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Be My Escape	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3625 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-I.
- 2-II.
- 3-III.
- 4-IV.
- 5-V.
- 6-VI.
- 7-VII.
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A/N: Another from the
christmas gift list. I am working from memory here, so if there are
any warnings that should be included in the description of the story
that aren't, let me know and I will add them.

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Inspired by: 'Be My Escape' by
Relient K

Gift fic for: hairsprayx12
with special thanks to starstruck86.

I.

“Mum, seriously. Enough is enough,” Charlie
complained, swatting at his mother's wand.

Molly put her hands on her hips and huffed. “Charlie
Weasley, you can't start a new job looking like a, like a hobo!”

“Mum, I'm just going to be coaching Quidditch and
giving flying lessons. I really don't think anyone cares whether or
not my ears are clearly visible.”

In the corner, Bill snickered.

“Can it, you!” Charlie protested. “Or
I'm going to sick her on your ponytail next.”

Molly turned, about ready to chide Bill about his long
haircut for the billionth time when her eldest son held his hands up
with a laugh. “No can do, Mum. Fleur likes it this way,
y'understand.”

Molly relented on Bill's part. She'd secretly accepted
long ago that there would be no way to rid him of the long hair, or
the French wife, who really wasn't all that bad once you got to know
her, even if she made a wretched first impression. She turned back
to Charlie, “but you, Mister, don't have a wife's personal
tastes to account for.”

“What about my own personal tastes? Don't they
matter?” Charlie complained. He tried not to. He really did.
He never used to, but he'd lived on his own in Romania for so long,
and coming home to be near his family after Fred's death was hard on
him. He had all these habits that living alone had settled firmly
into his life and sacrificing them was turning out to be a real
battle. First his privacy went out the window, then his late nights,
and now his mother wanted the ultimate sacrifice – his shaggy
hair. He had kept his mouth shut all summer, laughed it all off on
account of someone needed to be laughing around the house and
everyone would expect it to be him, but even Charlie had a thin line
and his mother had crossed it. “The hair stays, mum. That's
final. But if you really want to help, this scarf has seen better
days.” He held up one of Molly's hand-knit scarves that had a
nice burn hole through the middle of it.

“Oh, you!” she sighed, snatching it and
tromping out of the room to fix it for him. “Boys will be boys,
I guess,” she sighed.

The two eldest Weasley boys listened to her footsteps
until she was safely downstairs and out of earshot.

“When was the last time you wore that scarf?”
Bill asked.

“1988?” Charlie guessed as he flopped onto
the bed with a heavy sigh. “But for love of Merlin, don't tell
her that.”

Bill waved it off. “Are you kidding? I have a pair
of gloves I haven't worn since I was fifteen that I still
throw at her for a patch-up every now and again. She can't help it
though. She needs distractions now.” His expression turned from
bemused to saddened at that and the conversation took on a more
serious tone. “It's good to have you home, Char, really. I
know you hate it, but it means the world to mum and dad. And I'll
admit that I'm glad to see you here, too, even if it's not what you
want to hear.”

Charlie shrugged exhaustively. “I used to think
you were nuts when you dropped your whole life to come back here
during the war,” he admitted. “You loved Egypt. And the
war was happening everywhere, you know?”

“I love my family more than I love treasure
hunting,” Bill answered with a shrug. “I got out in the
world, spread my wings, and I had a good run of it, but nothing lasts
forever.”

“Yeah, I get that. Now. Too little, too late,
though.” He sighed.

Fred. He kept thinking, 'what if I'd been in England.
What if I'd gotten to Hogwarts sooner? Could I have somehow saved
him?' He knew that wasn't sensible and everyone probably felt
the same – if they'd done just that one thing differently, who
would still be alive today? But knowing how pointless it was didn't
change how much he thought about it, and it certainly didn't change
how sick to his stomach he'd felt burying a little brother. The
Weasley family was notably quieter without the slightly more evil
twin, and they all missed him terribly. Charlie didn't think he had a
choice when all was said and done; he had to come home. His love of
dragons aside, his love of freedom aside, he loved his family most of
all, and they had to come first. In the end, he and Bill had a lot
more in common than red hair and a little bit of blood: they were
exactly the same type - loyal. There was a time for freedom and
adventure, and then, there was a time to grow up. Still, that didn't
mean he didn't hate it, and it didn't mean the bedroom he'd grown up
in felt like home.

Bill sat down on the bed beside him. The gesture in
itself was really all his big brother had to say.

“It's cool,” Charlie said. “I just
haven't quite gotten my head around it all yet. I keep expecting to
wake up in Romania and realize this was all some horrible nightmare.”

Bill smiled. “Yeah, well, life is like that
sometimes.”

“I know what you're going to say. It gets
better, right?” Charlie quipped.

“Actually, I was going to say you get used to
it.”

“Gee, thanks for the pep talk,” Charlie
drawled. 'You get used to it,' didn't sound promising at all. It
might be good enough for Bill, but for Charlie – he didn't
think a horrible nightmare was something he ever wanted to get used
to. He loved his family. Really, he did – more than anything!
That's why he was here in the first place. But there were days he
wondered if 'more than anything' was really enough.

“No problem,” Bill answered with a bemused
smile. “I'm just awesome like that. Better get your head on
straight, Char. Hogwarts Express leaves in, what? Three hours? Have
you got everything packed?”

Charlie sighed. “I'm starting to think taking
Madam Hooch's old job was a rotten idea after all.”

“Nah. You'll be great,” Bill answered.
“Lots of fresh air, a fair mix of company and freedom, and
plenty of pie.” He pat Charlie's podgy stomach and jumped back
as the younger brother swatted at him.

“Bite me, Bill,” Charlie said. “We
can't all be beanpoles like you.”

“Rather hope not,” Bill answered. “Life
would be rather boring if we were all the same.”

Charlie laughed warmly. It was the first real laugh
he'd let loose in a while. “Well, I guess you've got me
there.”
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