Fine, I guess I don’t have any say in this
Charlie
Charlie groaned as he opened his eyes and quickly closed them. Damn hospital and their damn bright lights.
“Oh, you’re awake,” Bill said in his overly cheery voice.
“Not for long. What are you doing here? Don’t you have a family to take care of?” Charlie sat himself up. He felt better than the day before. He was told yesterday that he wouldn’t be able to wear his prosthetics for a while. He would be in a wheelchair until his wounds healed. Charlie told them to fuck off after that conversation. He didn’t even feel bad when he made the matron cry.
“Why do you think I am here? You are my family and it looks like you can’t take care of yourself. So here I am.” His brother held out his arms in frustration. Charlie opened his mouth to tell him off.
“No, you don’t get to talk. It is my turn to talk!” Bill yelled. That wasn’t like his brother. Charlie hadn’t seen his brother this upset in a long time. “I got a floo call from your boss. He told me you were in the hospital with a blood infection. A blood infection, Charlie! Of course, I was worried. I asked the normal questions of how, why, and where you were. He answered all of them and then I asked if Harry was with you. Assuming that your boyfriend would be with you because you are sick. Only to be told that he wasn’t.” Bill's face was stone as Charlie went to interrupt him again, but Bill went on.
“So me being your loving brother, I asked why Harry wasn’t with his boyfriend, who was in the hospital? I asked because it might be a little while before I could make it over here. That is when your boss’s fiance took over the call and said quote ‘It was none of my damn business why his son wasn’t there seeing as your brother broke up with him!’” Charlie growled and crossed his arms. His brother wasn’t done so he waited.
“I was shocked. I asked nothing more because the little man was scary even through the fire. Then when I came to the hospital, they told me you had a blood infection from the infected sores on your legs. I asked them why you had sores on your legs and they told me that your prosthetics did not fit you properly. Once again, I was shocked. Why would my brother wear something that didn’t fit him properly? I didn’t know until they told me the price of the prosthetics that you should be wearing.”
“Bill,” Charlie growled out.
“NO! I’m not done. You could have asked! You have 6 siblings plus two parents that could have helped you out! Who would have helped you out?”
Charlie couldn’t hold it in any longer. “You all have families and responsibilities! I don’t need your pity or your fucking charity!” He roared.
Bill leaned in close, their noses almost touching. “It isn’t fucking charity or pity, you prick! It’s what families do! Guess what it’s already been done! I called our mother and told her everything. She should be here anytime with the money that we all collected together. The twins, with how much they make now, could have done it by themselves. So since you wanted to do everything alone, we have decided that you are moving back home to Mum and Dad’s. Until you are 100 percent.
Which will give you plenty of time to figure out what you are going to do. If I were you, I would go back to America and make everything right.” Charlie never wanted to punch his brother as much as he wanted to right now. He huffed and leaned back.
“Fine, I guess I don’t have any say in this.”
“Nope, either you do this or you stay here for all your rehab. That could be a while, seeing as you have to learn with your new prosthetics. Maybe that would be better.” Bill leaned back and crossed his arms. Arsehole, there is no way he was going to stay here.
“No! I won’t stay here. I will go home.” Charlie sighed. He hated. Hospitals, it would be torture. He was already going to be tortured enough. Harry was gone, and he wasn’t coming back. Even if Charlie would apologize, there is no way that he should forgive him.
“That's what I thought,” Bill smirked.
Harry
Harry was curled up on his parent’s couch with the quilt that his dad had made for him for their first Christmas. Fang was beside him, his head on Harry’s stomach. It was Valentine’s Day. Barnaby and his dad were getting ready for their night out.
“Okay sweets, I have veggie soup on the stove. So I want you to eat, and I also made you a couple of grilled cheeses that have a preservation charm on them.” The small wizard has made sure that he was taken care of. Barnaby walked over and pushed the hair off his forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”
Harry leaned into his touch. “Yeah Pops, I’m okay. I was nauseated earlier, but I had some crackers. Don’t worry about me. I want you and Dad to have a good night tonight. I’ll eat some soup and sandwiches, then I will go back to my cabin. Don’t worry, I’ll be back over in the morning. This is your first Valentine's together. You don’t need your pregnant son moping on your couch.”
“Ya more important than dinner.” His dad said as he walked into the room. “We love ya, Harry.” Tears burned his eyes. He didn’t want to cry anymore. He has cried enough.
“I love you both as well. Now you are going to be late for your reservation. I have Fang. He is all I need.” Harry lied. He would love to have Charlie back. Even though he wanted to yell at the redhead.
His parents kissed him goodbye, and Harry was all alone. No, not all alone. He had his baby. A baby who will be loved so much. He has his first appointment in two days. Harry’s dad was going to take him. Barnaby was upset he couldn’t come. He didn’t have anyone to look after the shop.
Harry vegged on the couch until his stomach rumbled. He wasn’t hungry nowadays, so it was a pleasant change. He made himself a bowl of soup and picked up his sandwiches.
