#charlie/tonks

[cabin07slytherinblogs]

I’ve been doing a lot of research on the wizarding world and here are some canon things I have found out that I didn’t know

Molly and Arthur did not go to school with the marauders. They started in 1961.

Gideon and Fabian were between the ages of 31-41 when they died, I thought they were young like James and Lily. Molly is 2 years younger then them.

Bellatrix, Narcissa, and Andromeda all went to school with Molly and Arthur but they were sorted into Slytherin while Molly and Arthur were sorted into Gryffindor.

Bill was born in 1970, Charlie in 1972, Percy in 1976, Fred and George in 1978, Ron in 1980, and Ginny in 1981.

Molly and Arthur didn’t know that they were having a daughter until Ginny was born.

Hermione Granger is the oldest out of the three friends.

Rowling confirmed Dumbledore’s sexuality

Grindelwald and Voldemort weren’t fighting for the same things

Tom Riddle was conceived under a love potion. Some even say that’s why he can’t feel love.

Hermione became minister of magic

James and Lily had Harry at 19/20 years old

Molly and Arthur married right away after Hogwarts not wanting to waste time. They’ve been together for over 50 years (honestly goals) They also had 12 grandchildren. 5 grandsons and 7 granddaughters.

Hermione’s name means messenger.

The original timeline for the original 7 books/8 movies is 1991-1998

Remus Lupin was bitten by Greyback at age 4 (which I knew) but he was bitten because his father, Lyall, said some pretty nasty/hateful comments about werewolves in front of Greyback so he snuck into Remus’s room and attacked him as revenge

[marmotish]

Can you please draw Charlie Weasley in a Dragon Onesie? 🐉

bonus Tonks because ✨Cousin Antics™✨

[fiona-lawton]

Aaaaand more art I did for Hogwarts Mystery back in 2018!

[lilyerida]

Summer holidays with Tonks and Charlie

[wizarding-world-povs]

Just something about reading Harry Potter.

For the first time you read it, you go through a whirlpool of emotions, the characters you were rooting for die, the number of events that happen, etc, that just shape you in a way.

However, the next time you read it, you encounter the characters all over again. You understand them all over again.

You understand Snape's resentment to Harry.

You understand that Petunia still loved Lily even though she denied it.

You understand the lengths Snape went through to protect Harry.

You meet Sirius Black. You meet Remus Lupin. You meet Peter Pettigrew. You meet James Potter. You meet the Marauders.

You meet Ron, Hermione, Harry. You meet Draco, Narcissa, Andromeda. You meet Molly, Arthur, Tonks. You meet those who sacrificed themselves, you meet those who've been so changed and altered by the events that took place, they're almost unrecognisable. You meet those who lived to tell their tales.

And you meet the people you hate — Umbridge, Fudge, Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson.

You meet so many people, you form so many relationships — you love some of these people, and you hate some of these people.

The first time you read Harry Potter? The emotions you feel are of hope, of happiness, of a childish innocence.

The second time you read it, however? You are filled with longing, a yearning, a dread for all the lives lost that you cannot save, that you cannot bring back. You've matured now, and you know what will happen next.

You are filled with a sense of home for what would never be.

And the next time you read it, the same emotions conflict you. You feel a sense of love, laughter, happiness, joy, mourning, grief, yearning, loathing... you feel a sense of home, a sense of love, a sense of warmth.

Just like Harry did at Hogwarts.

[spooky-albi-bumblebee]

I don’t like a lot of HP fanon but I love the whole Charlie & Tonks friendship thing. Like yes they do have matching dragon tattoos. Tonks was definitely one of Charlie’s friends who smuggled Norbert out of Scotland

[keykeep]

Kinktober Day 19- Truth or Dare- Charlie Weasley

warning: master/slave,anal,female masturbation,blowjob.

“Can we play with your hair?” You and Tonks asked Bill Weasley who was perched on the floor with you, Tonks and Charlie playing Truth or Dare. “Fine” he mumbles as you and Tonks wave your wands changing colours and styles until you land on green pig tails. You two giggling and satisfied with leaving his hair like that.

“Okay, my turn” Bill announces to the room, “Charlie, truth or dare?” “Truth,” he says to his older brother. “Who's your favourite sibling?” laughter filled the room as Charlie replied, “you Bill” he mumbles to his proud brother.

“Okay, Dears, we are going to bed don't be too loud you'll wake the kids” Molly announces to the room as Arthur and Molly hug their sons before departing from the room.

“Now the real fun can begin” Bill announced rubbing his hands together.

