that, the weasley children scrambled out of maeve's way, letting the girl finally enter the rest of the weasley home.

when she made her way to the kitchen, she saw arthur weasley there, finishing up the morning's edition of the daily prophet.

"well i'll be. if it isn't miss maeve walsh. it's been quite a bit since i've last seen you here!" he exclaimed, coming over from his seat to shake her hand.

"always a pleasure arthur. couldn't pass up an opportunity to spend more time back here."

"i'm afraid i must be leaving for work, but i do hope we can catch up over stew tonight. last i heard you're working as a quidditch referee? how exciting." he conversed, grabbing his suitcase and making his way to the fireplace. before maeve could reply, he was off.

as molly served up a generous plate of food ("my dear, are they starving you off at work? here, an extra helping of toast and eggs should do the trick!"), maeve just enjoyed watching the weasley children going about their day. it was as if she never left.

"it's so crazy seeing all of the weasleys in one place after all this time" she remarked to molly, accepting the plate from the woman. molly beamed as she looked out at all of the children scattered about the living room and kitchen.

"it sure is. couldn't ask for anything more," she started, a far-off look in her eyes, before zeroing her gaze back on the girl. "and now you're back as well! and ron's friends will be arriving in the following days, my, we'll see if the house can handle this many youngins running about." she fussed. "but make yourself at home dear. it really is great to have you back. now eat up!"

and with that, maeve began to dig in, with weasleys seemingly forming lines to talk to her. ginny pushed her way in front of her brothers, gushing about how she'd finally have another girl there besides hermione. being stuck with at least four boys all summer got quite boring to her, wanting to do more 'girly' things. fred and george tried yet again to sneak her some 'treats', but were stopped by molly, who came in hot, swatting at them with the towel she was using to dry off the dishes. ron came up just as maeve finished up her meal, chatting her ear off about all things quidditch, asking about the matches she's reffed, games she's watched, and general quidditch news. even percy chimed in with a few comments, mostly about some recent international wizarding decree violations by some members of the heidelberg harriers.

"boys!" molly's shrill voice yelled, bringing all of the weasley boys into the kitchen as maeve finished cleaning up her breakfast plate. "help maeve bring her stuff upstairs, would you? you'll be staying with bill and charlie in their room."

"just like old times." bill quipped, already going to pick up maeve's bags before he bumped into charlie, who was coincidentally also going to pick up her bags. bill gave his brother a quizzical look before it morphed into a knowing smirk, and charlie simply huffed before stepping back, allowing bill to help the girl out. the attention was quickly diverted off of them by a short and loud "eep!" coming from the woman of the hour. fred and george had hoisted her up onto their shoulders, careful to hunch down a bit so she wouldn't hit her head on the ceiling.

"we'll help you up there."

"too long of a journey to make on your own two feet."

"oh, boys, put her down! that's no way to treat a lady!" molly yelled.

"on the contrary mum, this is exactly how a lady should be treated!" george countered.

"swept off of her feet and carried up to her room by two true gentlemen!" fred exclaimed. maeve could only laugh, jokingly swatting at the boys until they gently let her back down onto her own feet. bill rolled his eyes but laughed regardless, beginning the familiar trek up to his shared room. as always, bill and her argued over the sleeping arrangements, with bill insisting that he sleep on the mattress on the floor and have her sleep on the bed. and like always, maeve forced him to compromise, with the two of them rotating between the bed and the floor mattress. and, again, just like olden times, just as they would settle the whole thing, charlie would come up and throw his name into the hat, saying how he couldn't let them take the floor while he had the bed the whole time. so, the three would all take turns sleeping on the, admittedly quite uncomfortable, floor mattress throughout the following week leading up to the world cup.

maeve's time back at the burrow couldn't be more nostalgic. even with everyone all grown up, they were the same crazy family as they always were. there was always some sort of noise echoing throughout the burrow, but it was never loud or obnoxious -or at least, usually not, so long as fred and george weren't involved. it was packed and people would always find themselves bumping into one another, especially with the addition of harry and hermione in the following days after maeve's arrival. it was just one big, loving family, and maeve wouldn't want to spend her summer days in any other way.

each day mirrored those summer days from way back when, from wizard's chess with ron to whacking gnomes with the twins to the whole-family quidditch matches. maeve felt like a young girl again, running around with the weasley children, all responsibilities temporarily forgotten. it was all the same.

