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Thicker Than Water	By : harriet Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9575 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I don't profess to own any of the characters or plot co-incidents with the Harry Potter series written by JK Rowling, contained within this story. I do neither profit monetarily nor legally from anything contained within these pages.

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“Ronald, I’ve told you not to bring such disgusting creatures to the dinner table!” Mrs. Weasley swatted at the lizard picking bacon off her youngest son’s breakfast plate. Protectively Ron picked up the defenseless creature and stowed him carefully back in the glass auditorium in the living room.
“That’s not just a lizard Mum that’s Artimus Reginald, the head warlock of the Irish council for herbology and he prefers bacon to flies.” Ron snapped as he returned to the kitchen table having secured his latest project inside his temporary home. “If you don’t like me working from home you should have just let me move in with Hermione.” Ron grumbled as his two elder twin brothers stared at him in mockery.
“Work! You mean getting paid for fixing other stupid wizard’s fuck ups.” Fred accused pointedly receiving a firm slap to the back of his head from Mrs. Weasley for his foul mouth.
“Hey, I’m a qualified Mistake Reversal Manager.” Ron persisted throwing a wet piece of kitchen towel at his twin brothers while his mothers’ back was turned.
“MRM, Mistake Reversal Moron, more like. You make more stuff up’s than they do.” George laughed watching as his younger brother’s cheeks pinked a little and his scowl deepened in anger.
“Anyway we’re off to work.” Fred and George Weasley stood up almost simultaneously from the breakfast table their matching purple and red robes the newest additions to their already oversized wardrobe. The joke business was doing a roaring trade and the twin’s had quickly found a way to spend their well earned galleons on clothes even if some of it was in extremely poor taste.
“Do be careful I want no more howlers arriving about your pranks, do you two hear me! Errol is overworked as it is.” Mrs. Weasley called out to her two sons’ as they grabbed their bags and disappeared through the floo. Ron turned back to his unfinished breakfast as Mrs. Weasley leaned out the kitchen window and called her two eldest son’s and their father back inside.
“Morning dear, Gnome’s have bred again this year I’ll have to purchase some spray when we go out.” Mr. Weasley hobbled into the kitchen looking dirty and muddy, and leaning heavily on his walking cane. Mrs. Weasley tutted irritably at her family, all of whom were still either in their pajamas or covered from head to foot in mud from the garden.
“What on earth am I to do with you all?” Mrs Weasley stood at the head of the kitchen table staring at her family, her hands on her hips and her brow creased in a scowl. “And I thought I told you to let Charlie rest a little Arthur, the boy’s been working the past 48 hours without you putting him to work in that garden of yours the moment he steps foot in the house.” With a flick of her wand Mrs. Weasley instantly had the three baths upstairs full of steaming water. “Now the lot of you go upstairs and make yourselves presentable.” Mrs. Weasley pointed with her wand to the stairs her eyebrow raised in challenge to anyone who dared to question her. Reluctantly all four men began to trudge upstairs but before they could go any further the fire roared into life and an unexpected visitor stepped through into the lounge room.
“Oh fucking hell, what a way to ruin my day.” Ron muttered as the familiar tall dark figure swept the soot from his cloak before looking up calmly at the family staring at him.
“Arthur. Molly. Good day to you.” Professor Severus Snape inclined his head politely at the two heads of the household who both smiled at him warmly and welcomed him into their home.
“Severus my dear man, wonderful to see you. It’s been a while.” Arthur Weasley instantly used the excuse of visitors to avoid his bath and limped easily over to the taller wizard and shook his hand ignoring the dirt smeared on his palm.
“Indeed Arthur, too long perhaps.” Severus spoke calmly his gaze flickering from the elder Weasley to his three son’s still standing on the bottom of the stairs.
“So what do we owe the pleasure Professor?” Mrs. Weasley offered her guest a seat but Snape slowly shook his head in polite refusal.
“Business I’m afraid, rather urgent too.” Severus offered quickly his gaze once again focusing on Ron, Charlie and Bill standing at the bottom of the stairs.
“Oh dear, how can we help?” Mr. Weasley inquired, he himself taking the chair meant for Severus tiring quickly from standing for too long on his artificial leg.
“Not you specifically Arthur but I would like to speak with Charlie if I can.” Charlie Weasley sighed inwardly, already tired from traveling most of the night and previous day to get home for summer, as well as helping Bill and his dad in the garden this morning. Reluctantly Charlie nodded, despite being somewhat perplexed by what his old potions professor could possible want with him. “Outside perhaps?” Severus gestured towards the back door of the kitchen acutely aware of the eyes and ears currently listening and watching them. Charlie stepped outside into the warm morning sun and waited till Severus had caught up with him a little way down the back garden before turning to face his ex professor. “I will not sugar coat this Charlie, as I’m sure you’ve seen the papers.” Charlie stared at Snape whose pleasant personality had changed back to its usual cold arrogant persona he was more commonly associated with.
