Fic: In Memoriam
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alisanneTitle: In Memoriam
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kingsley Shacklebolt/Charlie Weasley, assorted others.
Word Count: 420
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Angst, mention of canon character deaths.
A/N: Written for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
angela_snape as part of my 8th LJ-Versary celebration. She requested Kingsley/Charlie, prompt: anniversary.
Betas:sevfan and emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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In Memoriam
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The War Anniversary Ceremony was in full swing when someone came up beside Charlie and placed a hand on his arm. Charlie smiled. “You made it.”
“Yes. I’m sorry, the meeting with the Syrian Minister went long,” Kingsley said. “He has his hands full after all.”
“Not another Dark wizard I hope?”
Kingsley sighed. “We all hope, but I fear that may be the case.”
“Going to send Harry in?”
“Not yet. We’re still attempting diplomacy.” Kingsley smiled faintly. “Sending in the most famous Dark wizard slayer still living will probably be the last resort.”
Charlie chuckled softly. “Yes, I can see that.” Leaning close to Kingsley, he sighed. “In any event, you’re just in time for the important bit.”
A gong sounded and the chatter around the room faded. Everyone turned to face the memorial wall which had been built to commemorate those who had died fighting in the war.
As the names were read by a sombre, Sonorus-enhanced voice, Charlie tensed as they got closer to the name he dreaded hearing. He glanced over to his parents, who were standing hand-in-hand beside George and Angelina. Clustered around them were the rest of the family: Bill and Fleur, Ron and Hermione, Percy and Luna, Ginny and Neville, and, of course, Harry and Severus, with Severus looming protectively.
“...Fred Weasley, Nymphadora--”
Charlie closed his eyes. While he missed his brother sorely, he couldn’t imagine how his parents felt. Or George.
Kingsley’s arm slipped around his shoulders and, swallowing hard, Charlie relaxed.
Once the names had been read there was a minute of silence, interrupted only by the occasional sniffle. “May they rest in peace,” finished the announcer finally.
Soft murmuring started. Kingsley turned to Charlie. “Do you want to stay or shall I take you home?”
Charlie glanced over towards the rest of his family. His dad was already leading his mum away, and it looked as if the rest were leaving, too. Harry turned, his eyes locking with Charlie’s. He smiled and waved even as Severus began pulling him towards the Floos. Charlie nodded back. “Home,” he whispered. “Please.”
“Of course.” Tightening his grip, Kingsley Side-Along-Apparated them to their secluded cottage. Charlie’s breath caught as the squeeze of Apparation combined with the squeeze of their wards, and then they landed, breathless, he exhaled.
“Come on,” Kingsley said, steering him towards their bedroom. “Time for me to take care of you.”
“I won’t argue,” Charlie said.
Kingsley kissed the back of his neck. “Good.”
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Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing: Kingsley Shacklebolt/Charlie Weasley, assorted others.
Word Count: 420
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Angst, mention of canon character deaths.
A/N: Written for
angela_snape as part of my 8th LJ-Versary celebration. She requested Kingsley/Charlie, prompt: anniversary.Betas:
sevfan and emynn.Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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In Memoriam
~
The War Anniversary Ceremony was in full swing when someone came up beside Charlie and placed a hand on his arm. Charlie smiled. “You made it.”
“Yes. I’m sorry, the meeting with the Syrian Minister went long,” Kingsley said. “He has his hands full after all.”
“Not another Dark wizard I hope?”
Kingsley sighed. “We all hope, but I fear that may be the case.”
“Going to send Harry in?”
“Not yet. We’re still attempting diplomacy.” Kingsley smiled faintly. “Sending in the most famous Dark wizard slayer still living will probably be the last resort.”
Charlie chuckled softly. “Yes, I can see that.” Leaning close to Kingsley, he sighed. “In any event, you’re just in time for the important bit.”
A gong sounded and the chatter around the room faded. Everyone turned to face the memorial wall which had been built to commemorate those who had died fighting in the war.
As the names were read by a sombre, Sonorus-enhanced voice, Charlie tensed as they got closer to the name he dreaded hearing. He glanced over to his parents, who were standing hand-in-hand beside George and Angelina. Clustered around them were the rest of the family: Bill and Fleur, Ron and Hermione, Percy and Luna, Ginny and Neville, and, of course, Harry and Severus, with Severus looming protectively.
“...Fred Weasley, Nymphadora--”
Charlie closed his eyes. While he missed his brother sorely, he couldn’t imagine how his parents felt. Or George.
Kingsley’s arm slipped around his shoulders and, swallowing hard, Charlie relaxed.
Once the names had been read there was a minute of silence, interrupted only by the occasional sniffle. “May they rest in peace,” finished the announcer finally.
Soft murmuring started. Kingsley turned to Charlie. “Do you want to stay or shall I take you home?”
Charlie glanced over towards the rest of his family. His dad was already leading his mum away, and it looked as if the rest were leaving, too. Harry turned, his eyes locking with Charlie’s. He smiled and waved even as Severus began pulling him towards the Floos. Charlie nodded back. “Home,” he whispered. “Please.”
“Of course.” Tightening his grip, Kingsley Side-Along-Apparated them to their secluded cottage. Charlie’s breath caught as the squeeze of Apparation combined with the squeeze of their wards, and then they landed, breathless, he exhaled.
“Come on,” Kingsley said, steering him towards their bedroom. “Time for me to take care of you.”
“I won’t argue,” Charlie said.
Kingsley kissed the back of his neck. “Good.”
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