Charlie looked around the room before landing on you, “truth or dare?” feeling the intense gaze of everyone in the room you answered with truth as Charlie raised his eyebrows and said “neck, ear or nipple which do you prefer to have nibbled on?” a chorus of ooh’s went around the room.

“Neck” you mumbled softly, you turned to Tonks to ask truth or dare and there was no surprise when she picked dare. “Tonks, perform a sexy dance in front of everyone” “only if you do it too” she announced pulling you to your feet.

You and Tonks danced for the brothers who were mesmerized by your moves from the stay of your hips to your shaking of your breasts judging from the smiles on their faces and their hands covering their crotches. They thoroughly enjoyed it.

Sitting back down Tonks turned to Charlie and asked him truth or dare, he picked truth as Tonks leaned closer and said “who was the last person you dreamt about?” Charlie's freckled face flushed as his eyes met yours as he said your name. Tonks and Bill grilling Charlie about the contents of this dream as you continued staring at him your cheeks burning. Charlie replied “I’ve fucked her in loads of positions” which made you smile.

Truthfully, you had a crush on the Weasley and loved his dedication to dragons and Quidditch, but you always thought he wouldn't ever see you as anything more than a friend.

He turned to you asking you the burning question, This time you chose dare. He nodded announcing “touch yourself until your next turn” everyone looked at you as your eyes grew. “Here? In front of everyone,” he looked at Bill and Tonks before turning back to you and nodded.

You lifted your skirt until it was bunched around your waist as your fingers slid between your thighs, your gaze fixated on Charlie you slid your fingers into the waistband of your panties working your fingers into your cunt letting out a small moan at the feeling.

With a shaky breath you gave Tonks her next dare. “Make out with Bill” you dared, as you gently stroked yourself as spread the moisture around your cunt. Before alternating between teasing your clit to plunging deep inside yourself.

As they turn to each other you keep your gaze on Charlie who is palming his erect cock through his pants. You push a finger inside you as you begin to pump them in and out as fast as you can.

Your back arches as you release sharp intakes of air and mumbled words of pleasure. Your legs shake as cum flows down leaving a wet patch on the floor.

Conveniently it was Bill's turn to tell you a dare. “Become a slave for 10 minutes to Charlie” you slid closer to him as you cup his face in your hands, “Master I'm all yours” he swears under his breath before he kisses you pulling you flush against him, “on your knees, now?” He said breathlessly as you knelt before him. “Open wide” you obeyed his command letting your lips part as his erect cock slips into your mouth slowly. You painstakingly run your tongue all over the sensitive head of his cock.

You moan at the luscious taste. You began to lower your mouth on his cock inch by inch getting as much of his cock as your throat could handle. His strong hands gripped your hair as your tongue ran around his tip to his shaft in one long lick. You start to raise and lower your mouth over him sucking at him as he grunts in approval. His hands on your hair dictate how much his thrusting into your mouth.

When Charlie suddenly stopped you “god I want you to taste my cum, but I also want to fuck you so badly, get on all fours” you obeyed his command getting in position and awaiting your next instruction. You felt Calloused hands stroking your ass as he rubbed lube onto his hard cock.

He pressed his cock against your ass, not yet inside you as he slowly inserted himself inside you as you took him in as your body stretched to accommodate his big cock. You felt him move inside you pushing himself in deeper until his moving in long strokes.

You moaned his name as you felt his hips flush against your ass, as he thrusts in and out of you. His hand moves to your clit stimulating that in rhythm with his thrusts. His intense pounding and the pressure on your clit was too much, as you felt yourself tighten, whole body shaking as your orgasm approached. 

The pounding continued until you felt Charlie still, him emptying himself inside you as his body shook through his own orgasm. You pulled apart bodies dripping with sweat. As the room became clearer you looked up to see Tonks and Bill pleasuring themselves to the scene in front of them. 

“Fuck, that was hot” Tonks moaned as she bucked her hips against her hand trying to get deeper. Your eyes went to Bill who had his erect cock in his hand stroking it from shaft to tip with his head tilted back.

You turned to Charlie as you were now filled with determination. A new mission for years to come, You waned to replay every dream Charlie had about you with him. But one thig is for certain, you didn’t care if you had an audience or not as long as you had Charlie Weasley. 

[cursedwithwords]

In a perfect world Teddy’s godparents would be Charlie/Chiara or Bill/Fleur, but I don't think fandom's ready for that conversation yet tbh.

[weasley-clan]

Aurors and Dragons

Chapter 2/?? - The Confrontation

(Charlie Weasley x f!reader)

Description: The hunt for the alleged dragon smuggler, Charlie Weasley, begins. After a heated conversation with your family, you’re really not in the mood for anything that doesn’t involve you cuddled up in your bed. Of course, Tonks doesn’t see it that way. After all, you have someone to find, and she has a lead. You’re hesitant to arrest your old friend, but when you and Tonks find a familiar mop of red hair (in a shady bar, no less), it seems you have no choice.