“Yeah, I figured it wouldn’t be long before someone contacted the family. I didn’t expect it to be me.” Charlie muttered as he flicked his un-brushed shoulder length hair back behind his ears in irritation. “Dad hasn’t read the paper yet, so Mum’s keeping it quiet until necessary to tell him. So it’s true?” Charlie inquired watching as Snape rolled back the sleeve of his robe revealing the bleeding, black mark on his forearm. Charlie sighed heavily and turned around to stare out at the fields full of wildflowers. “How could we have missed that?” Charlie snapped. The confirmation of what the papers were reporting reignited the anger and pain he’d taken so many years to make peace with.
“Complacency. We were too busy intercepting Voldemort’s grand schemes that we overlooked the simple plans he’d already put into motion.” Charlie sighed heavily the memory of his dead younger sister lingering in his mind as he turned back to face Snape.
“So what do you want with me?” Charlie muttered his arms automatically folding across his chest in defense, knowing that his family had already sacrificed enough in the last war than to be forced to fight another.
“I need you to tell me where Potter is.” Snape put simply, getting straight to the point of his visit. Charlie laughed sarcastically and shook his head in reply.
“No.” Charlie muttered determinedly already feeling Snape’s prodding of his mind, desperate to get the information he sought. The second eldest Weasley easily pushed off Snape’s attempts at reading his mind.
“I know you’ve found him Charlie, your team’s been talking about it in Diagon Alley, the rumors are already rife about the boy who lived.” Snape stood firm determined to see a successful outcome for his mission. Charlie however had other ideas and shook his head in refusal again.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Professor, I haven’t seen Potter since the end of the war.” Charlie went to push past the elder professor back to the house but Snape was quicker and grabbed hold of Charlie’s upper arm, spinning the younger man around to face him a tight hold of his arm.
“Don’t fuck with me Weasley, this unforeseen glitch in the sickening plan for world peace you all had needs to be stopped before it can go any further and if you don’t want your sister’s death to have been in vain you’ll tell me what I want to know about the boy.” Snape growled low in his throat threateningly, his obsidian eyes locked darkly with Charlie’s. Charlie didn’t flinch under Snape’s gaze having faced worse dragons than Hogwarts own fire breather.
“He’s not a boy anymore Professor, he’s a man and he wants nothing to do with any of us.” With a violent shake of his arm, Charlie broke free of Snape’s strong grasp and turned to stride back up the path towards the house. Too much was at stake however for Severus to just give up and with a silent apology to Merlin spun around, his wand drawn and sent a stunning spell at the Weasley’s unprotected back. Charlie fell like a statue to the ground the instant the curse struck him and Snape ran up the path already taking the blue vial of potion out of his inner cloak pocket. This morning when he’d hurriedly prepared to leave for the Weasley’s home he’d stowed the blue potion in his cloak hoping that it would not be required. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had already come running outside at the sound of the curse crackling through the air but Snape pointed his wand at them threateningly causing the family to stop in their tracks. With the family subdued Snape crouched down over Charlie’s form, the man rigid in petrifaction but his eyes still flickering in acknowledgement of the world around him.
“One more chance Charlie, or I’ll take what I need.” Snape threatened as he uncorked the bottle of potion before flicking his wand at the young man’s mouth so that he could talk.
“He won’t be any use to you, if he even acknowledges your existence.” Charlie spat his mouth moving but with no accompanying facial expressions.
“I’ll take those chances.” Severus muttered as he tilted the bottle threateningly over the young wizard’s mouth.
“He’s living in a flat in Oxford above The Fox’s Den night club. He didn’t tell me much else but I get the impression it’s not a savory place for wizards to be seen so I suggest you lose the get up and blend in.” Snape smiled in success and having recorked the bottle of potion tucked it into his robes again and unfroze Charlie. Severus stepped away from Charlie as the man sat up on the path to rub the graze on his elbows he’d received when he’d fallen to the ground. Molly was instantly over at her son’s side, checking for any lasting injuries. Straightening his robe Severus finally looked up at Arthur Weasley who was staring at him a little sadly. Even if Molly had kept the unhappy truth from her husband until now, Arthur wasn’t stupid and Severus’ silence was enough to tell him what he wanted to know.
“I’m sorry Arthur, Albus will be here as soon as he can remove himself from the arsehole of the Ministry.” Severus went to step away from the house so that he could apperate but Arthur’s voice made him falter and turn back to face the family.
“If you screw us Severus like you did before I will not hesitate to kill you myself and this time I will not miss.” With a knowing stare Severus nodded at Arthur’s threat before turning and disappearing with a sharp crack the eldest Weasley’s words echoing in his mind.
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Authors Note: It's been a very, very long time since I've been here, doing this. Be kind, this is my way of easing back into the fandom before I tackle some of my old stories that need finishing. Also, I'm looking for a new archive for all my works if anyones got any suggestions?
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