He cuddled back up on the couch and searched for the remote. Harry clicked on the tv, he passed all the lovey Valentine’s movies. Then he saw that Winnie the Pooh cartoon was on. He placed his hands on his stomach where his little Pooh Bear grew. Harry remembered that Luna in the premonition Charlie had one as well. Maybe it wasn’t a good one. He shook his head; he would not think about it anymore. He held out the extra sandwich to Fang, who licked his hand in thanks before he gobbled it down in one bite.
“You are the perfect Valentine’s date, Fang. You’ve been there for me since the beginning. And I know you will be there for my little Pooh Bear as well, huh boy?” Fang barked yes, which made Harry smile for the first time in a while.
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Harry and his dad went to his healers appointment two days later. Healer Coldiron was a younger healer, only a little older than Harry. He confirmed what Harry knew already. He was pregnant and will have a baby in September.
Harry and his dad sat on the couch waiting for Barnaby to come home. They had lasagna in the oven. They wanted to have a little celebration. Harry was torn. He wanted to celebrate, but it felt wrong because Charlie wasn’t there. He didn’t want to be there. Charlie made it clear he wanted nothing to do with Harry.
“I remember the first night we moved to America. Ya was almost 2. I was so scared that I would be a horrible father. I just knew that ya deserved a life away from the madness. Ya were just a wee one.” The half-giant squeezed his hand as he spoke.
“We did supper and then bath time. I was so afraid, I bathed ya in the kitchen sink. Once ya were all clean and had your bedclothes on. I read ya a story.” Harry smiled and looked up into his dad’s dark brown eyes.
“Was it Hungry Hungry Hippogriff?” He loved that story when he was little. It was his favorite wizard book. His favorite muggle story was, of course, Winnie the Pooh.
His dad’s deep laugh filled the room. “Yes, it was. Ya loved that book. I had always had help, but this was the first night I was all alone. I laid ya down once ya was asleep. I don’t think I slept for the first year. I was so afraid something would happen to ya. I tell ya this because I know ya probably scared. Just know that Barnaby and I will be there for ya. Though I know ya will be a wonderful dad.” Harry wrapped his arms around his dad’s arm and squeezed him tight.
“Thanks, Dad. I couldn’t have picked a better dad. What is even better is I have two now.” Tears stung Harry’s eyes. His dad always knew what to say. There was never a time that he didn’t.
Barnaby
Barnaby bounced around his shop. He couldn’t wait until he could turn that closed sign. Ruby asked him if he wanted them to come by after the appointment and he said no, he wanted to be surprised. Barnaby regretted that now.
The shop owner was about to say screw it and close early when the bell jingled. He groaned as he walked to the counter. A red-headed woman walked in. She looked motherly and familiar.
“Hello, are you Barnaby?” the woman asked as she walked towards the counter. He raised his eyebrow when he heard her accent. She fiddled with her handbag and she looked nervous.
“I am. What can I do for you?” Barnaby crossed his arms. He took in her appearance again. She looked tired. There were dark circles under her eyes.
“I’m Molly Weasley, Charlie’s mother. My son told me not to talk to Harry or Hagrid, but they didn’t say I couldn’t talk to you.” Molly held out her hand and Barnaby huffed and took it.
“I’m not sure what we would need to speak about. Your son made it clear how he felt about my son. I was actually getting ready to close up shop and have dinner with him and his dad. So if you don’t mind.” Barnaby nodded over to the door. Whatever this woman had to say, he didn’t want to hear it. She glared at him and cleared her throat.
“Charlie didn’t mean what he said. He is hurting. My son has always been quiet but sweet. It wasn’t until his accident that he acted this way. I have no doubt that Charlie loves Harry and what I could see is that Harry loves Charlie.” Barnaby ran his fingers through his blond hair, as he took a deep breath. He was going to slap this bitch.
“Harry is hurting! My son has done nothing but love your son! He has been there for him! Even when your son treated him like shit the first little bit! Of course, my Harry broke through that tough exterior. What were you hoping for with this conversation?”
Molly’s mouth mimicked a fish until she pulled herself together. “I hoped Harry would come and talk to Charlie. I know he could help.” Her brown eyes were glossy with tears.
“That will not happen. I will not tell Harry any of that. He told Harry, ‘To get the fuck out.’ I know Harry will probably one day talk to your son again and I won’t stop him, even though I don’t agree with it. At least for right now. I know Charlie is hurting, and I know he has been through a lot, but I have to take care of my kid and you have to take care of yours. Now leave my store.” Barnaby dismissed her with a wave of his hand. Molly wiped the tears away from her cheeks before she turned around and stormed out.
Barnaby sighed and flicked his wand, and the open sign turned over to close. Now to get home to his family.
He apparated in the living room and his family was on the couch. Harry looked up at him with a smile.
“Congrats your Pops. You are going to be a Pop-pop!”