{fic} Charlie Weasley and the Maurauder's Map: Prologue
*sighs* I promised myself I would write some of the megabig fic today, but first I'll post what I already wrote:
Charlie Weasley and the Maurauder's Map
Prologue
The Night before Hogwarts
George was crying again. Charlie couldn’t sleep at all; he’d stuff a pillow over his ears or close every door in the Burrow between his room and the nursery, but it didn’t work. It was driving him mad.
When Percy had colic, the doctor told Mr. And Mrs. Weasley that it was impossible for a child to cry all the time, and that he would stop when sleeping or eating. The twins were aware of this. Fred had the day shift, George had the night shift, and there was constant screaming in the house.
Bill obviously had no problems sleeping through the racket, his snores could be heard all through the house. Charlie glared at his sleeping form in the bed next to him. Percy, in the toddler bed on his other side, was sleeping soundly, clutching his stuffed crup with one hand while sucking the thumb of the other. Loudly. Charlie eventually gave up on sleep and stared at the ceiling. The bare rafters in the plaster ceiling had whorls and knots crisscrossing them. With the moonlight hitting them, it looked as though there were faces in the wood. An old wizened wizard here, a ugly baby face there, kicking and screaming while its twin slept, looking deceptively like an angel.
The crying had to stop.
Charlie got out of bed and padded down the hall in his dressing robe. He inched the door of the nursery open and walked over to the second crib. “Hullo, George,” Charlie muttered at the screaming infant in the crib. “What’s bugging you this time? Honestly, George, I have a hard time believing that you could find so much that bothers you this early in your life. I mean, you really only have two problems: being hungry and being wet. That, coupled with the fact that you’re a spiteful git that doesn’t want me to go to sleep and all….”
The infant lessened his cries and kept whimpering loudly while staring at Charlie’s face above him.
“And I really *do* need to go to sleep tonight, because tomorrow is my first day of school, and I need to be rested. Bill *will* make fun of me if I fall asleep on the train: ‘Ickle Chawie hasta taka nappy-wappy?’”
George gurgled at Charlie’s high-pitched imitation of the oldest Weasley brother. Charlie stopped to look at the child. “You know,” he said, brushing a tuft of red hair over George’s head, “you’re really not to bad looking when you are not screaming your head off. Actually rather handsome, I’d say, a bit like meself.” Charlie faked an egocentric air. George chuckled.
“Yes, me lad, when I was yer age, I was the talk of all the girls. Why, I still am! Hafta beat them offa me with a stick. Cooties, ya know. Anyway, I have to break it to you, if you keep making faces like you do crying, you’ll just ruin your good looks. Why, look at Bill, ugliest fellow you’ll ever see, he kept on blubbering when he was a baby, that’s what caused it. So, are you gonna quiet down now or be ugly later?”
It was a rhetorical question, as George was already fast asleep. Charlie shrugged and, too tired to go back to his own bed, curled up in a pile of stuffed animals in the corner and fell fast asleep.
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now i have the sinking feeling that i already posted this before... ow my head
Charlie Weasley and the Maurauder's Map
Prologue
The Night before Hogwarts
George was crying again. Charlie couldn’t sleep at all; he’d stuff a pillow over his ears or close every door in the Burrow between his room and the nursery, but it didn’t work. It was driving him mad.
When Percy had colic, the doctor told Mr. And Mrs. Weasley that it was impossible for a child to cry all the time, and that he would stop when sleeping or eating. The twins were aware of this. Fred had the day shift, George had the night shift, and there was constant screaming in the house.
Bill obviously had no problems sleeping through the racket, his snores could be heard all through the house. Charlie glared at his sleeping form in the bed next to him. Percy, in the toddler bed on his other side, was sleeping soundly, clutching his stuffed crup with one hand while sucking the thumb of the other. Loudly. Charlie eventually gave up on sleep and stared at the ceiling. The bare rafters in the plaster ceiling had whorls and knots crisscrossing them. With the moonlight hitting them, it looked as though there were faces in the wood. An old wizened wizard here, a ugly baby face there, kicking and screaming while its twin slept, looking deceptively like an angel.
The crying had to stop.
Charlie got out of bed and padded down the hall in his dressing robe. He inched the door of the nursery open and walked over to the second crib. “Hullo, George,” Charlie muttered at the screaming infant in the crib. “What’s bugging you this time? Honestly, George, I have a hard time believing that you could find so much that bothers you this early in your life. I mean, you really only have two problems: being hungry and being wet. That, coupled with the fact that you’re a spiteful git that doesn’t want me to go to sleep and all….”
The infant lessened his cries and kept whimpering loudly while staring at Charlie’s face above him.
“And I really *do* need to go to sleep tonight, because tomorrow is my first day of school, and I need to be rested. Bill *will* make fun of me if I fall asleep on the train: ‘Ickle Chawie hasta taka nappy-wappy?’”
George gurgled at Charlie’s high-pitched imitation of the oldest Weasley brother. Charlie stopped to look at the child. “You know,” he said, brushing a tuft of red hair over George’s head, “you’re really not to bad looking when you are not screaming your head off. Actually rather handsome, I’d say, a bit like meself.” Charlie faked an egocentric air. George chuckled.
“Yes, me lad, when I was yer age, I was the talk of all the girls. Why, I still am! Hafta beat them offa me with a stick. Cooties, ya know. Anyway, I have to break it to you, if you keep making faces like you do crying, you’ll just ruin your good looks. Why, look at Bill, ugliest fellow you’ll ever see, he kept on blubbering when he was a baby, that’s what caused it. So, are you gonna quiet down now or be ugly later?”
It was a rhetorical question, as George was already fast asleep. Charlie shrugged and, too tired to go back to his own bed, curled up in a pile of stuffed animals in the corner and fell fast asleep.
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now i have the sinking feeling that i already posted this before... ow my head