"Harry Potter?" Charlie's attention snaps to the Auror that's holding his brother's arm behind his back, the world is spinning and his stomach lurches in protest of the sudden move but he sees the boy his family had chosen to adopt, he can just make out the glowing green eyes filled with amusement.
"Yep. Believe it or not I'm my brothers emergency contact. So I'm here to take the three of them of your hands." Charlie's eyes flick over too the twins as they're released from the sneering Auror's who'd grabbed them.
The twins have massive grins on their faces as they prop themselves on each other. Charlie is too drunk to tell them apart. "Hazza! What're you doin here?" The sentence is passed between the two word-for-word, which is what had pissed off the Auror's so much in the first place.
"Got a patronus from Bill, some of his colleagues saw Charlie get tackled. He asked me to come rescue you." Harry's voice is amused as he checks the two over.
"Get those two home. We won't be so lenient with them if they're caught out again." The lead Auror snaps, Charlie's eyes flicker as he fights the urge to sleep.
"You're forgetting someone. Charlie's mine too." Charlie's eyes flicker over to the boy in surprise, they'd only ever interacted once before.
"You're not listed as an emergency contact or immediate family for this one."
"Maybe not, but I am an emergency contact and immediate family of all of his immediate family and the one you called, Bill Weasley, asked me to scrape him off the pavement. I'm inclined to take him with me." There's an undercurrent of tension, the two Auror's pinning Charlie down are tense, their muscles tightening at the unspoken threat that lingers in the air.
"Fine." The head Auror spits as the two Auror's haul Charlie to his feet. Charlie closes his eyes to fight the rolling in his stomach, the twins have grabbed his arms and are propping him up between them.
"Are you two dragging your brother down the path of sin? I expected better of you!" By the time Charlie has looked up they're now seated in a park at some benches, the twins beside him and Harry standing in front of the trio with a smile on his face.
"You really should'nt have!" The twins cackled pushing each other playfully. "Besides Charlie-boy don't need to be dragged, he followed willingly!"
Harry's eyes flick to Charlie, who winks at the younger boy.
One of the twins launch himself suddenly at Harry, who catches him without stumbling. "Percy-" the twin is sobbing. "I know Fred. I know." Harry responds, patting what must be Fred's head.
Charlie leans back, that's right they were drinking because it's the anniversary of Percy's death. He died saving Fred during the battle of Hogwarts.
"I don't want mum to see us- don't take us home Haz" Charlie tunes back into the conversation as George trues to stand, Fred is no longer sobbing but is still clinging to Harry is a way that makes him look like he'll fall if he lets go.
"Don't worry, you're gonna sober up a bit and then we'll go to Grimmauld place. Molly doesn't need to know three of her sons are now delinquents." Harry sounds amused
"That's okay, we're the bad kids anyway." Charlie huffs, rubbing his forehead as the headache is already building.
George gasps dramatically as he points at Charlie but before he can say anything Fred is giggling and draping himself further over Harry as if to whisper in his ear but instead of whispering he speaks louder then normal. "How's Marcusss?" Making George laugh. Charlie is confused about the question, having not gotten to know Harry, but laughs at Fred's failed plot.
"Marcus is great. I was actually with him when I got Bill's patronus. Come on grab my arm, let's get you home."
Charlie doesn't throw up when he is cracked to the Black home, but it's a near thing. He can hear both twins losing their stomachs but Charlie nearly falls on his face, Harry catches him with firm arms to stop him from falling in the twins sick. Harry waves his hand and the mess is gone in an instant. Charlie looks up at Harry as he is led over to a couch. "Marry me?"
Harry laughs loud and clear with his head thrown back, the twins immediately squak and start arguing. "No no! If he's marrying a Weasley he's marrying us!"
Harry pats Charlie's head as he stands up and smirks at the twins who've dropped on top of each other draped over the armchair. "I don't think Angelina or Lee would appreciate me marrying you two."
