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Sparks In The Rubble Chp 10

Sabine dreamt of flashing lights and racing feet, pain in her back pulling her closer to her surroundings, her subconscious fighting the urge to surface to the waking world. She was trying to run away from something, no, she was running to something. There was a familiar weight in her arms and something ahead of her, something important that she needed to reach.

But as her body stretched forward, reaching out desperately, she was already too far from it; from her dream world. She could barely make out what she was reaching for and all she could see was something of a blue flame dissolving away from her vision.

Sabine stirred, very aware that she was in pain; a lot of it. Puck was immediately at her side, munching on some greens that had been left behind for him. Quickly her memory flooded back and the entire day swept through her mind's eye. Or was it yesterday? How long had she slept for?

"The egg!" Sabine shouted, forgetting herself and bolting upright. "Aggghhh." She cried in pain. It felt as though there was a lightning bolt in her spine, burning and moving like it was alive.

As she fell back to her pillows her descent was softened by a pair of arms.

"Easy, Charlie is working on that. The egg is safe." Said the voice from behind her, easing her into a sitting position.

"Thank you. Ginny, right?" Sabine asked, recognizing her voice from earlier.

Ginny smiled and nodded.

"That would be I. How are you holding up? Hermione left another batch of potions for the pain. Ligon Hound wounds are a class of their own and need a specific batch of brew to fully stop the magic. We are working on getting that together, so just sit tight." Ginny backed away and pulled the stool underneath her.

She was tall and at first glance slender, but it was only her unguarded softness that hid the strength in her framework. She had slightly darker hair than Charlie that cascaded down her face like liquid fire; she was striking.

"Well, I'm hanging in there, definitely trying to process this all, but honestly I'm more relieved to have found you all. I was beginning to think I was never going to find answers." Sabine paused. "How long was I out for?" She said, almost afraid to hear the answer.

"A solid 32 hours, so it is now Wednesday afternoon and from what Charlie has said he’ll be surprised you're already up, magic wounds heal differently on muggles," Ginny explained, tapping her foot furiously on the ground.

"So, what does a gal have to do for some...well...not this." Sabine motioned to the strange junk garage her magical pop-up triage was surrounded by.

Ginny let out a booming laugh and jumped up and clapped her hands together.

"That is something we are working on, well, someone rather."

"Ahem." A stern voice interlude.

"Ah, and there she is. The matriarch herself. Sabine, this is my mother Molly." Ginny did an overly dramatic flourish and bow as Molly Weasley stepped forward, seriousness shrouding her face.

"Oh for Merlin's sake Ginerva. Go back to the house and help your brothers set everything up, Ron just arrived and is already starting in with the others."

"Oh, that's my cue, gotta go kick some arse." Ginny winked at Sabine and made a quick gesture towards the pillows.

Sabine smiled at Ginny and nonchalantly scooped up the chocolate bar she had left her there and slid it into her lap. Ginny again disappeared into thin air and her light presence was swallowed up by Molly's heavy energy.

The stout woman didn't move from her spot. She stared intently at Sabine, who was convinced she was staring at her soul. The woman looked exhausted, dark circles encased her under eyes and her lips pursed together, barely hiding how cracked they were from dehydration.

"Who the bloody hell are you and why have you been searching for my son." Molly was tense and her words were more so.

"Sabine, Sabine DiGasperi. I'm from the states and I, well, I don't even know how to explain….but everyone I asked told me I needed to find Charlie. Him and something about a newt and a salamander, but I tried to explain it was an egg, not a salamander." Sabine explained poorly. She didn't know what to say to the woman or what kind of answer Molly was looking for.

"I am so sorry for all of this and if there was any misunderstanding about my intent in seeking out Charlie. I am eternally grateful and I truly don't think I would be alive right now if it weren’t for him. This wild goose chase that I've been on has been exhausting, but so important to me and from everything everyone I asked told me, Charlie was the man to look for, so I did. I wish I had more than that for you, but it's just the truth." She offered the last of her response and hoped it was enough.

Molly's gaze softened and her body relaxed. Sabine could finally see how lovely she was through her tired complexion. She could see that her face was kissed with laugh lines and her eyes carried tenderness with their gaze.

"Alright. We will get you set up until you are well enough to leave. We are securing your belongings for you from the Inn so you won't have to worry about that. Just keep your fingers out of anything that moves on its own and don't go near the gnomes, they've all been riled up and are wreaking havoc." Molly tutted, though her mind seemed to be elsewhere.

Sabine's mind raced with images of angry ceramic garden gnomes floating around some hedges; the hedges were also floating. She shook the image from her mind.

"Don't touch anything and don't bother the gnomes. I can do that." She affirmed.

"Good. And…." The woman paused and for a fleeting moment, she gave Sabine a pleading look that was quickly replaced with cold sternness. "Don't hurt Charlie."

Molly disappeared and Sabine was left alone unsure as to what the last comment was about but took a mental note of it.

"Alright Puck, it's time to go check this Burrow out."

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thedragonweasley · 2 years

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If you haven't seen the Harry Potter special, watch it. If you loved the books, watch it. It you loved the films, watch it.

I grew up with the books, I lived and grew with the characters, I built so many foundational parts of myself from this story. To have been given this time capsule of a moment. To be able to step into my inner child again and to let her breath air again was so spectacularly life-giving.

I don't know about anyone else, but given the past two years my heart has been feeling like it has been beaten with a bludger.

