Something: A winter festival to remember, harry potter - j. k. rowling fanfic

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Characters

Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Arthur Weasley/Molly Weasley, Harry Potter/Charlie Weasley, Alexandru Gros, Nita, Katrin, Bogdan, Ghita

A winter festival to remember

April 21, 2025 at 03:19 AM

Harry and Charlie made their way to the nearby town, anticipation filled the air. Today was a special day—they were going to visit Charlie's family, since they came here yesterday and will stay one more day. Arriving at the small apartment building where the Weasleys lived for the time being, Charlie knocked on the door, his heart pounding with excitement. After a moment, the door swung open to reveal Percy, looking slightly surprised but welcoming.

"Charlie! Harry! Come on in," Percy greeted them, stepping aside to let them enter.

"Hey, Percy," Charlie said with a warm smile, giving his brother a quick hug before stepping inside.

"Hello, Percy," Harry added, offering a friendly nod as he followed Charlie into the apartment. Inside, the cozy apartment was bustling with activity. Molly was running in the kitchen, preparing a pot of tea, while Arthur was tinkering with a Muggle contraption in the living room.

"Charlie! Harry! What a pleasant surprise," Molly exclaimed, turning to greet them with a bright smile. "Do come in, make yourselves at home." Charlie grinned at his mother's enthusiastic welcome. "Thanks, Mum. We actually came to invite you all to the local Christmas Festival. It's going to be a lot of fun." Molly's eyes lit up at the invitation.

"Oh, how delightful! I've been wanting to go to the festival for ages," she exclaimed, setting down her tea towel and reaching for her coat. "Come on, everyone, let's not keep Charlie and Harry waiting." Arthur and the rest of the Weasley siblings, who had been lounging around the living room, perked up at the mention of the festival. With a chorus of excited murmurs, they all began to gather their coats and scarves, eager to join Charlie and Harry for a day of festive fun.

They found themselves at the Christmas Festival, Ginny was walking alongside Harry, eager to engage him in conversation. She had hoped that this outing would provide her with the opportunity to spend some quality time with him, perhaps even get to know him better. But no matter how hard she tried, Harry's attention seemed to be elsewhere, his focus firmly fixed on Charlie. Ginny couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment as Harry and Charlie walked ahead, their hands occasionally brushing against each other's. It was clear to her that Harry was completely smitten with Charlie, and no amount of effort on her part could change that. Arthur, sensing Ginny's frustration, fell into step beside her, a sympathetic expression on his face.

"Ginny, my dear," he began gently, "I know it's not easy to see Harry with someone else. But you must understand, Harry's heart belongs to Charlie. There's nothing you can do to change that." Ginny's shoulders slumped in resignation, her frustration giving way to sadness. She had harbored a secret hope that maybe, just maybe, Harry would come to see her in a different light. But Arthur's words served as a sobering reminder that some things were simply not meant to be. With a heavy sigh, Ginny nodded, acknowledging the truth of Arthur's words.

"I know, Dad," she murmured, her voice tinged with resignation. "It's just hard to accept sometimes." Arthur reached out and gently squeezed Ginny's shoulder, offering her a sympathetic smile.

"I understand, Ginny. But trust me, there's someone out there for you. Someone who will love you just as fiercely as Harry loves Charlie." Ginny managed a weak smile in return, grateful for her father's words of wisdom. Deep down, she knew he was right. She just had to be patient and wait for the right person to come along. Until then, she would focus on being happy for Harry and Charlie, even if it meant setting aside her own desires for the time being.

As they wandered through the Christmas Festival, admiring the colorful displays and festive decorations, Harry's gaze fell upon a familiar figure near the gingerbread houses. It was Andrei, the young squib he had met just a few days earlier during his excursion to find a gift for Charlie.

"Hey, Andrei!" Harry called out, waving enthusiastically as they approached. Andrei turned at the sound of his name, a smile lighting up his face as he recognized Harry.

"Hey, Harry!" Andrei replied, returning the greeting with equal enthusiasm. Harry made introductions, but he refrained from mentioning how they had met, not wanting to reveal that he had been shopping for Charlie's gift. Charlie greeted Andrei politely, though his curiosity was evident in his gaze. As they exchanged pleasantries, Harry couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for not being entirely forthcoming about their encounter. Charlie's curiosity about Andrei got the better of him.

"Harry, you never mentioned meeting anyone from the town," Charlie remarked, his tone casual but inquisitive. Harry's heart skipped a beat as he grappled with how to respond. He hadn't meant to keep his interaction with Andrei a secret, but the timing had never felt right to bring it up.

"Oh, it's nothing, really," Harry replied, attempting to brush off Charlie's question. "We just had a brief chat when I was out looking for a gift for you. It wasn't anything important." Charlie studied Harry's expression for a moment, sensing his unease. He reached out and gently squeezed Harry's hand, a reassuring smile playing at his lips.

"It's okay, Harry," Charlie reassured him. "I was just curious, that's all. I'm not angry or anything. You can tell me anything, I mean...anything." Relief washed over Harry as he realized that Charlie wasn't upset with him for keeping the encounter with Andrei to himself. With a grateful smile, he returned Charlie's squeeze, grateful for his understanding and support. Harry and Charlie continued their conversation, Andrei found himself engaged in lively chatter with the rest of the Weasley family. Molly, in particular, took a shine to the young man, peppering him with questions about his life in the town and his family. Meanwhile, Andrei's gaze wandered across the crowd until it landed on Ginny, who stood at the edge of the bustling festival grounds, a thoughtful expression on her face. Something about her caught his eye, drawing him in with an inexplicable sense of fascination. As Andrei watched her, he felt a strange fluttering in his chest, a sensation he had never experienced before. It was as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning, igniting a spark of attraction that he couldn't ignore. With a newfound sense of determination, Andrei made his way over to where Ginny stood, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared to introduce himself. Little did he know that this chance encounter would change the course of his life forever. As Andrei approached Ginny, his heart racing with anticipation, he extended his hand with a warm smile, hoping to make a good impression on the intriguing girl who had captured his attention.

