How I imagine why Charlie Weasley never married.

I know that it's rather on the darker side...and different from the usual stories that I normally write, but for some reason this was all I was capable of writing...

Hope you like it still (:

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He was the only one who never married.

Charlie was present at five weddings, the weddings of his siblings.

He turned away from his mothers questions, which she asked him again and again; how was his love life? When was he going to get married, and she would finally got more grandchildren.

He evaded her questions five times.
He laughed twice.
And three times he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

If she only knew...

It happened shortly after Percy's wedding.

Charlie fell in love.

They were good friends for years before he realized that he felt more for her.

He had loved her more than anything, than anybody.

Yes, even more than dragons.

He had mentioned it to his family, but he concealed how close they really were. He didn't want that his mother began to plan a wedding.

And one day, she came with glowing eyes to him and told him the good news.

He would always remember how happy she looked and how his heart clench with joy, that's how excited he was.

He didn't want to tell his parents the news in a letter.
They would visit the Burrow during the Christmas holidays to tell them that they would soon be having a child.

They would get married there, there should be a small, simple ceremony because she had no family.

Then they would go back to Romania, to build a house and educate their child and the dragons, because she liked dragons as much as he did.

And they would be happy.

But happy endings only exist in fairy tales.

It was on the 23th November exactly at eleven o'clock, when he couldn't breathe.

His friend had told him the terrible news, it just couldn't be true.

He placed his hand on Charlie's shoulder.
"I am sorry. I'm so sorry." The other man stammered.

His fiancee, his three months pregnant fiancee, was dead.

Killed in the crossfire of a wizard duel.
An accident, a bad curse, and his future was snatched from him.

"That's not true," he stammered.

"You are must be mistaken. She will walk trough that door any second..."

Charlie looked hopefully toward the door, but she did not come.
He looked at the clock and saw that she was already 20 minutes late.
She was never late and if she was, she sent him a Patronus.

But this time she didn't, and deep in his heart he knew he had lost her.

He fell to the floor, buried his face in his hands and felt his heart break.

Many say that the heart can not be broken and Charlie had always believed it.
But now Charlie knew better.
Hearts were made of glass and could break very well.

He could not believe that they now went their separate ways, but his fiancee was dead, as well as his future child.

Gone forever.
And so he felt his heart break.

He didn't go to the Burrow at Christmas.

He had managed to tell his mother when he had written the letter that his girlfriend was dead.
He could not bring himself to tell everyone how much he had loved her, how they planned to marry, and how they were going to have a baby.

About 3 months after the death of his girlfriend, Charlie was engulfed by anger.

He searched trough her belongings and burned many things.

He burned almost all of their pictures burned and only kept a handful.

The only picture that wad still in its frame, was the one were both of them were happy and smiling together, with his hand gently placed on her belly.

The picture was shot just a month before her death and he tried to convince everyone that he could feel the child.
But when he saw the picture, he felt pain.
At that time he thought that he would someday have a happy life.

He had seen others get married three more times, and evaded his mother's questions.

He has seen his nieces and nephews grow up and took good care of them.

Charlie had repeatedly asked himself how his child would have look like.

A boy or a girl?

She was always sure it would be a girl and he had decided that she had to be right.

A daughter.

With his or her eyes?

It would be a year old, then two, then three, then four ...

Every year,on the day that his child would have been born, he lit a candle and tried to imagine how his daughter would look like.

He had never told his family of the child or the woman.

He still felt the pain.

It hurt when he thought of her.

And whenever someone said to him that he should get married, he would force himself to smile and change the subject.

He had loved, he had lost and he was not going back to loving someone like he loved her.

He couldn't and wouldn't. He had lost his chance and it had destroyed him.