But having found a repreive from reality in fanfiction I also found magic again. Maybe not the magic Harry or Ron or Hernione weld, but magic that I could weild here in this plane. It was the first time in a long time that I felt, maybe I wasn't drowning. Maybe I could swim.

And sure enough, I can swim. I'm not drowning.

And on this new year and 20th anniversary I watch the special for the series that set the stage for so many parts of my life. It was everything my soul needed it to be.

It was this strange closure I didn't know I needed. I hope if you have the time or are interested, that you sit down and watch it. It was beautiful and brilliant.

Happy new year my friends, may you all find the brilliance in yourselves that I've found in the world again.

#harry potter 20th anniversary #harry potter 20 years #my heart #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #emma watson #daniel radcliffe #rupert grint #hogwarts #hogwarts mystery #dumbledore #fanfiction

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Hi, hello, humans, friends, ERMAGERD.

*vibrates with excitement*

So I just hit 1k reads on ao3 and it may seem silly to some but this is wildly exciting for me. I love this story so much and am so proud of it. I had forgotten what it is like to be so enthralled in a story and how energetically refreshing it can be.

Minus the handful of absolute brain blocks thus far.

I love these characters, I love the journey, I love the plot. It could have 0 hits, and I would still feel this way, but holy shit it's fun to know that other humans have come along for the ride.

If you want a random slice of my brain, some Charlie Weasley, heavy sprinkle of magical creatures and a doxy that will steal your heart please take a look!

Happy Holidays!!!!!

#charlie weasley #charlie+weasley+headcanons #charlie weasley headcanon #weasleys #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #original character #alternate universe #dragons #magical creatures #fantastic beasts

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thedragonweasley · 2 years

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Ok, I just need to take a moment and shout out some advice that was a friggin game changer. After changing my characters name it was like a flood gate had been opened!

So, thank you to all the humans who have offered their experience and suggestions along the way. You have been heard and it has been appreciated.

I dont have writers block, but maybe character block? No, not even that....

I can't seem to write anymore of Sparks in the Rubble because, well, I don't think I like the name of my MC.

There. I said it.

#It’s the things we don’t think of ourselves #It's okay to ask for help #You can do it #thank you #charlie weasley #harry potter #writing block solved

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*Head Canon wiggle*

Charlie and his daughter.

"But papa, if I let them out they won't ever come back and if they never come back I won't be able to tell them I love them." Tears were pouring down her face as she sat in the middle of their yard clutching a jar of butterflies desperately.

Charlie sighed and sat in the warm grass next to her, wiping her tears with his thumb. At first he wasn't sure what to say, she was five now and had an uncanny ability to turn most conversations into a merry-go-round of illogical arguments which almost always left him questioning everything. This time he decided on a different approach.

"Oh, well, I suppose if that is how you show love for something then they will have to remain in the jar then." He said passively, praying to Merlin she wasn't on to him. He picked a long, wide blade of grass, put it between his thumbs, pressed it to his lips and pushed his breath through, making a low whistling sound.

"I will feed them and I will love them forever, I promise." She said, wiping her wet cheeks with her arm.

"I know you will, you have the biggest heart of anyone I know, but butterflies don't live forever do they? How will you love them after they've gone?" He leaned forward and picked a small dandelion, the white remnants of its maturity dancing with the air.

"Oh, um, well, I think I would maybe love them how we love Uncle Fred." She had the jar lifted and peered inward, watching the iridescent wings flutter.

Charlie's heart ached terribly at her answer while at the same time wincing from how painfully excellent of an answer that was. He watched her think intently at the glass comfine and found himself wondering what she was thinking.

"We do those things to remember him because we don't have him here with us, but the butterflies, they are here and need to be loved in a different way." He scooted ever so slightly towards her and watched the creatures with her , letting himself be part of the moment.

"My absolute dearest one, if we hold on to things out of fear of losing them, then we could lose a little bit of ourselves instead, and that's no good is it?" He placed his hands over hers and lowered the jar, she gazed at him with welling eyes.

"Would they be unhappy?" She finally asked.

"Yes," said Charlie "I would think very. Look at the space around us, the space they are meant to occupy, and then think how strange it may be to suddenly occupy the space of a pickling jar. I don't think you would ever truly want to be the reason another living being felt that way." He gazed at her and took in her off-kilter mess of curls atop her head and the wildly intense look on her face; if she thought any harder she might burst.

"It's like this dandelion" He said, holding it up and twirling its stem between his fingers, "I love these flowers, and I would very much like to keep this and hold onto it. But if I did that then all of these little bits would never have a chance to be taken by the wind to create more dandelions."

Charlie breathed deep and blew onto the flower, sending its tendrils off to be lifted by the breeze. They spun effortlessly in the air as they were led to their new path on the wind.

He heard a small sniffle and looked down to see her slowly unscrewing the lid to the jar; he smiled brilliantly, hiding it as best he could. He could hear her mutterings to the creatures.

"I love you all and I know it hurts me to let you go, but it would hurt you more if I kept you. So you go now and make more dandelions. I will love you like I do my Uncle and it will be okay, I know it." Her voice was small and tender, it carried with it the unbridled love of a small child.

As she lifted the top the butterflies made their way, one by one, out of the jar. The final two to leave flurried around her face, gracing her cheeks with fluttering kisses before joining the wildflowers. Charlie only just realized that he too was weeping.

