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Philoprogentiveness	By : Brissygirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13561 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Thanks to, red_day_dawning, for the pre-beta read through and comments, helping to make this a better story. And thanks for my beta book7brokemybrain. If you would like a reply to your review email me at brissygirl(dot)80@gmail(dot)com More notes at the end.

Chapter summary: Charlie gets a letter from Severus about Harry’s fall, and rushes home.

Philoprogenitiveness

Dear Charlie,

I am sorry to interrupt your business trip, but Harry fell from his broom yesterday afternoon. Do not panic--he was in the back garden with me. Poppy Pomfrey has checked him over, and apart from a concussion he appears fine.

I do not want to worry you but there is a rather unexpected reason as to why Harry fell. Poppy has confined him to bed rest. Charlie, we need you at home. Please come as soon as you can.

We have missed you and are awaiting your return.

All our love,

Severus

Charlie had to read the letter several times to try and understand what Severus wasn’t saying. He knew why his husband didn’t include it in the letter-- if anyone besides himself got hold of the letter it would be sent to every wizarding news publication in Europe. The fact that it was about Harry was a guarantee that newspapers and magazines would be sold in the hundreds of thousands.

However, Charlie knew he had to get home as soon as possible and find out what was wrong with their beloved young bond-mate. He couldn’t understand why Harry would fall from his broom in the first place. The only time he’d ever fallen from his broom was when he was still at Hogwarts, and the Dementors attacked him in the middle of a Quidditch game.

Charlie went to the Romanian Ministry and arranged an emergency portkey back to Britain.

The Romanian portkey authority had been dealing with Charlie for years, since before he returned to Britain to be with Harry.

While Charlie and Harry were still dating, the couple would often come to Charlie’s dragon reserve. Since his encounter with the horntail during his fourth year, Harry had a very healthy respect for dragons. If he told his then boyfriend to stay back because the dragon they were observing was showing signs of becoming distressed due to their presence in its pen, Harry would comply immediately.

When they found Severus recovering from war wounds in a Swiss Hospital, both Harry and Charlie agreed they would see to his care by paying his hospital bills.

After Severus had recovered enough to be released from Hospital, he’d come home with Harry and Charlie. When the rest of the Weasley clan found out Severus was alive, Molly wanted nothing more than to fuss over him and thank Severus repeatedly for keeping Harry safe over the years.

Molly’s fussing only served to rile the former Professor. Severus had never been one to mince words, something both his husbands loved and admired about him. But even Charlie knew his mother was a master at driving people crazy with her fussing.

Charlie was suddenly snapped from his thoughts--had someone just called his name?

“Mr. Weasley?” the Ministry worker asked.

He was standing at the window of the Romanian portkey authority. The office wasn’t large, just enough room for the two Ministry workers behind the counter and a half dozen Witches or Wizards wanting portkeys. The walls were made of stone and had some kind of wood panelling near the counter, plastered with various sized posters of travel guidelines to various countries.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” Charlie replied.

“I said your portkey is ready, sir.”

Charlie dealt with the same person each time he needed a portkey. Her husband was one of the managers at his reserve. She’d gone to Hogwarts and been in the same year as Percy. But at the moment, he couldn’t remember her name for the life of him.

“Thank you. When does it activate?” he sighed.

“It will activate at midday. You will be transported to the British Ministry. They are expecting you, Mr. Weasley. Minister Shacklebolt will meet you personally.”

“Okay, that’s bad. He must know something’s wrong with Harry. Which means my entire family knows what’s wrong with my husband before I do!”

“You are taking an emergency portkey, Mr, Weasley. From what I understand, you and your family have been friends with Minister Shacklebolt for several years. I’m sure he just wants to know what’s so urgent,” the Ministry worker placated.

“Perhaps you’re right,” he sighed. “You said the portkey activates at midday?”

“Yes, sir. That’s about ten minutes from now,” the worker said handing Charlie an old hat.