The twins eyes are sparkling with warmth at the reminder of their spouses. "They would learn to share." "Honestly it wouldn't be much of a request, have you seen yourself?"
Harry lets out another mirthful laugh as he crosses his arms. "I don't think Marcus would approve either."
"Marcus should give you a ring if he wants to keep you." "Honestly it's been what a year?" "Longest courting in the Weasley family!" "Yeah! We've all married before the first year." "What gives little brother?"
Charlie's eyes close on their own as he drops off into sleep, just barely catching the last words of "Marrying? With everything going on right now-"
Charlie groans as he re-emerges into the land of the living, he's in an unfamiliar house, sleeping on an incredibly comfortable couch. It takes him several minutes to open his eyes, amd thanks Merlin at the hangover potion set on the table in front of him.
The potion is disgusting but works instantly. Charlie jumps to his feet,feeling ravenous he follows the delicious smell of bacon into the kitchen.
Harry is standing at the stove with three pans cooking food, he's bright eyed with a big smile as he chats with the twins. Charlie pauses and takes a moment to observe the boy- man, that his family saw as family.
Charlie remembered the tiny boy with baggy clothes and broken glasses from the world cup. He hadn't seen much of him at all since then but had heard many stories from his brothers.
Harry stood around Charlie's height now, well built, his caramel skin no longer sunken in but his eyes now shone bright like spell light. A black tattoo of a snake disappears up his sleeve as he moves. He was wearing comfortable jeans and a black band shirt, there was a black leather jacket with gold chains hung on the back of a chair Charlie assumed was his. A black dragon leather wand holster on both his wrist and his thigh.
"Charlie-boy!" Fred shouts as he notices him, making Harry's eyes dart over to him. "Wait until you try Haddy's cooking." "It's so good, it's easily comparable to Mum's" George trades the setences with Fred easily, pulling Charlie to the table to sit down.
"Hadrian Peverall-Black, call me anything, pleasure to meet you again." Harry, Hadrian, introduces himself as he sets a plate of breakfast in front of him. "Bill asked me to pick you up as he was having trouble with Victoire, hope you don't mind too much."
Charlie smiled and shook Hadrian's hand. "No worries, Charles Weasley, call me Charlie. Been meaning to get to know you anyway."
The twins talk about their new products at the shop for a few minutes before someone new pops into the kitchen. A pale skinned, black haired, bulky part-troll that'd met him a little over a year ago, when he first started apprenticing unser Bill, who walks right up to Hadrian and steal a piece of bacon right out of the pan.
"Marcus!" Fred jumps to his feet and holds out a small toffee to the man. "Wanna try our newest product?" The man just looks at Fred with a eaised eyebrow.
"Do I wanna know what it does?" The troll- Marcus, has a deep voice, his steely eyes dancing with amusement at the twins audacity.
"Don't mess with Marcus you two. Last time you turned him into a canary he was sprouting feathers for days!" Hadrian's eyes are bright, darting between the two red-heads sternly.
"Apologies Fred, Hadrian says no." Marcus laughs as his statement is followed by both twins making whipping noises. "Hadrian you know I love your brothers."
"Meet my older brother then, I'll have breakfast ready for you in a moment." Charlie nearly chokes on his eggs hearing Hadrian call him his older brother,but stands and smiles politely at the part-troll who turns to face him.
"Lord Marcus Flint-Lestrange, call me Marcus. Pleasure to meet you again." Charlie shakes his hand. "Lord Charles Prewitt, call me Charlie. Pleasure."
"I work with your older brother, Bill, he's my Mentor. But you know that already." Marcus motions towards the house. "Cleaning this place up was actually how me and Hadrian were reintroduced."
They'd had a good breakfast, Charlie spent a few hours getting to know his newest little brother and his partner. Being in Romania was a dream come true, but it had really separated him from the goings on in his family, it felt nice to be brought into the loop. Even if something was being kept from him, in the way the twins would drag Hadrian off and talk in tense, hushed whispers, or how Hadrian and Marcus would trade dark looks when different topics came up.