"You did so well my love, truly." He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in close, catching a delicate scent of pancake batter and wood shavings. He nuzzled his face deeply into her curls and breathed deeply, his ears rang from the clarity of the moment. Pulling away he brought his arms around his knees and gently nudged himself into her.

"You know, we do actually have to talk about the whole Uncle Fred tributes." He raised his eyebrow as she looked to him with a smug little grin.

"Papa, Uncle George said that the best way to honor his memory is to have one mischief worth managing a day." A quick spark shot across her eyes like a firebolt.

"Ah, I see, so it was Georgie-boy. Well, I think we need to brainstorm some new mischiefs' because catapulting a garden gnome into the bathroom while your mother is drawing a bath, well, we may need to dial it back a bit." He only slightly joked, there were heavy undertones of his "dad" voice.

"Yea," She said leaning into him and picking a wide blade of grass and sticking it between her thumbs "it was epic but the recoil from the catapult sent the recycling cauldron flying into the compost bin. That dumb Cockatrice was over there and he must have sparked from the scare and the whole thing caught on fire and exploded." She said nonchalantly, like it wasn't the first Charlie was hearing of it.

Charlie whipped his head around so quickly he felt a vertebrae pop. Before he could utter a word she was picking up the remnants of the beautiful moment they had just shared together and got to her feet.

"I'm sorry, what?" He said, completely floored.

"I'm okay papa, I mean it's a wreck back there, but I'm fine!" She quickly leaned in and kissed him on the cheek while he was still stunned and began to walk back towards the house

"It's? As in "it is"? As in, it is currently a wreck?" He scrambled to his feet and took off after her, his brain still processing the information.

She giggled heartily and from the depths of her belly as Charlie caught up to her and scooped her into his arms. He showered her with smooches and stern demands for answers.

#no one #my brain #personal au #charlie weasley #charlie weasley headcanon #charlie+weasley+headcanons #fanfiction #harry potter #alternate universe #magicalcreatures #fanfic #hogwarts #hogwarts mystery

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Sparks In The Rubble: Chp 9

Sabine sank into her throne of pillows, feeding herself chocolate that made her toes tingle warmly. She cracked a piece in half and peered at it suspiciously.

"This is a modern marvel and I would very much like to take a bath in it." She said, eyes locked on the mysterious confection.

"Pfffffffttttt" Charlie spewed the tea he had just sipped across a pile of thesaurus and only just narrowly missed Sabine.

"Oh my gods, I didn't mean-" Sabine started.

"No! No, I know, I just, um, well I did take a bath in it actually." He admitted through his sleeve as he wiped his mouth. Sabine raised an eyebrow at him in suggestive curiosity.

"When I was a kid! I wanted to know if it would do the whole roasty-toasty thing. I don't know, in my head it made sense." He threw a hand on the back of his neck, realizing he probably sounded like a nutter.

"Well? Did it?" He looked back at her, her olive eyes on him, clearly invested in the outcome. He chuckled.

"Yea," He smiled "Yea it did. And I smelt like chocolate for a week."

Sabine broke out in a contented smile and gazed back at the chocolate. "I knew it." She whispered.

"You still with me? Or has Hermione's potion done you in? I don't know if you're aware, but those pillows seem to be consuming you slowly." Charlie joked but hoped perhaps Sabine would give in to sleep. She had been fighting it for the past hour and he was at a complete loss for where she was getting the willpower from. Between the wound, blood loss and then being told all of this he had no idea how she hadn't gone into shock again.

"Mmmmm" She snuggled into a massively large pillow that Charlie had used engorgio on at Sabine's request. "You are a wizard, you love dragons, like really really love dragons; you are an actual dragonologist with a plethora of magical animal knowledge, hence why I was directed to you. Am I on track so far? " She asked through resting eyes.

"So far so good " He responded.

"You think the egg is connected to an assignment you're on from the bossy magic people."

"Ministry of- oh forget it, that is honestly more accurate."

"And you don't know why these creatures keep finding me, but you think Hermione has some suspicions. And you won't tell me about your fancy magic world."

"I mean when you put it that way it doesn't sound like I was very helpful." Charlie paused and leaned in towards Sabine, seriousness claiming his face. "Sabine, I promise you I am going to help with this dragon."

"I know, I can see it in your eyes, it's important to you too. I just, I have to make sure it's safe, I don't know why or how to explain it. It's just so important." Sabine could feel her eyes getting heavy. She had held rest at bay and knew she couldn't do it for much longer.

"It's all so strange, I always somehow know what to do for these creatures. I didn't know it was a dragon egg until tonight but I knew I needed to keep it warm. I had a friend of mine make this whole rig for it, some fancy thermal technology." She repositioned herself on her side and sank into a pillow breathing slowly to manage the pain.

Charlie stared at her, not knowing what to do. On one hand, he could just take the egg from her and deal with it himself; he knew that's what the ministry would have him do. If he were to report the egg as found he would have to report Sabine as well and while things in the Wizarding world had changed, she was an unaware muggle and that would leave him to have to obliviate her, assuming she wouldn't be handed over to the ministry staff. He had sworn to himself he wasn't going to put himself in this position again.

Now, on the other hand, there was something else going on and he just hadn’t had enough time to figure it out, something more that he hadn’t found yet, something that put his magic on edge. It felt magnetic and urgent. And technically he didn’t actually know if this egg is even a dragon egg let alone the dragon egg he was detailed to locate by the minister himself. There are probably loads of magical eggs that get left on muggle’s doorsteps.

