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The early morning frosty grass crunched under foot. Broomsticks on shoulders, the extended Weasley clan emerged through the mist out into the open space they used to play quidditch. Charlie was home from Romania and they had decided they had enough people for a quick match of their favourite game. So they'd set their alarms and snuck out early, before Molly could berate them about playing on such an important day.
"Right, let's do this!" Charlie called, dumping his rucksack off his shoulder and swinging his broom down. "Ron, Bill, you're in the goals. Fred, George, Ginny, it's you vs me, Harry and Angelina. Excellent. Angelina, Harry, over here for a quick chaser chat." Charlie had instantly fallen back into his quidditch captain role, and Angelina and Harry were both more than happy to let him take the lead. They put their heads together for a minute and then broke apart, piled their fists up and bounced them before sending them into the air with a whoop.
"Let's go! Before mum figures out we're all missing." George shouted, already mounted and kicking off from the ground. The others followed suit and suddenly there were eight people hovering in the mist, watching as the sun started to rise beyond the horizon.
The gameplay was fast and exciting, everyone was on a high and letting off steam like this was exactly what they all needed ahead of the day's events. The sky was getting lighter, a beautiful watercolour gradient just visible through the mist, and Charlie soaked it up, laughing as Harry and Fred wrestled for the quaffle. He loved being in Romania but sometimes, the trip home was so worth the travelling. Creating core memories with his family, things he could treasure when he was back there and a little lonely on the reserve. Maybe he should make a resolution to get back home more. Some of his coupled up siblings were starting to talk about having kids… He didn't want to miss out on being an Uncle. Stuck in his daydream, Charlie felt the wind rush around him and the mist swirled just before the impact, giving him no time to move. He was spiralling towards the ground, but he managed to retain control and pull his broom up just in time. What on earth was that? He registered screaming, and shouting. He looped around and everyone was already on the ground. He sped over and jumped off his broom from four feet in the air.
"Angelina! Angelina! Answer me!" George's voice was panicked from the middle of the crowd, Charlie couldn't see what had happened. He searched the misty skies above him, expecting to see a dragon or hippogriff that had caused whatever had gone on. Harry was at the back of the crowd, and Charlie pulled him back.
"Harry! What happened?" Charlie was still in captain mode, but Harry looked at him like he had lost his head.
"What? Angelina was going full pelt to score and you flew in front of her. The crash knocked her off her broom and she fell out of the air. Did you hit your head? Can't you remember?"
Shit. Charlie felt sick. Had he killed Angelina? "No, I don't think I hit my head. I don't know, I felt something hit me and knock me off course but I didn't realise what it was…I didn't see her in the mist." Charlie had gone white. He turned and pushed his way into the gathered people around the crumpled heap on the floor that was Angelina.
"We need help." Fred was the voice of reason, while Ginny was checking Angelina over on the floor. Playing professionally had certainly meant a few scrapes, and she's picked up some first aid knowledge. "What's the verdict, Gin?"
"I think the whole arm is shattered. We need to get her to St Mungo's I think. Ah shit, Mum is going to go ballistic. We're going to have to postpone."
"No." A weak but firm voice came from the tangle of robes on the floor. "We've waited too long, we can't wait any longer. It happens today."
"Love, it can wait. We've waited this long so a bit longer won't make a difference. I'll -"
"I said no."
Charlie felt awful. Clearly he hadn't killed Angelina but not only had he injured her, quidditch had been his suggestion. He made his way closer and knelt down next to her.
"Angelina, I'm so so sorry. Can I look at your arm?" She nodded. Charlie had his own skills in first aid, though his were more geared to bites, burns and scratches. "Okay, thank you. Right, let's see. Yeah, I think Ginny is right, it's shattered. You really should go to St Mungo's…. But if you're adamant you don't want to, I might have something."
Angelina's eyes lit up in her pale face. Charlie pulled out his wand, and cast a couple of bone mending spells. The break was too severe though. Charlie summoned his backpack over and pulled out a bottle of Skelegro.
"Where did you get that?!" Harry's eyes were bulging out of his head. The bone repair potion was hard to brew or find, and definitely not standard issue first aid kit supplies.
"Fred and George learnt all their tricks somewhere, you know." Charlie smirked, and winked at Angelina. He poured out the liquid, and put it to her mouth for her. "Sorry, its absolutely vile. You'll need a small dose to fuse the fragments back together. But you've got a wedding to get to, and you can't get married looking like shit, so it's this or postpone. Get it down you."
Angelina drank the potion, shuddered and stared at her arm as the tingling spread. Within a few minutes she sat up, good as new.
"Right, let's not tempt fate. We need to head back home, we've got a wedding to get to!"
The group shouldered their brooms again, and headed back up to get ready for George and Angelina to finally say 'I do' under the warm spring sun.