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Title: A Full Heart
Characters: Charlie/Tonks
Prompt: 1 - Above the Thunder at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
7spells
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 917
Their past is wrapped up in each other. Memories that he can never give up without loosing a bit of himself are full of her laugh, her smile, her humor, her kiss. If he lets go of those, he isn’t sure he’ll retain enough of his own identity to be able to carry on.
The broom was the fastest he’d ever ridden before. He kept escalating, waiting for it to buck as a sign that it had been taken to its limit, but it never came.
“I’ll take it,” he exclaimed enthusiastically as he returned to the hard packed ground he always had to come back to. The price was steeper than he’d wanted to pay but worth every sickle. Soon, he was grinning down at the tiny landscape underneath him again.
The smile was reduced to a grimace when he arrived back at his rooms to find two notes. One was from Svana, the Nordic blonde who had been keeping him company lately. If I thought for one moment that you really cared, she had written in the curly letters he found hard to read, I’d stay and try to work this out. I don’t think you care about me. I always feel like a substitute for the girl you really care about. Do yourself a favor, Charles, and go to her. Tell her you love her before you forget how.
He hated that she called him Charles. Even his mother didn’t call him that. It also rankled him that she thought he loved someone else. Who could he possibly love? She wasn’t still jealous of his strong bond with the Horntail, was she? Besides, that wasn't love. More like infatuation... and research, of course.
Instead of dwelling on it, he ripped into the other letter. In the time it took him to read it twice, he was already figuring out what he needed to do to get back home. The note read Bill has been injured. Tonks thinks she’s in love with Remus. Hurry home.
There was no signature but he could tell his father’s upright handwriting anywhere because it was so like his own. It was set at a nervous slant, which made him even more on edge about leaving quickly.
Within three hours, he was back on his new broom, soaring up into a sky that had grown increasingly more menacing. Here and there, a bolt of lightening shot out of a thundering cloud with ever increasing electric bursts. The journey wasn’t like any other he’d ever taken home, considering he normally made this trip with a portkey. While he was worried about his brother’s health (the injury could be anything considering Bill and his penchant for danger), he found himself more worried about Tonks. What was the girl actually thinking? Remus Lupin, while a nice man, was not the right man for his Tonks. She deserved someone who could make her laugh as well as making her cry.
He debated with himself for the entire trip, leaving the storms for calmer skies without even noticing the difference. The awkward angles of the Burrow guided him to his destination without much problem and he barely let his feet touch the ground before he was at the door.
“Hello? Anyone home?”
There was a bump from the first floor and the sound of running feet. “Charlie? Charlie!” A blur of sound and color flew into his arms, knocking him back against the counter. Before he could gain his feet or his breath, Tonks stood in front of him, squealed again, and hugged him close. “I’ve missed you so much. Why didn’t you send me an owl like you promised you would?”
Charlie shook his head, amazed at what he was feeling right now. This was who Svana was talking about. For all his denial over the years, he loved it when Tonks hugged him close. It wasn't just her slim body melding into his contours or the brush of her breasts against his chest or even the smell of her hair as it tickled his chin. No, it was because she made him feel more alive when she was this near. Something sparked from her energy, running through his nerve endings until he understood what it was to be a chameleon, a stranger in every situation. When she was around, he always seemed to pretend to be a boy who wasn’t in love with her. Had for years.
“I meant to, Bug. I really did. Why is it that there is never enough time for the important things?” She leaned back to stare at him, her eyes shadowed. “Dad wrote me about Bill,” he told her to ease some of the tension he felt in her.
“But did he tell you about….” She took a deep breath as if she needed to compose herself. Surely telling him about the man she’d decided to love couldn’t be this serious. “Did he tell you about Dumbledore?”
He listened in horrified silence as she told him what had happened, including the service that had been held for the revered Headmaster this afternoon. He’d missed it by a few scant hours. Suddenly, he knew he couldn’t deal with his new emotions for Tonks at the same time he dealt with the loss of such a great man. Uncurling her arms from around his torso, Charlie burst back through the door he had come through earlier and took to the skies, wondering where the lightening had come from.