Taglist: @k-k-merlin @wisteria-blooms @sh-12h57 @idkwimdahyd @windrider0657-90283 @atomictyphoonkitten (Let me know if I missed you, or if you want to be added!)

Word Count: 3.1k

Sorry for the wait on this one. It was originally supposed to be a short chapter, but I decided to just go ahead and merge chapters 2 and 3 into one big chapter, so this became longer than anticipated. I hope you think it was worth the wait!

Warnings: None, probably

It had been two days since the notice was posted in the Auror’s office. Two days since Charlie Weasley had been branded a crook. Tonks convinced you to take the job, so those two days had been spent going through travel records, floo history, and anything else to find the now infamous dragon smuggler. Despite your obvious reluctance to believe Charlie could be a criminal, the case progressed steadily. But even now, while you sit at your desk with Tonks, studiously going over your notes, something still feels wrong.

“Do you think something about this is… weird?” You ask, not for the first time. Tonks sighs. “You asked that fifteen minutes ago.” “I’m telling you, something’s strange about this!” Tonks brushes her hair off her face and looks at you, temporarily forgetting the smuggling activities chart she’d been studying. You look down sullenly, thinking she is going to scold you again for not staying on track. Instead, Tonks sighs. “Y/N, listen. I know you don’t want to believe that Charlie could be a dragon smuggler.” You start to deny it, but Tonks continues, “And maybe he isn’t, but we can’t confirm anything unless we find him, right?” You give her a mumbled ‘yes’. It seems to satisfy her, because she shifts her attention back to her chart. The rest of the day passes much the same; and with every Auror in the area now on the hunt for Britain’s newest criminal, you can’t find a single moment of respite. Eventually, it’s late enough that you can excuse yourself to go home. Not that home had been any better. Despite the past two days being filled with investigations and inquiries, there were apparently still enough hours in the day left for your parents to express their disdain for your case. Not eager to face their condescending remarks, you take the long way home, completely ignoring the fact that you could be home in an instant if you wanted to. As you exit the ministry and merge into the flow of muggles moving down the street, you let yourself think, as you’ve done the past two days. What do you know about Charlie Weasley? Immediately, the athletic redhead from Hogwarts pops into your mind. Could you possibly have to arrest the same boy who’d once sat with you in the Great Hall? You sigh. That possibility was seeming ever more likely. You spend the entire walk home lost in you thoughts, until you almost walk smack into your front door. “Crud,” you breathe. Slowly you push open the door, careful not to make a sound. You know something is off as soon as you walk through the door. The lights in the dining room are turned down low, like at one of the society parties your mother hosted when you were a kid. Sounds drifted over to you, and could you hear… laughter? Despite your plan to sneak into you room and avoid your parents, you find yourself peering around the doorframe. You expect to see one of your father’s poker games, or even your mother’s friends, but instead you see your parents engaged in giddy conversation. Your mother’s head is thrown back in a heartfelt giggle. The rare sight makes your breath catch. Your mother’s head pivots, and she locks eyes with you. The change is instantaneous. As soon as your mother’s eyes find yours, the laughter leaves. In its place, disapproval burns. Your father follows your mother’s gaze, noticing you. “Ah, Y/N! Come sit with us! We haven’t seen you in a few days.” Your mother scoffs. You smile, hoping it doesn’t look as fake as it feels. “No thanks, I already ate,” you lie. “At least talk to us for a bit. You’ve been so absorbed in your, er, work.” The mention of your job brings a sort of strangled sound to his voice. Any refusal you were about to make was cut off by your mother, who abruptly said, “Really, dare, sit and talk to me for a bit.” You would still rather refuse, but the cold, distant look in your mother’s eyes tells you that it wouldn’t be a good idea. You pull out the chair farthest from your parents and sit down. “See, Bellatrix!” Your father chortles. “She still has time to eat dinner with her family!” You shift uncomfortably in your seat. The food on the table is seemingly forgotten by all three people at the table. Your mother stares at you, her green eyes boring into your head as you refuse to meet her gaze. Your father is the first to start the conversation. “Been busy, have you?” he asked.

       “Hmm? Oh, yes, I guess I have.” You fidget absentmindedly with a fork on the table. ‘Just sit here for a few minutes, then you can leave,’ you tell yourself. It works, for a little bit. But then your father brings up work and your mother’s head shoots up.

        “So, Y/N,” She says. “Are you and your, ah, friend still tracking down that Weasley boy?”

