A Change of Place
The Weasley household was in an uproar. Of course, it usually was these days. Two years after the Last Battle and they still couldn’t seem to breathe. So they shouted instead. It was usually Mum’s fault, although Ginny and Percy started their share of rows. Ginny’s usually revolved around her desire to try out for the Holyhead Harpies and always escalated about the time Harry left on some super secret training mission for the Ministry’s Auror program. Percy still hadn’t quite outgrown being an overbearing prat, although at least he seemed to enjoy whatever comeuppance George and Fred came up with more than he had before.
And Mum…Well, the Last Battle had done something to Molly Weasley. She’d gone from the practical, loving mother used to having six sons and a daughter that ran full tilt at danger (dragons! Cursebreaking! TWINS
!) to a paranoid, pestering mother who needed
to know where her entire brood was at all times. Between Harry and Ron’s auror training, Ginny’s determination to play a dangerous professional sport, and Luna being off Merlin only knew where chasing down beasties that would likely try to eat her
, Mum had gone ‘round the bend and back again with very little time to stop and smell the roses in between.
And Charlie, who’d been late to the battle, always got a pat on the head and a, “At least you’ve come to your senses about the dragons,” and he had to grit his teeth. And frankly, he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to leave. But breaking away from the Weasley clan was never easy and if he went back to working with dragons, they might as well check Mum into St. Mungo’s today.
So he went to San Francisco, home to the newest Council headquarters. Home to Xander Harris, Weasley family hero. If he hadn’t fallen out of that portal onto Fred, after all, Fred likely would have died in the blast. And Xander’s girls had helped saved so many. Remus had been lost but Tonks survived and Fenrir Greyback’s demise had been especially grisly.
And the Council chose to fade into the background, letting others take credit for their escapades. But anyone who fought that day knew who aided them when they needed it. They knew who lit the eternal flame that burned in the Great Hall’s sky, afterwards, too.
Charlie knocked on the door and shifted from foot to foot. He’d only spoken to Hermione, who was finishing her studies so she could join the Council, about what he planned to do. Mum was still likely to spontaneously combust but he couldn’t sit on the sidelines, anymore. He needed to be in the thick of it and he needed to repay the Muggle that’d saved his brother. Mostly, though, he needed out of the Burrow because his family was driving him mad.
The door finally swung up and Xander Harris’s cheerful visage peered out at him. “And you’re a Weasley,” he said, sighing. “Look, you don’t owe me a life debt. Really. Accidentally saving people’s lives is just what I do. So thanks but, um, no. I don’t need anybody’s life or however that kind of thing works.”
Charlie blinked, then said, “Alright…? But could you use a Wizard that’s knowledgeable in basic mediwizardry?”
And it was Harris’s turn to blink before saying, “I don’t know what that is, but if you’re looking for a job, we can always use another magic user.”
Charlie grinned and stepped over the threshold. It wasn’t dragons but the Council had its share of fantastical beasties. And
Muggles, which should please his father to no end. Charlie was pretty sure he was going to like it here.