"Ginny, isn't it?" he greeted her politely, his voice tinged with nervousness. Ginny regarded him with a cool demeanor, her eyes narrowing slightly as she reluctantly shook his hand. There was a hint of resentment in her gesture, a wariness born of past disappointments and dashed hopes.

"Indeed it is," she replied curtly, her tone betraying her lack of enthusiasm. Undeterred by her frosty reception, Andrei pressed on, determined to win her over with his charm and wit. But as he attempted to engage her in conversation, Ginny cut him off with a sharp retort, her words laced with frustration and impatience.

"I'm not interested, Andrei," she stated firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You can save your efforts for someone who actually cares." Bill and George observed the interaction between Ginny and Andrei from a distance, they exchanged knowing glances, their expressions filled with amusement and speculation.

"I reckon this could be the start of something big," Bill remarked with a grin, nudging his brother George playfully. "A budding romance, perhaps?" George nodded in agreement, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"You may be onto something there, Bill. Shall we place a little wager on it?" The brothers chuckled conspiratorially, their minds already racing with possibilities as they considered the potential outcome of Ginny and Andrei's encounter. They made a playful bet on who would be the first to confess their love, each confident in their prediction. Meanwhile, Ginny, growing increasingly frustrated by Andrei's persistent attempts to win her affection, sought refuge in the familiarity of her older brother and Harry. Rushing to their side, she implored Charlie to intervene and rescue her from Andrei's advances.

"Guys, please," she pleaded, her voice tinged with exasperation. "You have to help me. Your friend just won't take a hint." Harry exchanged a knowing glance with Charlie, recognizing the turmoil brewing within Ginny as she struggled to navigate the complexities of young love. Sensing an opportunity to play matchmaker, he nodded toward Andrei, a thoughtful expression crossing his features.

"You know, Gin, I think Andrei might just be the perfect match for you," Harry suggested, his tone laced with mischief. "Perhaps you should give him a chance." Ginny's eyes widened in disbelief at Harry's suggestion, her frustration reaching its peak as she realized she had nowhere to turn for sanctuary. Desperate for assistance, she called out to her mother, seeking refuge from her brothers' teasing and her own conflicted emotions.

"Mum, please," she implored, her voice rising in agitation. "You have to help me get out of here. I can't take any more of this." Molly, ever the optimist, saw the situation as a golden opportunity for her daughter to find love, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she considered the possibilities. But Ginny, her patience wearing thin, had no interest in her mother's matchmaking schemes, her mind consumed by thoughts of escape.

Harry, Charlie, Ron, and George made their way to the ferris wheel, anticipation bubbled in the crisp winter air. The towering structure loomed before them, its brightly colored gondolas swaying gently in the breeze. With eager smiles, they queued up for their turn, eager to experience the thrill of soaring high above the festive landscape. Meanwhile, Andrei approached Ginny with an offer to join him on the ride, his eyes alight with hopeful anticipation. But Ginny, still smarting from their earlier encounter, rebuffed his advances with a curt refusal, her determination to avoid him evident in her steely gaze. Undeterred by Ginny's rejection, Andrei took his place in line beside her, determined to win her over with his charm and wit. As they settled into their seats on the ferris wheel, the tension between them was palpable, each moment stretching on in awkward silence. As the wheel began to ascend, Harry and Charlie nestled close together, enjoying the warmth of each other's embrace as they gazed out over the twinkling lights of the town below. The view from above was breathtaking, the snow-covered landscape stretching out before them in a blanket of white, punctuated by the spires of the nearby church and the jagged peaks of the Carpathian Mountains in the distance. Despite Andrei's best efforts to engage Ginny in conversation and coax a smile from her lips, she remained resolutely silent, her gaze fixed straight ahead as she stared out over the horizon. Ron and George, seated in the gondola behind them, erupted into fits of laughter at the spectacle unfolding before them, unable to contain their amusement at the awkward dynamic playing out between Ginny and Andrei. The ferris wheel completed its rotation and began its descent, Harry and Charlie exchanged a knowing glance, their bond strengthened by the shared experience. Though Ginny and Andrei's attempts at romance may have ended in disappointment, the laughter and camaraderie shared by the rest of the group served as a reminder of the unwavering devotion.

As the evening air grew colder, Charlie decided to treat Harry and himself to steaming cups of hot chocolate from a nearby vendor. With their hands wrapped around the warm mugs, they strolled through the snowy streets, the soft crunch of their footsteps mingling with the murmurs of the bustling crowd. Harry leaned into Charlie's side, seeking refuge from the chill in the comforting warmth of his embrace. Nuzzling into Charlie's neck, he breathed in the familiar scent of pine and spice, his heart swelling with contentment at the simple joy of being together. Across the way, Andrei offered Ginny a cup of hot chocolate, his gesture of goodwill softened by the gentle snowflakes that danced around them. Though reluctant at first, Ginny accepted the drink with a grateful smile, her cheeks flushed from the cold. As they walked, Ron and George opted for a different form of warmth, purchasing cups of steaming mulled wine from a nearby stall. Sipping the fragrant brew, they exchanged playful banter and shared laughter, the tension of the evening melting away with each sip. They wandered through the winter wonderland, their hearts light and spirits high as they savored the magic of the season and the warmth of each other's company. And as they made their way back to the sanctuary, laughter and camaraderie echoed in the crisp night air.