        “Yes.”

        “I don’t see the appeal in your profession, dear, but I must say that I always knew the Weasleys were a bad lot.”

You clench your fists under the table. ‘I’m not going to let my big, fat mouth get ahead of me,’ you think. “If you say so, Mother.” 

        She clicks her tongue. “Such a disgrace to pureblood families. But of course, you don’t care about that, do you Y/N? Not with the company you keep.”

        You forced yourself to breathe in and out before you replied. Your mother was not going to make you lose your temper. “I find the company I keep to be quite a welcome respite from other sorts.” 

        Your mother’s nostrils flare, and you smile inwardly. 

Your father looks uncomfortable. “Er, Bella, how about we--”

He doesn’t get to finish. Your mother is already leaning forward, snapping out her words. “I suppose you need any company you can find in your profession, dear,” She pushes her frizzy black hair off of her face and continues, “I don’t see any other reason why you’d associate with the bloodlines that you do.”

“Perhaps their bloodline isn’t the problem.”

        Bellatrix laughs. “Not the problem? Take the Weasley boy for example. Always knew one of those boys would meet a sticky end.”

        You stand abruptly. “Sticky end? And what makes you think that, Mother?” 

        “He’s been accused of the crime, has he not?” She smiled, knowing she’d finally gotten under your skin. 

        You slam your hands down onto the table. “If it’s alright with you,” you manage to bark out, “I think I’ll be in my room with Sneep, someone civilized.” Sneep is your house elf. You know your mother will hate being called less civilized than the ‘help’. With that, you march out of the room, up the spiral staircase in the main room, and throw open your door. You immediately plop into your chair in the corner of the room and close your eyes, willing everything around you to disappear.

❀❀❀

You don’t know how long you sat in that little, comforting corner, but it was long enough for your house elf to bring you your now half-empty cup of chamomile tea. As you sit cross-legged at your desk, breathing in the thick steam wafting up from your cup, you hesitantly remember the conversation that happened only moments ago. Why had you reacted so irrationally? It had only made the situation worse. Stupid Lestrange flair for dramatics. It seemed to be the only thing you ever inherited from your parents. “What am I doing in this family?” You groan. The wind outside your window rushes past, masking your lament in it’s sound.

Suddenly, the wind isn't the only noise in the room. “You tell me,” a voice chirps from behind you.

“MERLIN’S BLOODY NAME!” You shriek. You jump out of your seat and  whip around and find yourself face to face with an oh-so-familiar grin. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Tonks laughs. 

“What are you doing here?” You shriek.

Tonks rolls her eyes. “Nice to see you, too.”

“No, really,” You take a deep breath, trying to calm your heartbeat, “what are you doing here?”

“You’re just mad that I scared you,” Tonks pouts, playfully plopping down into your chair. 

You cross your arms. “Yes, but that’s beside the point.”

“Fair enough,” Tonks chuckles. “I figured you’d want to see something.”

“Wait, wait,” You sigh. It was hard enough to collect your thoughts without Tonks here to distract you. “Is this going to be, like, a normal thing now?”

Tonks stands up, smiling. “What ever could you mean?” 

“You know what I mean. This is the second time you’ve showed up out of the blue at my house in a week. Please don’t make this a common occurrence.” Tonks’s shifty smile is all you need to know that this will not, in fact, be her last surprise visit. “I have awful taste in people,” you sigh jokingly.

“Hey! I’m a great person!” Tonks says. “You’re just lucky I’m awesome enough to come all this way to tell you about something I found.”

You look at the ceiling, exasperated. “Fine. What is it this time?” You look back down, but Tonks is gone. 

“This way, c’mon!” Tonks calls from the other side of the room. She points to the open window, and a broom waiting just outside. Noting your shocked expression, she scoffs. “You didn’t think I walked here, did you?”

You shake off your surprise. “No, I’m just surprised you were able to sneak in at all. You’re the clumsiest person alive.” You cross the room and stare at the broom. It’s Tonks’s Comet Two-Sixty, there’s no way it can hold you both…

“Well you are utterly unobservant,” Tonks retorts. “C’mon, now! Lets,” she grabs your wrist, “go!” Tonks jumps out the window, landing with a thump on the broom. Your landing is even less graceful, shaking the broom and sending you sliding forward into Tonks’s back. “Ow,” she mumbles.

“Tonks,” you breathe, still winded from your shaky landing, “this broom can’t hold both of us for long.” “It’s not supposed to!” She says, pushing her pink hair out of her eyes. Slowly, she pushes down on the broom, sending you both floating towards the ground. When your toes brush against the grass, Tonks jumps off the broom, landing unsteadily on the ground. Without a word, she stalks straight over to a flower bush right up against the wall of the manor, sticks her arm in, and rummages around. Petals fall off the flowers in white and pink flurries, but Tonks still  looks for something.