except, of course, the ever present fact that everyone was, indeed, five years older. ginny was no longer a little girl who maeve would read bedtime stories to. now, ginny was asking for boy and hair and makeup advice. ron seemed to have his foot in his mouth a lot more now, especially around his friend hermione, something maeve didn't think was possible considering his unfiltered nature as a kid. fred and george were ever the pranksters, but they were undoubtedly smarter, more cunning, than before, having successfully slipped a couple mostly-harmless trick treats into her. percy was still stuck up, but with an even bigger ego than before, now that he had his impressive ministry job. bill, in maeve's eyes, stayed more or less the same, as she had kept up with him for the past five years.

but charlie, charlie seemed to be the one whose change messed with maeve the most. he was vastly more mature and composed than he ever was during her time knowing him. of course, maeve had known about his schoolboy crush on her, in fact, she knew about all the little crushes the younger weasley boys had on her. she was their older brother's best friend, the only consistent older girl in their lives, it was only natural that they all sought her attention to some varying degree. with charlie though, it was always obvious; tripping over words, always running to help her out, bragging about any and all accomplishments a little louder than he normally would if she was in the next room, et cetera. maeve, of course, never did anything about it, as he was just her best friend's little brother. it just wasn't something that ever crossed her mind; he was her best friend's younger brother and that was that, nothing more, nothing less.

now, though, charlie was more collected. he easily maintained a witty banter with her without stumbling to get words out. he no longer raised his voice to brag about himself, keeping a healthy dose of ego without listing off achievements like a resume. he was also less rigid around her, no longer standing stiffly the second she passed by, he was able to relax, to laugh with her. and most importantly, he didn't follow her around like a lost puppy. he was able to enjoy his family's presence without obsessing over where maeve was or if she could hear him.

and because of all of this, maeve found herself wanting to spend some more time with charlie, getting to know this new adult version of him better. admittedly, she found herself laughing a bit harder at his quippy jokes, and, not that she'd ever say it out loud, but wouldn't feel the need to look away right away when he came back into the house from helping arthur out in the shed, a thin layer of sweat covering his muscled arms, shown off by the simple tank he strutted around in.

the two spent a lot more time together than they ever had in the past, usually in the company of bill, of course.

late nights, they would find themselves alone in the living room, everyone else already tucked in and snoozing or in their rooms, chatting up a storm. it would just be maeve, charlie, and bill, with bill quickly falling asleep on the couch next to them ("what an old bogey" charlie would quip, his cheeks always being ever-so-slightly twinged pink, because let's face it, even if he was "over his schoolboy crush on her", maeve was a pretty, intelligent girl sitting there, now alone with him without his brother's teasing stare on him). one night, they were so immersed in their conversation that molly stumbled upon them, the sun peaking over the horizon, not a wink of sleep gotten.

the morning of the quidditch world cup, the adults, adult children, and hermione were the first ones up, scurrying around to pack their bags and get ready for the trip there. molly was preparing tea, scones, and some fruit for everyone as arthur made sure he had everything in order, from the portkey time to the tickets to the lot their tent was set up in.

"up up up, out the door, out the door in five minutes, all of you! you're going to be late!" molly rushed, motioning for them all to leave. hermione started up the stairs, already ready to rip the boys out of bed. percy followed behind her, jumping at the opportunity to yell at his troublesome younger brothers. maeve volunteered to go up to wake up charlie, pointedly ignoring the raise of bill's brow at her already bounding up the stairs.

when she got up there, she knocked somewhat quietly on the door. no response. she turned the knob lightly, opening it ever so slightly. charlie laid there, splayed out on his bed, snoring.

"charlie." she called out quietly. he looked so peaceful, sprawled out here, woven with the sheets. she just stood there for a beat, taking a moment to appreciate him.

"charlie, wake up" she said a bit louder, peeking her head a bit further in the room. finally, he woke up with a start, sitting up abruptly to look at whoever was at the door. his blanket quickly fell, showing off his skimpy sleep tank (which accentuated his arms quite nicely, a thought that maeve made sure to zip up).

"mhm, i'll be out in a sec." he replied before immediately flopping back down onto the bed, eyes closing again.