“You do that when you're anxious.”

Charlie snapped out of his trance and looked to Sabine. Puck was ripping the foil bit of the chocolate wrapper and adorning her locks with the reflective pieces. They caught the light from above and dazzled the room with sparks of iridescence. Charlie caught his breath and for a moment forgot about everything but the luminescent stranger in front of him.

“The hands through the hair thing.” She said, mimicking the motion. “I noticed you do it when you are ruminating.”

“Ruminating?” Charlie asked, now hyper-aware that his hand was indeed in his hair.

Sabine laughed shortly, breathing sharply with the pain it brought.

“Are you going to tell me that wizards can fly on literal brooms but you haven’t got therapists?” She laughed again, more mindful of her body, and sighed. She could feel the sleep reaching in, she felt like there was so much more she needed to do and she kept feeling like she was on the clock. She looked around at the beautiful display of Puck’s craftsmanship and smiled.

“Sometimes you don’t need magic for something to be magical.” She whispered, more to herself than to Charlie. Puck stilled for a moment before making his way to her ear to chatter quietly to her. She listened to him, listening for the parts of his language she could understand; she hadn't fully figured it out.

"He keeps going on about a fire. I can't seem to make out the whole thing, but since the egg arrived he has said this bit over and over. He gets all riled up too, pokes me in the temple sometimes...don't really know what that's about." Sabine yawned, unaware of Charlie's intent and fixed gaze.

"You're going to have to share how you figured out his language. " He said.

"A magician never reveals their secrets," Sabine responded. She opened an eye that she didn't remember closing, and squinted skeptically at Charlie upon his clear lack of a response to her joke.

Charlie could tell he was missing something and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Oh come on. Seriously? That's not a thing?" She closed her eyes and gave into her consort of pillows. "It seems my humor is lost on you, Charlie Weasley."

Charlie chuckled and dimmed the light with a quiet incantation.

"No, I don't think it all is." He stood to apparate but lingered for a moment and turned back to Sabine, whose slow and shallow breaths signaled she finally fell asleep.

He smiled, following a stray prism of light, and was reminded that perhaps you really didn't need a spell to see magic.

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favorite ship dynamics:

1) soft, sweet, basically married, just haven’t admitted to themselves or each other yet.

2) Person A is emotionally a skittish feral cat and person B has to gently “pst pst” them into a relationship

#yup pretty much this exactly #sprinkle in some emotional turmoil

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#im dead

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thedragonweasley · 2 years

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Sparks In The Rubble: CHP 8

*fervent waving*

Hi, hello, I have the next Chapter up. I get so jazzed everytime I proofread because, I don't know, I just love this story. Enjoy!

It took Charlie a moment to realize Sabine's gaze was on them; he froze when his head turned and met her eyes, Puck continuing his barrage of blurred arms and discontented shouting until he calmed enough to realize Charlie was no longer fighting back. He kicked Charlie in the chin with two of his legs and grumbled as he followed his gaze towards Sabine. The both of them were frozen and staring.

"You're the angry tomato!" Sabine gasped in realization. Puck responded with a chortled response to her. "Angry red man, same thing." She responded.

"The woman in London sent me on this wild goose chase for a cranky old man who had no clue who I was or what I was talking about and I thought it was all for nothing. But this, " Sabine gestured to the almost assembled bedroom behind Charlie "this is why it was you. She had said 'magical creatures' and I thought she was just referring to their...at the time seemingly magical qualities….but they are magic. And so are you." She felt absurd saying it out loud but she believed it, how could she not.

Charlie stared at her, completely dumbfounded by how calmly she had just deduced and accepted that all.

"Who in the bloody hell are you? And WHAT is the deal with that doxy?" Charlie blurted, avoiding completely confirming the magic use.

"Doxy, that's their species name? Noted. This is Puck, he was my first encounter with a magical creature and he just never left me. He has been my closest friend through this journey." Puck had returned to her side and made his way back into the pocket of her sweater.

"And why did this journey lead you specifically to me? I am not the only wiz-"

"Ahem" Hermoine interrupted, both Sabine and Charlie remembering her presence

"Should I-"

"No, no, she needs her next potion for pain and I'm sure you want to check the wound," Charlie said.

Hermoine had been moving before he finished his sentence, pulling a bulbous glass vial from the tote at her side and putting it in Sabine's hands. Sabine took it, observing the strangely behaving liquid.

"This is high quality and safe, I made it myself and I assure you my capabilities are expert. I, um, I am going to- well I am going to check your injury, there will be discomfort, so make sure to drink that up. Charlie, move her to the bed so I can take care of the dressings."

Charlie gave one final flourish and the quaint mock bedroom settled. He scooped Sabine up off the chair.

"So magical creatures just started showing up at your door?" He asked, trying to not notice the citrus and clove scent that again wafted to him.

" Well, sometimes my door, sometimes through my sink drain, other times they will show up in my barn just intermixed with my animals. Once there was this timid little thing that was living with a herd of horses I had taken in and it took me a week before I even realized he was there and another two before I was able to get to it and help it with a bad infection. Thank you " She said as Charlie gently sat her on the edge of the bed.

Sabine hardly noticed Hermoine working behind her until Charlie had turned red and spun around quickly. Hermoine was shifting Sabine's blouse and it had fallen only just off her shoulder, nothing warranting such a bashful reaction, but she smiled at the modesty.

"So why here? And why me?" He asked, still not sure where he fit into this.