“Is there some way I can contact my husbands, to let them know I’m coming home?”

“Of course, Mr. Weasley.” The Ministry worker went and got a quill, parchment and an envelope for Charlie to use. “Here you go, sir. The envelope is charmed the same way as a portkey. It will arrive at its destination within moments of being sent,” the worker smiled.

“Thank you for all your help,” Charlie said.

“You’re welcome, Mr. Weasley.”

Charlie took the quill, parchment and envelope and wrote a short message to Severus and Harry.

My Dear Husbands,

I’ll be home this afternoon. My portkey activates at midday and Kingsley is meeting me when I arrive at the British Ministry.

I’ve missed you both terribly, and can’t wait to see you.

All my love,

Charlie

He put the letter in the envelope and sealed it with a tap of his wand that also addressed it.

Within seconds of the envelope being sealed, it glowed blue then disappeared.

A few minutes later Charlie’s portkey home activated and he felt that familiar pull behind his navel, before being plunged into darkness.

When Charlie regained his awareness he was in the British Ministry, and Minister for Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, was standing in front of him with a broad smile on his face.

“Charlie, how are you?” Kingsley greeted with that deep rumbling voice.

“I’m fine Kingsley, thanks for asking. How about yourself?”

“I’m good thanks, Charlie.”

“Was there something you wanted? I really need to get home.”

“Of course. I was just wondering if everything was alright. You had to get an emergency portkey.” Kingsley said.

“I don’t really know what’s going on myself, yet. All I know is that Harry fell from his broom yesterday. You know how the press are about us. Severus had to be vague in his letter.”

“Harry is a fantastic flyer, why would he fall?” At the look on Charlie’s face, Kingsley quickly changed tack. “I’m sorry Charlie, you must be eager to get home. Tell Harry I said hello and to get well and give my regards to Severus.”

“Thank you, Kingsley. I will.” Charlie left the warded office of the portkey authority, and found the nearest apparition point. He spun and Disapparated with a crack.

Charlie arrived a few yards from their large countryside property. When they first bought the estate, the three of them were being hounded by reporters. So much so that Severus set the wards so that no one could Apparate in. Thinking about who was waiting inside for him had Charlie grinning like a Cheshire cat. He’d always thought the best part of going away was coming home again.

Their home was a grand old Manor; it had a basement, which was converted to a Potions lab, where Severus could brew to his heart’s content. The Manor also had a beautiful conservatory, with floor-to-ceiling stained glass windows overlooking the back garden. In the living room, the huge hearth had ancient runes carved into the stone surrounding it. Severus had informed his husbands that the runes were designed to strengthen the magical bond of the owners.

The Manor was surrounded by dense forest on each side; the backyard was several acres of lush green open grassland, which Harry and Charlie both enjoyed flying in. Just outside the backdoor to the right was Severus’ garden of potions plants. To the left was Harry’s garden of herbs that they used for cooking. The smells that wafted through the house, with the aide of a strong breeze was always enchanting.

If the three of them were ever separated for any length of time, they always missed each other terribly, and Charlie was eager to reunite with the two men he loved more than anything.

He walked the several yards up the cobbled path with a spring in his step. He was home. Through the wards, to the front of the house, unlocked the heavy oak door and went to find Severus and Harry. As he strode through the Manor, Charlie assumed from the letter he received that Harry and Severus would be in their bedroom.

However as soon as Charlie got to the living room, and set down his bag, he saw a familiar head of scruffy black hair, and immediately wondered: What was going on? Why wasn’t Harry in bed?

Charlie approached his youngest husband and said, “I thought you were confined to bed rest?”

Harry spun around and flung himself into waiting arms as he yelled “Charlie!”

A/N: Leave me some suggestions for names that the men can be called when the babies arrive, something besides; father, papa, daddy etc. The description of the Manor is from my fic called First Times. I'm still looking for someone to help me finish this story, if you are interested in finding out more email me at brissygirl(dot)80@gmail(dot)com
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