“Er, Tonks?” You call. “I’m not sure what you’re doing, exactly, but could you possibly try not to kill my mother’s orchids?” 

“Hmm? Oh, here it is!” Your friend jumps up triumphantly, holding another broom in her hand. It’s covered in leaves and flower petals, but the sleek black handle and twisting seat make it unmistakeable.

“Tonks,” you start, “did you steal my broom?!” The broom in her hands is definitely yours; it was custom made. It is one of the only things you ever used your parents’ money to get yourself. With it’s black body and golden frame, there is no mistaking your Firebolt. 

“I didn’t steal it if it never left your property, did I?” Tonks points out, thrusting the broom into your hands. “Besides, I know better. That broom is practically the love of your life,” she smirks. 

“Ha ha, very funny,” you mumble. You know she’s not wrong, though.

“Anyway,” Tonks says, “you’ll need that to get where we’re going.”

Confused, you grip the handle of your broom more stiffly in your hand. “Why can’t we just apparate there?” you ask, knitting your eyebrows together.

“First of all,” Tonks explains, “that’d be boring. Second,” she cuts off your protest, “that wouldn’t work anyway. It’s got protective charms on it.”

Tonks mounts her Comet. You follow suit, planting your feet firmly on either side of your broom. “Where exactly is this thing you want to show me?” Protective charms weren’t unusual by any means. They just weren’t usually far away enough to warrant a broom ride. “And, follow up, what is the thing you want to show me?”

Tonks grins, kicks off the ground, and shoots into the already darkening sky. “Follow me if you really want to know!” She calls down.

You kick off the ground an instant later, muttering under your breath. Didn’t Tonks ever have any mode other than annoyingly vague? ‘Of course not,’ you think. ‘That’s why she’s your best friend.’ Your hair blows across your face and down your back in the wind. Tonks may have gotten a head start, but her broom is no match for yours and she’s already only a few feet away.

“So!” She yells over the wind. “I expect you’re wondering where we’re going!” “Obviously!” you shout, probably louder than required.

Tonks glances over her shoulder, watching you pull your broom up beside hers. “I’ll tell you, I promise, but I just want to hear your guesses first,” she says.

“What? No! Just tell me!” Hasn’t she already been infuriating enough for one night? She must enjoy annoying you. But Tonks doesn’t budge. Her (currently golden) eyes flick from the ground below to your frown. “Ugh,” you moan. “Fine. Is it another loose jarvey?”

Tonks rolls her eyes. “Not even close.”

“Doxy swarm?”

“Nope.”

“Dragons? Again?”

“Are you even trying?”

You huff. Your breath puffs out in a cloud. Tonks smirks at  you from her broom. “Is it something boring?” you ask.

Tonks looks affronted. “Of course not! Since when is anything to do with me boring?”

You nod. “Right, right. Is it…” Tonks looks at you, her eyes glinting with anticipation. “Smugglers?” you offer half-heartedly. You were running out of plausible ideas.

“Closer,” Tonks prompts. “Try thinking of a specific smuggler, though…”

Your eyes scrunch in confusion. A specific smuggler? But who--

You gasp as realisation dawns. “No way,” you manage.

“Yes way,” Tonks croons. 

“There is no way you already found him!” You exclaim. If she meant who you thought she meant, well…

Tonks smiles, avoiding your wide-eyed gaze. You squint through your hair, which the wind is violently throwing everywhere. Tonks glances over at you. “Just to be clear,” she yells against the wind, “we are talking about the same person, right?”

“We’d better be,” you bark out. You need her to say it, to say the name you want to hear.

“Because if you’re wrong,” Tonks continues, “you’re in for a shock.”

“Just tell me who it is!” You cry. 

“I know the location of our oh-so-elusive dragon smuggler right now.” She pauses, letting her words soak in. “I know where Charlie Weasley is.”

“No way,” you mutter. “Tonks, you’re incredible.”

She tosses her pink hair over her shoulder. “I know, right?”

“But how did you find him? It’s only been three days!” You think back to the hours you spent hunched over reports and statements, hoping for a clue. How did Tonks already manage to find Charlie?

Tonks smiles sheepishly. “You’d be surprised what pub owners tell you if you look like the right person.” To prove her point, Tonks melts into Kingsley Shacklebolt, the minister of magic.

“And this random pub owner didn’t think it was odd that the Minister of Magic suddenly showed up at their door?” you ask sarcastically.