"Well, there was one last visit that made me realize I was woefully and improperly qualified and prepared and I needed help. In general but specifically with this...patient I'll call it. When my research and questions brought me to the UK I realized how much more there was to all of these animals and people that no one else seemed to notice. But it was so hard to explain and I had to show some of these people the….patient… " Sabine paused and looked at Charlie's rapidly tapping foot and fidgeting hands. She shifted slightly in her seat.

"...and the ones who knew what it was either immediately walked off or offered me money...I think they offered me money. But your name came up multiple times and finally a woman mentioned this town and the burrow. " Sabine drew a sharp intake of breath as Hermoine applied salve that stung like nettles.

"And that's how you knew about the burrow, but what did you show them?" Charlie couldn't imagine she would have been able to travel with a creature without some sort of magic.

"Well, I don't actually know yet...it's well, it's an egg."

Charlie had turned around so quickly Sabine barely saw him move. The hands working on her body had stilled.

"Wait, what?" Both Hermoine and Charlie replied in unison.

Charlie had descended upon her swiftly, bringing his face close to hers, his jade eyes piercing through her. It took a moment for Sabine to realize he was assaulting her with questions.

"What does it look like? How big is it? What is the color? Approximately how much does it weigh? If you sing to it does-"

"Charlie." Hermoine gently said, giving him an eye and a thoughtful smile.

He pulled his eyes away from Sabines and nodded at the reminder to slow himself down. As he pulled himself away he stopped to tuck in some loose gauze Bill had wrapped around some mild cuts on her arm. When he brought his eyes to meet hers he saw she was smiling warmly at him, he stood straight and cleared his throat.

"Sorry, it was, I just, I thought it might unravel." His cheeks flushed red, scorching the myriad of freckles fletched across his cheeks, well, his whole face really.

"Thank you, you've been kind, and you have been so hospitable and I will gladly bring the egg to you if you think you can help. But please, for the love of god, can someone please explain why magical creatures keep finding me, why I have this egg and how the actual fuck you set up an entire triage bedroom with, oh you know, A STICK."

She knew it was a wand, at least, she knew that was the name of it. She knew that she had watched a human appear and disappear in front of her and she knew it was magic. But she needed someone else to say it this time because she was quite certain if she did it again someone would hit a laugh track and cameras would come out. However, she had made her way through the young adult fantasy section of the bookstore growing up and this was obviously magic.

"Charlie I am going to leave this bit to you. Sabine, this will heal up nicely, everything you will need for its care is here." Hermoine paused and stilled, stopping in front of Sabine and gently placing her light hands on either shoulder, giving a comforting squeeze.

"It's been absolutely lovely meeting you. Charlie." And with a nod to him she made her way back to the door she clambered through, giving the uncleared pile of objects a strategic glance.

Sabine smiled to herself and gave a small laugh.

"You can do the snappy wormhole jump thing, please don't climb through all of that on my account." She said.

Hermoine snorted and laughed loudly and gave a wave as she did indeed do the snappy wormhole jump thing.

Both Sabine and Charlie gave a loud sigh.

"So, who starts?" He asks her, sliding the stool over to her, stacking pillows so she could comfortably sit up.

"You Charlie, you start." She said, plucking a snoozing Puck from her hair and lying him in her lap.

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thedragonweasley · 2 years

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*tips hat in salutation*

Thank you for the kind welcome, apparently I have some catching up to do.

....I....I didn't know...

When it was slow and aimless and sweet like this, Regulus couldn’t help but think about how a real relationship would be with James, waking up next to him every morning, knowing he’d be there every night.

James’ kisses were like fire, burning Regulus from the inside out, his fingers like magnets pulling them into him, crashing them together like a wave into the shore.

chapter 3 - tmpl

#where have I been?#down the rabbit hole

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These wordsss

James’ kisses were like fire, burning Regulus from the inside out, his fingers like magnets pulling them into him, crashing them together like a wave into the shore.

chapter 3 - tmpl

#i now ship this #furiously looks up regulus #nods head in understanding

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Sparks In Thrle Rubble. CHP 7

"You?! You are Charlie Weasley?" Sabine shouted as loudly as her hurt body would allow. She was losing her strength and suddenly altitude too, but she waved off his help as Charlie stepped towards her to support her. As for the woman who had appeared from thin air, she would address that second, that would be the next thing she processed. Her therapist would be so proud of her.

"Yes, but who are you?" Charlie rebutted gesturing towards her as she slowly eased herself towards the ground, her legs clearly no longer able to support herself. He snorted back a laugh at her, he couldn't help it, she was just disappearing behind the table but was too busy yelling at him to do anything about it.

"-idea how long I've been...how FAR I've...and then you tell me your name is Ron and I'm just going to stay in this antique roadshow of a silo and then SHE" Sabine flails a hand haphazardly at the silent woman who seemed very aware she was about to be in trouble too, but not just with Sabine. "SHE just, you know, APPEARS OUT OF THIN AIR and informs the room that you are in fact Charlie Weasley, the human I have been looking for for a month and a half. Also, how did you know I have been asking all over the country for him?" She turned now to the red-haired woman.

"You know what, you two clearly have some things to clear up so I'm just going to do that thing again and Charlie can, I'm sure, fill you in. Looks like we'll be telling mom, after all, I'll send Hermoine in. At least we won't need that obliviate." She winked and just as suddenly as she appeared she disappeared with an audible snap.

