SS50: Red Hair, Red Robes, Red Scales: 50 Ficlets on Charlie Weasley by spacepirate4 ~SA13+

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Red Hair, Red Robes, and Red Scales:
50 Ficlets on Charlie Weasley
by spacepirate4



1. Accio 2. Avada Kedavra 3. Braking Charm 4. Blasting Curse 5. Colloportus 6. Crucio 7. Confundus 8. Diffindo 9. Disapparate 10. Engorgio 11. Expecto Patronum 12. Furnunculus 13. Flagrate 14. Horn Tongue 15. Hurling Hex 16. Impedimenta 17. Imperio 18. Incarcerous 19. Jelly Legs 20. Knitting Charm 21. Langlock 22. Legilimens 23. Levicorpus 24. Lumos 25. Mobilicorpus 26. Morsmordre 27. Muffliato 28. Nox 29. Obliviate 30. Oppugno 31. Orchideous 32. Petrificus Totalus 33. Point Me 34. Protego 35. Quietus 36. Reducto 37. Relasho 38. Rictusempra 39. Sectumsempra 40. Sonorus 41. Scourgify 42. Silencio 43. SpeRevelio 44. Stupefy 45. Tarantallegra 46. Tergeo 47. Twitchy Ears Hex 48. Unbreakable Vow 49. Wingardium Leviosa 50. Waddiwas

49. Wingardium Leviosa

The sunlight gleamed in through the grand windows of the classroom. A first year sat with his face in his hands, looking out at the gorgeous midday.
"May I have your attention please," Professor Flitwick announced. "Today, we'll be learning the levitation charm, Wingardium Leviosa. Now, I'd you all to pick up your wands..."
But Charlie Weasley wasn't listening. His mind was too busy racing back and forth on the Qudditch field, the wind whipping through his face, and the occasional bludger nearly grazing his skin. Ever since he could remember, Charlie loved Quidditch. The endless hours he spent whizzing around on his older brother's broom in the backyard of the Burrow-
"Mr. Weasley? If you could join the class in practicing the levitation charm," Professor Flitwick's voice broke Charlie from his daydream.
"This should be easy," Charlie thought, pulling out his wand and pointing it at the fluffy white feather in front of him.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" He chanted.
Nothing happened.
"What's wrong with my wand?" Charlie wondered. "Wingardium Leviosa! Wingardium Leviosa! Wingardium Leviosa! Wingar-"
The feather exploded, blackening Charlie's face and the top of his hands. His wand end was completely splintered apart.
"Oh, great. Mum's gunna kill me."

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6. Crucio

The air was musty, clouded in fog.
"Where am I?" Charlie wondered, looking down. He was clad in a dark robe, clenching his wand so tightly his knuckles were white against his tan skin.
Something snapped behind him. Charlie whirled around to see his brother Bill, also clad in a dark robe, wand at the ready.
"What's going on Bill?" Charlie asked.
"Ssh! Be quiet!" Bill hissed. "Are you trying to get us killed?"
"Well, no," Charlie admitted at a whisper's volume. Bill disappeared into the fog.
"Hey, wait!" Charlie called after him in a hissed whisper. A figure stepped out of the fog. Charlie's eyes widened. It was Him. The fog lifted.
Bill lay sprawled on the ground, dead. Charlie couldn't barely contain his disbelief: Harry Potter stood over Bill's body, a sickly grin spread across his face.
Charlie reacted instinctively.
"CRUCIO!" He screamed, pointing his wand straight at Harry, watching in horror the effect the spell took on the boy-
And Charlie jumped up in bed with a terrified cry, shaking himself out of his nightmare, his a-shirt soaked to the skin in sweat. He pulled his hair back with shaking hands.
"I hope I never have to do that again."

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20. Knitting Charm

Charlie Weasley headed downstairs into his living room, where his mother sat in a sofa chair, reading. She looked up and smiled. "Merry Christmas Charlie."
"Merry Christmas Mum," Charlie kissed her on the cheek.
"Do you like your sweater?"
"It's great Mum," Charlie replied, lifting his jacket to reveal his dark red knit sweater, a golden 'C' gracing his left pectoral. Charlie pulled his jacket back down. "Um, Mum, do you think you could knit a dragon into my sweater next year?"
"A dragon Charlie?" His mother put down her book. "Whatever for?"
"Well... I was thinking of going into Dragon Taming after I graduate in two years."
"Dragon Taming? But that's such a dangerous profession Charlie!"
"I know Mum. But the more I think about it, the more I want to do it."
"What about Quidditch?"
"I can't play Quidditch forever Mum."
"You can't train Dragons forever either."
"You're right Mum," Charlie agreed. "I can't." Molly looked at her son. The conviction in his eyes said enough.
"What kind of dragon would you like then?"
"Thanks Mum." Charlie smiled, kissing his mother again on the cheek before heading out to the backyard for some Quidditch.

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14. Horn Tongue

Charlie couldn't believe he found himself back in a classroom after graduating Hogwarts, although, on the bright side, laying on the professor's desk was a circle of blankets, a baby Romanian Longhorn napping at its epicenter.
"The dragon domestication process begins at infancy..." The professor explained. Charlie could barely contain his boredom. Well, that was obvious. "Often times, trainers will have to feed infants through regurgitation, a matter of months..." Charlie's eyes widened. Now this was a piece of news.
"Merlin, I certainly wouldn't like to be the bloke to do that," Charlie whispered to a friend sitting beside him.
"What do you think Horn Tongue's for?" Another student hissed at him. Charlie rolled his eyes.
"This bloke acts like he's the professor," Charlie muttered. His friend snickered.
"Mr. Weasley, anything you'd like to share with the class?" The professor asked.
"No sir," Charlie answered.
"Then you wouldn't mind demonstrating the regurgitation for the class, if you were listening of course."
"Just my luck," Charlie muttered.

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15. Hurling Hex

For just a spilt second, Charlie Weasley wondered how he had gotten into this position. And then there was no more time to wonder anything. He clung to his broom fiercely to keep from flying off and plunging down to the bottom of the stadium. As the wind whipped past his ears and through his flaming orange hair, reflecting in the Saturday sun, he could hear the loud cries of protest from his housemates, their cries like the loud roar of a lion. Charlie tried desperately as his broom rocked violently back and forth to try and think which dirty bloke on the Slytherin team had a chance to hex his broom before the match. And not to puke.
And then he remembered. Miles Bletchley. Before the game, Charlie remembered with a blush that nearly brought up his lunch with him still jolting up and down on his broom. He was snogging a cute sixth year behind the Gryffindor banners - Miles must have done it then. But there was no way he could prove it. He heard a faint whistle and the victorious cries of Slytherin competing with the uproar from his house, and knew Slytherin had caught the snitch.