Kingsley-Tonks frowns. “Well, honestly, I think they were drunk.”

You chuckle. “Of course they were.”

Tonks melts back into herself. “I don’t know if you’re implying that I got them drunk, or that I couldn’t tell they were drunk. Either way, consider me insulted.” With that, she speeds away and beckons for you to follow.

Tonks flies for several minutes, occasionally pausing to check her direction, and you follow close behind. You know you could out fly her if you wanted, but she still hasn’t actually told you where you’re going. The big manors from your little street have long since vanished, now replaced by rolling hills. The sky darkens until the moon and stars give off the only light, but Tonks still heads quickly towards… Well, you’re not sure exactly. Towards Charlie, apparently. You don’t even have a single clue where you’re going until you spy the crooked tops of several tall, grey buildings. The moonlight gives the slanting roofs a dusty look and makes the windows seem fogged. ‘Gee,’ you think. ‘Looks like a criminal hotspot.’ That thought makes you realise; If Charlie is here, aren’t you going to have to arrest him? You’d forgotten about that. This whole time, you’d just been thinking of Charlie as your friend from school instead of a dragon smuggler. ‘That still doesn’t make sense,’ you muse. Surely if Charlie was a dragon smuggler, he’d have been able to do a better job than this, right? He knows enough about dragons to fill a whole library, and yet he still did such a half-hearted job?

“We’re here,” Tonks says, pulling you slowly out of your thoughts.

“Where is here?” you ask. The spindly buildings get closer and your heart beats faster. Assuming Tonks is right, every inch you fly towards these buildings is another inch closer to Charlie. 

“Uh,” Tonks mutters, “I think it’s called Warbleshire.”

“But you’re not sure?” You ask, sceptical.

“It’s a muggle town!” She cries. “I do not know the name of every muggle town in Britain! There’s just so many.”

You chuckle lightly to yourself, but the soft laughter doesn’t reach all the way into your eyes the way it normally does when you’re with Tonks. Instead, your stomach drops as you plummet to the ground after her, touching down on the brittle grass without a sound. You feel like your knees are made of lead, or maybe jello. Tonks clumsily dismounts her broom and looks off towards the muggle town. It’s only a mile or so away now. A mile from Charlie, you think.

Tonks dusts herself off. “That was not my best landing,” she smiles. When she looks up, she holds out her hand for your broom. 

“What are you doing with them?” You ask suspiciously. Last time you willingly gave Tonks your Firebolt, it ended up stuck in the spires of the Ministry’s Games and Sports section. 

Tonks just rolls her eyes. “I’m hiding them. Don’t worry,” she adds, seeing your expression, “you’ll get it back soon enough.” She shakes her hand impatiently.

You’re still skeptical, but any feeling of reluctance you’d normally feel is cancelled out by sheer anticipation. With a sigh, you thrust your broom into Tonks’s outstretched palm. She closes her fingers around the handle and gently tosses both her broom and yours into a nearby bush. “There,” she says, clapping her hands together, “all hidden." You roll your eyes. The ends of the brooms still stick out of the bush and the gold on your trim shines brightly in the moonlight. But for all intents and purposes, this will do. Or maybe you're just eager to find Charlie, you think. You’re practically buzzing from all the excitement inside the pit of your stomach, but either Tonks is unaware, or she enjoys watching you squirm impatiently. Finally, your friend smirks cheekily. “Alright,” she sighs. “I suppose I’ve kept you on the hook long enough.”

With a snide glance in your direction, Tonks starts walking towards the muggle village.

You hardly even notice the trek to the muggle town. Even in the dark, all you can see is Charlie as you remember him from your school days. Charlie in his Quidditch uniform, racing around the pitch, Charlie in the library, sleeping over a stack of books on dragons, Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.

“Y/N? Are you still here? Earth to Y/N!” Tonks abruptly slaps you across the face. 

“Hey!” You protest, jerked out of your thoughts. “Why did you do that?”

She grins wildly. “Because we’re here!”

Your friend motions behind her. You didn’t even notice you’d walked into the very back of the muggle town already. The building Tonks was pointing to was… seedy, at best. It was a pub with a long, swinging sign that read ‘The Jumping Jarvey’. The doorway was shadowed and there was definitely something about it that screamed ‘illegal’. Why would Charlie be here?

You decide to voice your thoughts. “Is Charlie really here?” You can’t quite keep the tension out of your voice. 

Tonks doesn’t seem to notice. She nods vigorously. “Oh, yeah. Definitely the right place.”

You sigh. “Okay then. Let’s go.”