"GINNY" Charlie shouted after her, but he turned and walked over to the table that Sabine now had her chin on, one arm up in an attempt to keep her from completely meeting the ground.

"Come on, let's get you a proper setup. I think we do need to clear some things up and you are going to need something for the pain, those hounds are specialized in spinal wounds and yours was narrowly missed….narrowly" He emphasized.

Sabine flashed him a look to inform him of her still present annoyance at him and her situation, but she extended her free arm towards him to accept his help. She had begun to feel the pain and it was becoming more uncomfortable as the moments passed.

"So you did see those creatures. That….flare gun….it didn't...you didn't hurt them further did you?" She was mildly relieved that she at least knew he had seen them but had been starting to feel anxiety creep into her chest at the thought of them being injured and then left.

Charlie stopped, midway through helping Sabine and stared at her, wisps of his hair falling over his eyes.

"They...the um…" He couldn't seem to find his words, he had been caught off guard by her question and was pleasantly surprised by the concern resting in her eyes, he hadn't quite noticed her eyes before.

Charlie cleared his throat and brought Sabine vertical again as he scooped her up, placing his arms strategically around her wound.

"The male was stunned mildly but there wouldn't be any lasting damage." He wanted to say so much more about the hounds, but he still needed to figure out what she was doing with that doxy, why she could see the other creatures and why in the bloody hell had she been looking for him so desperately. He could easily think of 5 or 6 witches just as capable as himself that were in the area regularly. So why would she be referred to himself specifically, who exactly did the referring? But Sabine needed pain management and rest so the interrogation would have to wait.

"Thank you, Charlie." She said as he placed her in the inflatable chair so he could get a bed set up. "But what about the female? She was injured prior to you coming and I'm fairly sure she was gestating...pregnant, I think she was pregnant." Sabine clarified when Charlie raised an eyebrow at her. "And they were both so thin, is that normal for their species? Ouch." She whimpered at her pain.

Charlie lingered over perhaps a moment longer than he should have but then released her into the chair. Her eyes pierced through him and he didn't know why it made him so nervous.

"No, it's not, none of their behavior was normal. They don't generally hunt in a mated pair like that and they aren't even from this country originally and there are supposed to be only two left….things have been...off with mag-er with the creatures. " Charlie wasn't sure how to broach the subject of what she did and didn't know and he needed to get her set up for the night.

"Can you um, can you turn around? I need to get everything set up and...well…" He thought he would be better at this but every time he looked at her his palms got all sweaty and he choked on his words. He couldn't figure out if it was all the blood on her clothes or the intense way her eyes cut through him.

"Is it for the same reason you haven't explained the appearing and disappearing woman?" Sabine asked, reminding him gently that she hadn't forgotten.

"Yes." He answered.

There was a soft knock coming from one of the walls."Hello? Charlie? Oh, bloody hell."

There was an avalanche of erasers and what appeared to be a case of sneakers, the left ones. Sabine turned to see what had caused the noise. Off to the side, Charlie still out of her vision, was a woman attempting to slide through a door that had been covered by the miscellaneous items.

Suddenly there was a blur of blue from where the fallen items had come from and a familiar chattering filled the air.

"Puck!" Sabine called, the pain beginning to sear again. Her small companion ignored her and flew straight for Charlie; Sabine, not thinking, let her gaze follow the creature. She immediately forgot about Puck and gaped, open-mouthed at the scene in front of her.

Puck was harassing Charlie's face, thrashing all four arms and yelling something about getting the fire or starting the fire. She couldn't keep her attention on it because Charlie Weasley, while fighting off his assailant, had his burnt arm raised, holding a stick yet again. But this time she wasn't concerned about that, it was the menagerie of floating items that had her stunned.

Above Charlie flew an assortment of items ranging from small pieces of furniture to linens. They weaved in and out of each other's way while traveling to their intended location, slowly building what she realized was a makeshift bedroom. Sabine tore her eyes away from the airborne bed frame and returned to Charlie who seemed to be the conductor, the stick being the baton…..the stick….suddenly it clicked.

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AU where after after Voldemort decides that it’s the Potter’s that the prophecy is referring to, James and Lily fake Lily’s death while she’s still pregnant, so Voldemort thinks that Harry and Lily are dead, and then James just kind of drops out of the war because no one would expect him to be alright after Lily dies, and they move to Finland and they feel a little guilty, but their baby was literally marked for death by Voldemort so like, not too guilty and they live.

Meanwhile, Regulus, who also isn’t going to die in this AU, doesn’t go to destroy the horcrux on his own but instead goes to Dumbledore and confirms a theory that he already had. Together, he and Regulus (and the order probs) hunt down the horcruxes and destroy them and Voldemort faces Dumbledore a mortal man and dies.

And then everything is great because Lily and James come out of hiding and everyone is really happy that Lily’s not dead, and surprise they now have two babies because what else were they going to do in Finland, and Sirius and Regulus make up and are best bros again and Peter never betrays anyone because he never had to choose between his fears and his friends, and Remus doesn’t loose all his friends in one night and Neville grows up with Frank and Alice who weren’t tortured by Bellatrix.

Doesn’t that just sound wonderful?

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Head boy, head girl, head over heels

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Sparks In The Rubble Chp 6

Time for a SitR update! Happy readying!

Red flashes were playing in her mind, and pain, so much pain. Everything had gone dark for Sabine but she was still there in a small, far away, kind of way. She had felt something slice through her back, though she couldn't think of what, and someone had been there, at the end, just before it went dark. And just after the red flashes. She remembered something electric dancing across her skin.