"charles septimus weasley, you'd better be out of bed in the next minute, or else you'll send your mother into a fit about us being late for the world cup." it was as if the mention of quidditch brought him back to life, jolting up and saluting the woman in his doorway, getting up and out of his bed.

"aye aye captain."

after surely much more than five minutes, the rest of the weasleys and company were out of bed, with ron and harry apparently giving hermione much more trouble than a sleepy charlie did maeve, and gathered outside of the burrow, ready to start the trek.

percy led the group with arthur, droning on and on about some ministry assignment. harry and ron held up the rear, sleepily dragging their feet through the grass, wishing they could be back in the comfort of ron's room, blankets wrapped tightly around them. a yawn could be heard from ron, leading hermione to shoot him a look from ahead mid-conversation with ginny. in front of the two girls were bill, maeve, and charlie clumped together, talking about the old days back at hogwarts and all that, as well as finally catching maeve up with everything they've been up to since. the three hadn't had the time during maeve's first few days back, as they had been chock-full of different activities. she had already known about most of the stuff with bill, for even though they had not seen each other much, the two would frequently owl. charlie, however, she knew virtually nothing about his time in the past couple of years. he told her all about these crazy dragon taming stories, but what caught maeve's sleepy attention was the care with which he would talk about these creatures. from nursing them back to health to sharing monumental moments in their lives with, he talked about these dragons with nothing but love and respect. he was always a fiercely passionate boy, realizing his love of magical creatures early on, but now? he was a fiercely passionate man, something she kept on reminding herself of with each look at his sculpted, scarred arms or built frame.

after what felt like forever, they finally reached the portkey, the trio not even noticing the addition of amos diggory and his son, too entrenched in their own conversation. everyone crowded the manky old boot, fred pushing bill out of the way to be next to maeve, giving her a quick wink. she rolled her eyes and leaned down, looking to her other side to see charlie thoroughly unamused by his brother's antics. they all grabbed on, and when it came time to let go, maeve had a wobbly descent, leading charlie to wrap a firm arm around her to stabilize her. maeve gave charlie an appreciative nod after they landed, charlie teasing her about her inability to use a portkey.

at the cup, ginny, hermione, and maeve split off from the rest of the group, going to their slightly smaller tent while the boys piled into the tent lent to arthur from perkins.

night quickly fell upon the field of partying wizards, everyone moving in droves to see what was sure to be a phenomenal game. the twins, who had an awfully suspicious looking conversation with none other than ludo bagman, were bursting with excitement, which seemed to be flowing through everyone there.

the arena hummed with energy from the get-go. the weasleys couldn't wait to watch, being the first major quidditch match that many of them had ever attended. after the uncomfortable encounter with the malfoys, they climbed and climbed ("blimey dad, how much higher?") until they reached the top. maeve was, of course, draped in green garments in support of her home team, ireland. bill was in similar robes, while charlie donned red and black, as most of the other dragon tamers back in romania pushed him to root for bulgaria.

maeve's face lit up as krum caught the snitch, the math in her head aligning with the realization of every irish supporter in the arena: 170-160, the score in favor of the green white and orange.

maeve gloated on and on about the win, beaming from ear to ear. charlie couldn't help but admire her, his love for quidditch was almost as big as his love for dragons, and seeing her passion rival his stirred something within him, something he had been fighting with himself over, the fact that she would be leaving only a day after weighing heavily on his chest.

"and youuu thought the bulgarians had a chance? ha! an absolute blowout of a game prior to krum's folly, and we weren't even the ones to catch the snitch! he's a right talented seeker, i'll give you that, but merlin is he a daft one!" she laughed, rubbing the win in charlie's face. bill was exhausted and retired to his bunk as soon as the group arrived at the tent, while charlie offered to walk maeve back the short distance to the girls' tent. hermione and ginny went to celebrate with the others in the main tent, leaving charlie and maeve to their own devices.

"yeah yeah, you win. but, if quigley hadn't whacked dimitrov with that bludger, which was of questionable legality, mind you, they would have at least had a shot."

"a perfectly legal hit from where i'm sitting, and i am the resident quidditch ref here." she gloated, hoisting herself up onto the small table behind her. charlie walked up, almost in between her legs, the firewhiskey the trio had shared earlier pumping charlie full of confidence, not backing down.