With Tonks by your side, you enter the pub. The clientele inside the dilapidated structure are even more suspicious looking than the pub itself. You can tell just from looking that at leats half of them are witches and wizards. Their poorly concealed wands and long cloaks give them away almost instantly.

But everything else fades when you spot the mop of red hair at the bar.

Tonks looks at you, her eyes wide. ‘We’ve got him,’ she mouths. You send her a shaky thumbs up. As quickly as you can, you both head into the shadows of the back wall, watching your mark and never letting your eyes leave the tell-tale hair.

You stay like that for what seems like forever. You’re just beginning to wonder if you shouldn’t just arrest him now--because that’s what you came to do, after all--when Charlie stands slowly and heads towards the door.

You send Tonks a glance and nod towards your target. Tonks gets what you're trying to say immediately. In unison, you both follow Charlie inconspicuously. And by inconspicuously, you mean acting like two drunken witches stumbling out of the pub.

Exactly according to plan, Charlie suspects nothing and continues out the door. When he makes a sharp left upon exiting the pub, you and Tonks quickly follow him, staying silent and hidden in the shadows.

Well, not exactly silent.

Tonks trips over a stick about thirty seconds into your chase. Charlie whips around, wand in hand, red hair flying like fire, and you are quick to react. Before you even have time to think, your own wand is out and pointed at your old schoolmate. You hear yourself yell, "Expelliarmus!"

Charlie's wand goes flying from his hand and he stands rooted to the spot. You don't give him time to even turn his head to look for his wand before you pounce.

In one swift movement, your body is pressed against his back, holding his hands in place while you hold your wand point to his neck. "By order of the Minister of Magic, you are under arrest for illegal dragon smuggling."

You hear Charlie's ragged breathing slowly calm down, and for the first time, you get a good look at his face. His features are hard and jagged, and his face is covered in freckles. His chocolate brown eyes are wide and very convincingly shocked looking.

“What in-- wait- Tonks?!” he asks incredulously, finally recognizing your clumsy partner. 

Tonks smiles grimly. “Hey, Charlie. Long time no see. Though I do with it had been under better circumstances that we met again."

Charlie laughs. Wait, what? He's being placed under arrest, and he thinks now is an appropriate time to laugh? "Whew," he breathes, "and here I was thinking I was in trouble. Surely you know I couldn't have done what they're all saying I did! So can you just tell your friend to get their wand out of my windpipe and we can sit down and talk like people!"

You laugh. "Likely story."

Charlie struggles against your grip. You feel his body wriggling beneath yours and are instantly grateful for the darkness that hides your face. "Hang on," you hear him muse, "I know your voice... Oh! Y/N!"

You blink, shocked and impressed. "Uh, yeah. It's me."

Charlie breaks into another fit of laughter. "Whew! Man, I got lucky tonight! Arrested by two people who can't possibly believe I'm guilty!"

Tonks and you exchange glances. Charlie's laughter trails off. "Merlin's beard... you guys don't really think I smuggled that dragon into Britain, do you?"

You bite your lip, suddenly unsure of what to. You shake your head. No, no, no. Charlie is guilty... right?

Even Tonks seems unsure. She looks at you. "Y'know," she muses, "I hadn't really given it much thought, but that dragon Charlie supposedly brought in... well, it wouldn't survive out here in Britain. I don't think-"

"No!" You interrupt. "Tonks, he's lying! We've heard it a dozen times before!"

Charlie squirms in your arms, and suddenly his body twists around and his front is pressed against yours. Your faces are a breath apart, and you can feel his heartbeat pounding its rhythm into your own chest. "Y/N... Come on. You've known me since... well, forever! I would never do anything that would potentially hurt a dragon! You must know that's true."

The way he stares at you with his puppy eyes makes your knees weak, but you ignore the feeling. "I..." You trail off as you realize he's right. The Charlie you know would never bring a dragon somewhere it couldn't survive. But someone did bring the dragon in, and Charlie was your best--no, your only suspect. "Charlie, I want to believe you. I do." You look at the hopeful expression in his face and almost lose your resolve. How can one person possibly have so much power in one glance?

"But?" he prompts.

You struggle to find the words. "But... I just... we can't..."

"Oh, for crying out loud!" Tonks exclaims. "Y/N, I think he's telling the truth!"

Charlie grins at you, and in the darkness, you see the stars in the sky reflected in his eyes. He blinks once, and his long lashes brush against his skin. In barely a whisper, he asks you, "You'll help, right?"

How can one person make you so irrational?

Read Chapter 1 here!

Chapter 3: A White Lie (Coming Soon!)

[hphm-jeniferltheman]

"Now that I know my brother is safe, will I finally bring peace to the people of Hogwarts from the curse?"