She had felt something wrap itself around her as if trying to hold her together and then a moment of indescribable pressure. It felt as though every atom that she was comprised of had folded in on themselves and then shoved through something very small. It was suffocating and in that same instant, she was being ripped back outwards. It left her mouth dry and her stomach-churning.

There was still pressure wrapped around her and voices somewhere far away. Her mind played the red flashes again and the pain seared through her body and into her mind. Again there was the nauseating sensation from before.

The pain had pulled her closer to the surface, her voice trying to rip itself out of her chest. Then she felt cool steady hands and a release from what had been around her, the pain waning. More voices and then it went quiet, like a blanket was placed over her body and her mind. It was warm and soft and tingled slightly.

She was pulled from the silence by a familiar voice, no a familiar sound. No, there were both. Her mind was clawing desperately to get out. She knew the sound and needed to get to it, it was important to her, she knew that.

"Puck...no…."

That was all she could muster, but she was closer to her body now. Her dear friend was distressed. She felt him nestling into her neck and she let her mind ease back into the darkness. But not before whispering her name.

Slowly her quiet hibernation stirred. She felt fully present in her body, her aching, hurting body. Sabine willed her mind's gears to start turning again, she desperately needed to get her bearings.

Just start with your toes, just wiggle your toes. She felt her toes move and felt relief rush over her. There was no spinal damage if she could do that, at least not that she had found yet. She moved on to her legs then checked her fingers, arms, and neck. When Sabine was confident she had control of all her extremities she fluttered her eyes open.

Everything was spinning and woefully out of focus and it all looked dim and cluttered and it smelt like things that had been sitting on shelves for too long. She blinked rapidly in hopes it would readjust her vision, but all it did was make her aware of the intense throbbing in her forehead.

"Mmmm…." She moaned.

There was a gentle brushing sensation on the side of her face near her right temple. She winced a smile and leaned toward her companion.

"I'm alright Puck, I'm alright. I'm so sorry, I don't know what I've gotten us into. But shit it hurts."

With her vision returning and the awareness of the dull aching in her back, she was beginning to remember what had happened. She remembered the hills and the bird, the damned bird, she remembered the animals that hunted her, and the red light that flew past her. There was a man there...but it was fuzzy there, it hadn't quite come back yet.

"Where are we? What on earth?" Her vision finally caught up and she saw that they were surrounded by the most bizarre collection of things she had ever laid her eyes on. It was chaotic and made absolutely no sense. Kitchen appliances, garden tools, car parts, two buckets of showerheads, and a questionably authentic box of grenades. She made a mental note of that.

Her back ached for a soft surface as she realized, for the first time, that she was laying on what looked to be a very long kitchen table, she was certain there was a fork at the other end. Sabine tested some movement and gave a small attempt to roll onto her side. There was pain, but it was not as hot and sharp as she had remembered it being earlier, so she chanced a real attempt at sitting up. Puck fluttered near her, talking to her in his grumbly little language as he did. She caught something about a nasty red man that yelled at him, that or something about a sad tomato, she wasn't sure.

Her body was stiff to move, but she did it. It seemed there indeed had been a wound, Sabine's clothes were rather covered in dry blood. She fiddled with the knot she had tied her skirt into when she had been looking for the screaming bird, but it was no use, the blood would have to be soaked out. As she played with her skirt she noticed her ankle was cleared up and the wound had been treated.

"Puck, the bite! It's gone! Your species is a bit different here." They had encountered a nest of what seemed to be the same or at least similar species to Puck. They seemed to hive together as his nest did and their anatomy was almost exactly the same, though Puck had a more humanoid appearance and their intellectual capabilities vastly different. It seemed the ones native to this country hadn't formed an auditory language or and type of social system.

So when they stumbled into the nest Puck wasn't able to quell them, and Sabine got bit, which wouldn't have been too bad but as it turned out their venom didn't respond to the salve she had made for Pucks venom. That was when, on top of everything else that was already at stake, finding Charlie Weasley became even more important.

Charlie, why was that name dancing with red light in her mind?

Sabine could feel that her wound had been tended to, her back had been treated with an anesthetic and bandaged well, there was a tautness to her movement that made her think there were sutures. The care was appreciated and welcome. As Sabine moved closer to the edge of the table she could feel that there was a deepness to the wound that danced around her spine, aching and dull.

She was fully sitting up now and gently stretching her legs when she noticed a blue heap near her on the table. She lifted it and immediately smiled, slipping her cold arms into it. A piece of paper and the stick she had grabbed to defend herself with had been lying underneath. She laughed at her poor choice of weapons, twirling it around in her hand. She picked up the paper that seemed to have a note on it.

Sabine had only just set her sight on the words when something clapped so loudly behind her; she screamed. Jumping up she pivoted to see, what now, was sneaking up on her, her heart beating furiously in her ribcage. Much to her dismay, she realized that she had, again, seized the damn stick and held it in front of herself, trembling.

But this time she was pointing it at a man, he was standing a bit away and the setting sun was doing no favors for her still recovering vision. But it seemed he too was also pointing a stick at her. She was hallucinating clearly.

"Why do you keep pointing sticks at things?" He asked her, his voice calm and steady.

"You are literally also pointing a stick. Also, WHO ARE YOU." She shouted at the man who was now coming closer, she could make out a tousled head of orange hair.