"oh yeah, because from where i'm sitting, i would say dimitrov only got hit by quigley's bludger because of moran attempting to blatch him. if dimitrov didn't think he was going to collide with moran, then he wouldn't have been sent straight into the bludger's path, and i think any good quidditch ref would be able to see that."

"questioning my integrity now are ya charlie?" maeve teased, scooting a bit further on the edge of the table, trying to get up in charlie's face. but, maeve scooted just a tad too far, sending the table tipping and maeve falling straight into charlie, who was able to catch her, but not fast enough to prevent them from toppling over onto the floor.

the moment was charged, uncharted territory for the two of them, so close together, truly alone for the first time practically ever, save from a few silent mornings eating breakfast years and years ago. charlie diffused the tension with a laugh, not trying to fall back into his schoolboyish ways with her. she returned with a hearty chuckle, getting off of him and pulling him up, a slight pink dust upon her cheeks. the two of them stood there for a second before yells were heard from outside, the tent flaps opening wildly.

"we have to go, now." arthur ordered, not even acknowledging how close the two had been, nor why the two of them were in the tent alone. the two looked at each other in shock and concern before maeve started pulling the two out of the tent. ginny, ron, harry, hermione, and the twins were nowhere to be seen, while bill and percy stood alongside their father, awaiting orders. noticing the concern on both of their faces at the missing parties, arthur spoke up.

"they're hiding. we have to help." was all he could rush out before a large blast of fire landed a couple tents down from them. charlie and maeve looked around to see people fleeing in all directions, and groups of masked wizards going around, chanting, destroying anything in their path, and tortuing innocent people. maeve's wand appeared in her hand in a flash, ready to fend them off.

the five of them ran about, ushering people into hiding while fighting off any death eaters that came into their path. charlie went off to help an elderly wizard couple get into the woods safely, causing him to be separated from the rest.

when the dark mark appeared, a chill ran up and down maeve's spine, and she became acutely aware of charlie's absence.

"why isn't charlie back yet." she growled through gritted teeth, but her words failed to cover up the worry in her tone. bill noticed, but had nothing to say to help ease her worries -he was equally, if not more so, worried about charlie's location as she was.

after what felt like hours, the weasleys and friends were reunited, and arthur was quick to send the children home with the adult weasleys minus percy, who would stay behind with arthur to help the ministry clean up and assess damages. bill and maeve ushered the group to the emergency portkeys that had been brought in by the ministry.

upon arriving home, molly bombarded them, hugging each of her children, making sure they were alright. she was worried when she didn't see arthur or percy, but her worries were eased when charlie explained that they had stayed back to help. after molly sent everyone up to bed, the kids had so many questions, and so they followed the adults up to their room. harry, ron, and hermione all sat on the floor mattress, fred and george leaded up against the far wall, and ginny sidled up next to maeve on charlie's bed, still a bit spooked.

"death eaters? what are death eaters?" harry asked, feeling a bit silly that everyone else knew what they were.

"it's what you-know-who's supporters called themselves. i think we saw what's left of them tonight." bill explained.

"but what were they doing there?" ginny continued. bill shrugged.

"your guess is as good as ours. death eaters haven't been active for years now, most of them either in azkaban or too afraid to end up there to show their faces." maeve said, twiddling her thumbs. she tried to seem neutral in front of the younger ones, but on the inside, there was a twinge of paranoia within her. the last time the dark mark had appeared was during the war, and maeve didn't want to think about the implications that had on what was to come.

"what we do know is that the ministry has this covered. the death eaters are gone, a fair amount of them captured tonight. it'd probably be best if we all got some shuteye." charlie suggested, getting up to escort the younger ones to their rooms. charlie went upstairs with the twins, ron, and his friends, while bill went with ginny across the stairway, knowing she was more than rattled and that she would probably need someone with her tonight.

"you take the bed tonight. i'm gonna stay with ginny, help her get some peace of mind. g'night." bill told her, pulling her into a quick side hug before following his sister out and to her room.

aloen in the room with her thoughts, maeve couldn't find it in her to move to get off to bed. she sat there on charlie's bed, unmoving, staring out the dark window into the abyss.

a bit later, charlie came back into the room, finding maeve in the exact same spot as earlier. his brow furrowed, and he sat up next to her.

"hey, maeve, what's wrong?" he asked, trying to get a good look at her face. she wouldn't look at him, only looking between the window and her hands, with her fingers picking at the skin around her nail.