Characters: Charlie/Tonks
Prompt: 1 - Above the Thunder at
7spellsRating: PG-13
Word Count: 917
Their past is wrapped up in each other. Memories that he can never give up without loosing a bit of himself are full of her laugh, her smile, her humor, her kiss. If he lets go of those, he isn’t sure he’ll retain enough of his own identity to be able to carry on.
The broom was the fastest he’d ever ridden before. He kept escalating, waiting for it to buck as a sign that it had been taken to its limit, but it never came.
“I’ll take it,” he exclaimed enthusiastically as he returned to the hard packed ground he always had to come back to. The price was steeper than he’d wanted to pay but worth every sickle. Soon, he was grinning down at the tiny landscape underneath him again.
The smile was reduced to a grimace when he arrived back at his rooms to find two notes. One was from Svana, the Nordic blonde who had been keeping him company lately. If I thought for one moment that you really cared, she had written in the curly letters he found hard to read, I’d stay and try to work this out. I don’t think you care about me. I always feel like a substitute for the girl you really care about. Do yourself a favor, Charles, and go to her. Tell her you love her before you forget how.
He hated that she called him Charles. Even his mother didn’t call him that. It also rankled him that she thought he loved someone else. Who could he possibly love? She wasn’t still jealous of his strong bond with the Horntail, was she? Besides, that wasn't love. More like infatuation... and research, of course.
Instead of dwelling on it, he ripped into the other letter. In the time it took him to read it twice, he was already figuring out what he needed to do to get back home. The note read Bill has been injured. Tonks thinks she’s in love with Remus. Hurry home.
There was no signature but he could tell his father’s upright handwriting anywhere because it was so like his own. It was set at a nervous slant, which made him even more on edge about leaving quickly.
Within three hours, he was back on his new broom, soaring up into a sky that had grown increasingly more menacing. Here and there, a bolt of lightening shot out of a thundering cloud with ever increasing electric bursts. The journey wasn’t like any other he’d ever taken home, considering he normally made this trip with a portkey. While he was worried about his brother’s health (the injury could be anything considering Bill and his penchant for danger), he found himself more worried about Tonks. What was the girl actually thinking? Remus Lupin, while a nice man, was not the right man for his Tonks. She deserved someone who could make her laugh as well as making her cry.
He debated with himself for the entire trip, leaving the storms for calmer skies without even noticing the difference. The awkward angles of the Burrow guided him to his destination without much problem and he barely let his feet touch the ground before he was at the door.
“Hello? Anyone home?”
There was a bump from the first floor and the sound of running feet. “Charlie? Charlie!” A blur of sound and color flew into his arms, knocking him back against the counter. Before he could gain his feet or his breath, Tonks stood in front of him, squealed again, and hugged him close. “I’ve missed you so much. Why didn’t you send me an owl like you promised you would?”
Charlie shook his head, amazed at what he was feeling right now. This was who Svana was talking about. For all his denial over the years, he loved it when Tonks hugged him close. It wasn't just her slim body melding into his contours or the brush of her breasts against his chest or even the smell of her hair as it tickled his chin. No, it was because she made him feel more alive when she was this near. Something sparked from her energy, running through his nerve endings until he understood what it was to be a chameleon, a stranger in every situation. When she was around, he always seemed to pretend to be a boy who wasn’t in love with her. Had for years.
“I meant to, Bug. I really did. Why is it that there is never enough time for the important things?” She leaned back to stare at him, her eyes shadowed. “Dad wrote me about Bill,” he told her to ease some of the tension he felt in her.
“But did he tell you about….” She took a deep breath as if she needed to compose herself. Surely telling him about the man she’d decided to love couldn’t be this serious. “Did he tell you about Dumbledore?”
He listened in horrified silence as she told him what had happened, including the service that had been held for the revered Headmaster this afternoon. He’d missed it by a few scant hours. Suddenly, he knew he couldn’t deal with his new emotions for Tonks at the same time he dealt with the loss of such a great man. Uncurling her arms from around his torso, Charlie burst back through the door he had come through earlier and took to the skies, wondering where the lightening had come from.