The End of Something Beautiful

And the Start of Something Terrible

After gathering at the Great Hall, Jeniferl could not stop wondering about many things

One is how she'll start this year without Professor Rakepick.

She still calls her professor despite everything she's done. She just wanted her to know the reason behind her actions and apologize to the people she hurt.

Another is that she still couldn't stop thinking about Jacob.

She may have finally found and save him but he disappear again without making any contact to her the whole summer. But now she knows that he's alive gives her a little bit of peace in mind.

Speaking of someone who didn't make any contact, Ben was also nowhere to be seen despite her and Rowan looking for him the whole summer.

They felt like he's been avoiding them, especially Jeniferl. But Jeni blames herself again cause she though that he has become more scared after what she brought them into. She become worried about how she was bringing him to danger in their relationship.

And after a strange man took her suddenly and swore to secrecy during Bill's celebration last school year, she can only keep this thoughts on to herself. She rather do a lot of helping instead to the people she caused trouble to find her brother and find the last cursed vault as soon as possible to end the curse.

Though Rowan notice how Jeniferl was too worried and thinking more about others without even thinking about herself. She can see that Jeniferl is carrying too many responsibility even though its just their first day of of sixth year. So she wanted her to take a break in her own way, by touring her around Hogwarts.

They are already sixth year and too late for a tour around Hogwarts but Rowan thought that Jeni has been too occupied that she didn't have time to enjoy the beauty of the castle like how she sees it. Rowan tour her around, inform her about the facts and details like she's a Professor touring her first year students. Seeing this makes Jeniferl happy and, for a bit, forget her worries and enjoyed her time with Rowan.

"I can already see now that Rowan will become a wonderful Professor in the future"

Jeniferl thought as she felt a strange shiver when she passes the window...

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phew, would have been better to make a comic of this one but this is already enough for me~ dammit i don't have the time to draw anymore (╥﹏╥) But finishing this lighten the weight of wips that i've been carrying in my head~~

Gotta clear my mind and prepare for board review and exam soon y'know... pray for me...

But i will still draw some scenes especially before year 6, and my ocs from other hogwarts games... So thanks for reaching this far, hope you had fun reading this adorable moment... for now... 0-0

[marmotish]

Bruh the face all of the Weasley boys must have pulled when any of them overheard or learned about Ginny complaining to Harry/Hermione that she wished Bill would marry Tonks instead of Fleur.

I know when I read that part in the book when I was younger, I was like “…but aren’t they kinda related????”

Your Charlie/Tonks/sometimes Bill interactions give me life, btw. 😊

oh to be a fly on the wall when Tonks found out that someone actually thought she and Bill should have gotten together 😂

[fiona-lawton]

Commissions for Hogwarts Mystery I did back in 2018! (1/2)

[akaryuga]

Happy 5th anniversary!🎉🎉🎉

**They just drinking butterbeer don't worry**

I try draw all the friends characters is more than 30 so I can’t tag them all sorry Dobby, Hagrid and my big brother.

I still can’t believe this game can actually survive 5 years woヾ(●゜▽゜●)♡thank you HPHM for bringing Merula into my life.

2018/04/26 is also the first time I meet Merula.

And this year 2023/04/26 I also became a Twitch Partner When I drew this! It's just like Merula giving me a gift for our anniversary ヽ(o´∀`)ﾉ♪♬ Next year we'll be celebrating two things in one day!

Don't worry I'm still here loving Merula, I will post more drawings soon when I finish my Vtuber debut stuff." orz

I actually draw some little comic & ask on stream but just didn’t finish the translation yet. TuT too much things need to do.

BTW all my viewer know how much I love Merula ｡:.ﾟヽ(*´∀`)ﾉﾟ.:｡I feel happy that more people know our best witch ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／hehehe

Feel free to come to visit me on twitch! Not really good at English but I will try my best to talk with you! ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

[picklesonjupiter]

Can we all forget about mauraders era for a second and think about Bill's era?

Everything we could get from that time period:

Severus teaching in his 20s.

Bill Weasley (love him)

Charlie Weasley (best dragon boy)

Nymphadora Tonks

Teen generation dealing with the aftermath of the first war.

We could explore more about how Severus became more confident in his teaching job.

Headcanon: Bill Weasley loves DADA and tells Professor Snape and he becomes his favorite student and the only likable Gryffindor.

Tonks causing trouble when she transforms into her classmates and professors.

There is just so much we could play with.

[rolloroberson]

The Rolling Stones performing “Honky Tonk Women” photographed by Jim Marshall.

[stella-323]

Adult Andre look so cool! 😯

They didn't change much in badeea but i love her Outfit 😻