"i guess i'm a bit more worried than i realized." she mumbled. charlie placed one of his big hands over hers, stopping her hands from continuing.

"i'm not going to lie to you and tell you that everything is okay, but i can tell you that you're okay. you're safe here, and i know that for a fact." he told her, hoping he was being comforting. he wasn't really used to this, spending more time recently comforting dragons rather than humans. she smiled lightly at his words before nodding, getting up to change into her pyjamas.

when she got back into the room, charlie was already changed, sitting upright on the edge of his bed. he looked at her, waiting for her to say something, his concerned, analytical gaze resting on her frame. when she made no move to say anything or move, he got up.

"are you sure you're okay?" he asked, moving a bit closer to her. she felt silly, the request that popped up into her mind. she nodded, but she was like an open book to charlie, he could tell something was still wrong.

"c'mon darling, you can tell me anything."

"would it-" she started, her hands coming back up to each other again.. charlie watched her hands like a hawk, so she simply clasped them together. "would it be alright if we pushed the beds together? i know it's silly, but-" before she could finish, he was already on it, pushing bill's bed up to his, grabbing a blanket from the floor mattress and wrapping it around her shoulders. this was what he did best, not the talking, but the showing of his care. words weren't his forte, but actions sure as hell were.

and so she hopped into bill's bed, and after turning off the lights, charlie hopped into his, but the two of them met in the middle, only a wee bit of space in between the two. charlie reached an arm out around maeve, watching her face as he did so.

"is this okay?" he whispered. as a response, maeve pulled herself close to him, slotting herself just millimeters away from his body, nodding so he could feel the movements on his chest. he started to rub slow and soft circles into her back, and before he knew it, the two of them were out.

the two woke up to maeve's head buried in charlie's chest, charlie's hand rubbing languid strokes against her shoulder. feeling maeve shifting around in his arms, charlie slowly opened his eyes, being met with hers already staring up at him.

"hey." he whispered, his brain already waking up and becoming acutely aware of his arms still wrapped around her. Before he could overthink anything, to worry that she was uncomfortable, she buried her face back into his chest, mumbling a quiet "hi" in return.

"how are you feeling?" he asked softly. she simply mumbled into him, not having the energy to process the fears she had from the night before. before charlie could ask any more questions, he was interrupted by a sleepy bill coming into the room. he stared long and hard at the sight in front of him; his bed pushed up against charlie's, no maeve to be- oh, no, maeve was there, buried impossibly far into charlie, surely not wanting to look at her best friend as she was caught wrapped up with his younger brother. deciding it was too early to tease, he simply grabbed some clothes and went to the bathroom, deciding to process it all later.

neither bill nor charlie nor maeve commented on whatever had been seen that morning as they all sat down with the rest of the weasleys for lunch. arthur and percy had stayed late at the cup last night and were already at the ministry bright and early to deal with the death eaters and the media and all other loose ends that they weren't able to deal with the night prior.

the weasley children were properly spooked from the cup, leading to maeve staying another night, just to help raise the spirits. she spent the day helping distract the younger ones from what had gone down, playing far too many games of wizard's chess for her liking.

when night fell, maeve found herself standing next to molly, folding up some laundry to keep herself busy. molly wouldn't stop looking over at maeve with admiration, and only after she finished folding her pile did she speak up.

"y'know maeve, i always tried to push bill in the right direction if you know what i mean. would love to have you as one of us, officially of course. you know you're always welcome here." maeve of course laughed, thinking back to all the times bill ranted about his mum trying to push the two of them together. after thinking back on the past few days and the... new interactions maeve had been having with a certain weasley, she let out a casually sly comment.

"maybe one of the others will tie me down some day. i'd love to have you as my mum in law." molly squealed at that, bringing her into another one of her signature motherly bear hugs.

maeve, at the insistence of mrs. weasley, stayed at the burrow for a another week, not having to go back to work just yet, but not wanting to leave this wonderful bubble she was in at the burrow. the week was peaceful, domestic, and nothing short of wonderful. during the days, she'd run around with the family, goofing around, forgetting about the world. at night, she would curl up onto one of the beds and talk all night long with bill and charlie, with bill often falling asleep early like the old man he was, leaving charlie and maeve to chat alone most nights.

maeve went with when the kids all had to go to king's cross to get back to hogwarts, having a few more days before she would have to start traveling for the macaws versus warriors game off in new zealand. it was bittersweet watching the children get on the train at platform 9 and 3/4, a part of her wishing to go back to the simplicity of her life at hogwarts.

the next day, bill said his farewells early in the morning, not being able to delay work any longer. he hugged his family goodbye before getting to maeve, looking between her and charlie, who was talking to arthur, giving her a knowing smirk.

