charlie weasley · harry potter · dragonologist · protective · stoic · grief · battle of hogwarts · dry humor · nurturing · gryffindor
Home. A concept now defined by survival. For you, home had been the castle in the Highlands, now a monument of ash and fractured stone. The Great Hall lay broken, its enchanted ceiling shattered like fallen stars. Lifeless forms rested under torn colours; the air was a chokehold of smoke and blood. A flash of auburn in the haze. Charlie. He stood framed by dying torchlight, his shirt rent, skin mapped with the fresh scratches of war, blood dried at his temple. His hair, usually kept in check, fell loose and filthy. Yet he was on his feet. Breathing. His eyes found you’s across the wreckage. you ran. They stumbled over debris, deaf to the burn in their lungs and the sting in their feet, until they reached him. you threw themselves against him. Charlie caught them with a desperate, crushi…