"So you don't know what this is." His stick-pointing hand fell to his side. He paused, clearly disappointed in something, and stuck his branch of the feeble variety in some compartment on his belt. His disappointment seemed to be a short-lived moment because Sabine watched him make a quip of a sigh and straighten himself up, taking a few more steps towards her.

Just behind him was a pile of what looked to be linens, definitely some gauze sticking out and vials of sorts. Sabine assumed he must have been carrying it all and dropped it when he heard the loud clap. Or perhaps him dropping it was the noise.

"I'm Ch-Ron. My name is Ron" He repeated. "I found you on my family's property getting attacked by some animals and I brought you here to be cared for. A close friend is an excellent healer and I swear to you I verbalized things as they came and asked your consent. You did respond, your condition was critical and it seemed wasting any time could have been dangerous."

At this point, "Ron" had made his way to about 10 feet from the opposite her from the table. He had a handsome face, kind and concerned, his brow set determinedly as he clarified his actions. The hair atop his head was tousled though it was neat on the sides, she guessed he ran his hands through it often. Several scars on his face were visible and up his arm was the most intriguing burn scar she had ever encountered.

Starting at the tips of his fingers and seeming to stretch past his sleeve that he had rolled up near his elbow. The scars themselves resembled flames and were clearly from a high-intensity burn, maybe an isolated explosion. She was surprised by how little damage there was to his limb, judging by the nature of the scar something of that caliber should have mangled his arm.

Sabine felt some of her anxiety ebb away. This man, Ron, was clearly only helping, and as she watched him fidgeting with his hands she realized how anxious he seemed to be as well.

"Ron, thank you. I can tell this was a bad wound and I don't think I would be standing if you hadn't been there. So, thank you." Sabine let her posture relax and she let herself slide into an old blow-up chair from the '90s. She let herself have a moment of nostalgia until the dull pain reminded her of where she was again.

"Oh, wow, I was right! It is a blanket with sleeves!" "Ron," remarked excitedly, gazing at Sabine.

She looked down, forgetting what she had slipped over herself earlier.

"I'm sorry, are you not familiar with snuggies? Why did you even buy it!?" Sabine laughed gently.

She habitually went to pat the pocket in her sweater where Puck went when people were around and realized he hadn't returned to it when company arrived. She tried to casually look around without alerting this Ron gentleman. They hadn't addressed the creature that had attacked her yet, but she wasn't going to bring them up. She couldn't chance him being someone that wasn't aware of the creatures coming to her. It seemed nothing good came of people knowing, it wasn't safe for them or the animals. She didn't know enough yet.

"Oh no, this is my parents' home, my dad collects m….materials that he finds particularly….fascinating. I, um, I just thought it would be warm in case you needed something while I got things for a cot ready. But I can of course bring you wherever you need to go if you would like to recover elsewhere." He was scooping up the items piled on the ground.

Sabine watched him wrap his arms around everything and something in her back ached.

She thought of making her way back in the dark, but the chance of any more creature encounters was too high. She decided it would be best to stay.

"If you do have a cot in the works I believe I'll take you up on it. I wouldn't be opposed to eating." Sabine recognized she was in no danger and just wanted to rest and think. Maybe Ron would know where she could find this elusive Weasley man. But she would breach that subject tomorrow after she put some thought into how that conversation was going to go.

"I, um, is there any chance I could get a fresh set of clothes? These are a bit, well, bloody. How much blood did I lose?" She asked.

His face went quiet and his hands twitched slightly.

"It was so much…." But he snapped out of it quickly and quieted his twitching by fidgeting with something on his pants. "But we were able to get you here just in time, like I said my friend is an excellent healer."

"Yes you did mention, will I be able to thank this friend or will I be living the remainder of my stay here in this garage...it's a garage, right? Also, where is here?" Sabine hadn't found any sign or indication of a location, but if he had been able to get her to help so quickly then they couldn't be far from where she was and he did mention she was on his property.

"I think that would be alright." He answered, shuffling his fidgeting hand through his hair. "As I said before, it's my family's home, not that far from where I found you. I am trying to work out logistics for your stay tonight, we have a particularly full house….but I'm going to get a proper bed for you and you are probably due for some more pain relief. I'm going to pop back into the burrow and grab my friend and a few more things, the clothes too."

Sabine was pulled out of her train of thought about where Puck was and whipped her head back to Ron.

"I'm sorry what did you just say?" She asked, the only thing she was focused on was his words.

"You should probably take mo-"

"No, about where you were going." She cut him off sharply.

He eyed her cautiously.

"The burrow? It's just a name we gave the house and property." He wasn't sure why that information was at all pertinent.

Sabine opened her mouth and was about to lay waste to him with a barrage of questions when yet again a sharp sound interjected, not nearly as loud as the one earlier.

But this time it wasn't just a noise, it was a person. An entire person appeared out of absolutely nothing. She was tall, slender, and athletic, orange hair to match, and was absolutely killing it in a wicked leather jacket. Sabine's head was trying to process the event when the woman turned, completely missing Sabine and started speaking excitedly.

"Charlie, you absolutely will not believe this, the Sabine woman, she was the one asking all over the blasted country for you."

"WAIT WHAT!." Both Charlie Weasley and Sabine DiGasperi burst out in unison. Sabines' voice was quite clearly louder than Charlie's.

The two made eye contact, Sabine ripping with rage and Charlie slowly backing away towards the exit.

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