"so..." he started, whispering in a teasing voice as to not be heard by the others. maeve's face heated up before lightly smacking his arm.

"billius, if you so much as say one word, merlin, i'll set an ironbelly on you." she whispered back through gritted teeth. bill's smirk got impossibly wider.

"interesting that you're threatening me with dragons. i wonder why that is." he beamed before making his way out the door.

"i'll see you soon, christmas maybe? unless the wedding is sooner." he finished his teasing, maeve mumbling some choice words under her breath, waving as her best friend disapparated.

maeve followed in bill's lead only a few minutes later, grabbing her bags and saying goodbye to the remaining weasleys. molly, of course, reminded her that she was always welcome, and that she would be expected at christmas this year. maeve smiled and promised the woman, not wanting to pass up the opportunity to go to another weasley christmas after all these years.

her last goodbye was to charlie, and it seemed like everyone knew something was up, from molly hand-dusting a nearby lamp, very obviously watching the pair, percy unabashedly peaking above the book in his face to see, and arthur staring "intently" at the clock, as if there was anything interesting to see.

"it was great seeing you again after all these years. thank you for... everything." she told him, her words heavy in her throat. charlie nodded, at a loss for words like he was so many times as a schoolboy.

"i uh- of course. anything for you." he managed to get out, inwardly cringing at his words.

"when will i be- er, when will you be back?" she asked, hoping he would be back soon.

"i don't know, i usually spend holidays in romania, it gets pretty short staffed around those times." he rambled, heart already sinking at the thought that he wouldn't be seeing her for a while. he loved his job, it was his favorite thing in life, but after the tension building between the two of them for the past weeks, he wanted nothing more than to be here, with his family, and her.

"oh." she said, frowning. she quickly replaced it with a smile, trying to rid herself of all of these emotions she was feeling. "well, until we meet again." she told him, giving him a quick hug, which was not nearly enough for either of them, before flooing off to her apartment.

when will i be seeing you again. charlie was sure that's what she was going to say. it was always after the moment was over that he would have these bouts of clarity, where he would over analyze everything that had been said and realize what he should have said instead. he couldn't figure it out, he could face a hungarian horntail or norwegian ridgeback with a clear head, but the second a woman, no, the second maeve was involved, he would lose his head.

he sat there silently at dinner, picking at his food, still thinking about the past few weeks with her. everyone at the table noticed, and eventually, molly had enough.

"oh, quit your moping and go to her." she told him, already putting his food, along with another serving, in to go containers and pushing him towards the fireplace.

"but-"

"i don't want you home until you've told that poor girl how you feel. godric, we haven't all been watching you two pine over each other like puppies for weeks just for you to let her go."

and so, charlie quickly found himself in the middle of maeve's apartment, her standing there wide eyed in shirt she may have snagged from the burrow before she left. charlie had been practicing what to say, but at the sight of her there, in seemingly nothing but his old quidditch jersey, he couldn't think straight anymore.

"charlie- i-" he quickly closed the gap between them, pulling her up into a deep kiss. no words could convey all the pent up emotions he has felt since the first time they met in the gryffindor common room. she didn't waste a second reciprocating, throwing her arms around him and arching herself into him. his arms were wrapped around her so tight, he had the fleeting thought that he might be crushing her, but she held onto him with the same force, pulling him down to her level.

"that jersey looks awfully familiar" he panted when they separated, his face so close to hers that she felt his lips move against hers when he spoke.

"shut up weasley." she huffed, pulling him back down again.

when maeve and charlie showed up to christmas that year hand-in-hand, a flood of whoops and hollers were heard throughout the burrow, an approving nod coming from the eldest weasley child seeing his best friend and brother so happy ("no funny business, alright? or at least, not while i'm in the room you bloody slags").

#charlie weasley #charlie x oc #harry potter #goblet of fire #fanfic

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