Coda

Sep. 1st, 2015 04:58 pm
alt_charlie: (Default)
CHARLIE WEASLEY formally resigns from his job at Stornoway Reserve when it becomes clear that his hope he will ever recover to the physical standard necessary for dragonkeepers is never going to come true. He has a few rough years adapting to his disability -- becoming disabled enough to have to give up dragonkeeping was his Boggart all through the war years -- and he'll always have some bad days here and there for the rest of his life, even once he's mostly adapted to his lingering limitations. His relationship with Deirdre and Emmett doesn't survive those rough years, but after six months or so for everybody to forgive each other for the awful things they said, they manage to go back to being friends.

He and Tonks do indeed never get married, but live out the rest of their lives in love and cheerful scandal at Grimmauld Place (with the occasional girlfriend, boyfriend, and one-night-stand dropping in as well), raising their kids and anyone else's who wander by and don't duck fast enough. Six months after Charlie resigns from the Reserve, the Goblins inform him that he has been appointed Albion's Ambassador to the Goblin Nation whether he likes it or not, and he's wildly successful in the role and in integrating Human and Goblin culture.

Charlie's ambassadorial role and his and Tonks' tendency to open their doors to anyone who wants a cuppa and a conversation means that Grimmauld Place becomes a locus of cultural exchange, particularly once he and Tonks start fostering Goblin children who want to spend time in the wizarding world. For years to come, a visit to Grimmauld means you're likely to run into any one of a number of powerful people, sitting around the kitchen table and having a conversation about anything and everything. (When Charlie is having a particularly bad day and needs to blow off some steam, Tonks tells him to go open the soundproof glass case and curtain around Mrs Black's portrait and taunt her about what the Ancestral Home of Black is being used for.)

Adam grows up culturally part-Goblin -- the year before he goes to Hogwarts, he's the first Human child to be fostered by the Goblins, although in his case, it was more that he wanted more time with his Goblin best friend. When he does attend Hogwarts, he is the first Weasley in generations to be sorted into Slytherin, which bothers precisely no-one. Charlie and Tonks keep their promise to never tell him about the circumstances of his conception, and the only after-effects he ever experiences are an unerring sense of where he is in the world (and where everyone around him is), a complete inability to ever get lost, and an unusual sensitivity to ley-magic.

Charlie's project to get people to share their memories of Sirius and Remus so that Bea and Adam can remember their other parents expands almost immediately to collecting memories of everyone in the Order who died during the war, and from there, to collecting general oral histories of the war years. The books he writes, collecting those stories and interspersing them with quotes (with permission!) from the Order Only locked journal entries and various PMs people provide him, wind up being one of the primary sources historians use for their analysis of the Voldemort Interregnum for a long time to come.
alt_charlie: (tired)
I'm so sorry love. I'll miss them both. The bastards.

Come down if you need someone to lean on. I think we can probably find a bit of me that won't hurt to do so.

I'm so sorry I couldn't be there tonight fighting with you.
alt_charlie: (upset)
Somebody finally found me a Dicta-Quill so I can write without having to hold the quill which they told me to stop doing because it was making the bones in my hand shift wrong and those are about halfway down the list to regrow. Sorry no strike that? Cross that out? I don't know how to work this fucking thing.

Anyway. Sorry.

I'm sorry I haven't wanted visitors. It's not that I don't want to see you. I do. It's just. I don't know what it's just. I can bear the healers looking at me like I'm broken because they're the ones who're putting me back together, but everyone else who sees me gets that look on their faces too and it's like being stabbed all over again. The look on Dree's face when she saw me nearly undid me. And I feel so useless and I'm so scared and I don't know what the hell comes next except a lot of fucking time in this bed.

But it's not fair to you to not let you come see me when you've been so worried and I'm sorry. Everyone else can keep waiting but. You can come by whenever your free. No you stupid fucking thing your. Y O U APOSTROPHE R E oh my fucking kneazles balls I'm going to set this thing on fire.

Sorry. It's having trouble understanding me or I'm having trouble working it. Put a shitting comma in there you malformed jizzfucking sack of

Sorry. Anyway. Yeah. Whenever you have a minute. I should be awake for at least another few hours.

I love you. Best girl.
alt_charlie: (haggard)
Need yr help

Healer says ppl looking for me again this morning

Go to Alice + Poppy show them this first
Can't write them b/c journal headers being watched

Come to St Ms
ask for Healer O'Flaherty
tell him you're here for Jeremy Smythe
he will help you move me
He is OK + can be trusted

Will be OK away from care for a bit but not long

Don't be surprised at hair (disguise) or at how badly I'm hurt
still need to rebreak/regrow half my bones
but am OK to move (Healer O'F says) b/c it's urgent

Love you both
alt_charlie: (haggard)
Hey, kiddo. I keep thinking about you -- I hope you're doing all right.

Luna said she'd sent you a sketch of Adam. I wanted to tell you, he showed his magic the other day. Summoned something from clear across the room.

I think he misses you. I know I do. Take care of yourself, yeah? I love you.
alt_charlie: (distracted)
Ta for having me along, folks.

We've got four of the buildings locked down and under guard, we've lost three, and we're still fighting for the last three. We could use more hands over here on the west side -- I've definitely seen Crouch and Dolohov, and Ron thought he saw Braithewaite, Montague, and Catchlove.

This complex is a fucking warren and we're never going to be able to hold it for long. I don't know what's involved in waking up Sleepers, but can it be done quickly? Or else we're going to have to Fidelius whatever we can get our hands on.

No sign of Inferi, by the way. Thank Merlin.
alt_charlie: (Default)
Guess who did his first accidental magic just now?

I was meeting with the Elders, and you know they like it when I bring Adam along with me so I had him wrapped up in the sling, and we were deep in the part that's yelling about things, which woke him up, and he must have decided the Galleons on the gold-table were shiny and he wanted to play with them, because the next thing I knew he had one in his hand and was chewing on it.

Griphook says that summoning gold for his first magic is even more of a reason for them to steal Adam and raise him as a Goblin. (He keeps threatening that. Trust me, it's a joke. And a compliment. He loves that kid.) And Elder Tcharg said that a wizard's first magic is like a Goblin's first creation, even if it happens earlier for us than it does for them, and since they were there for it, they want to hold a Forge-Blessing for Adam, which is huge -- it's not exactly like Adam being adopted by the Goblins, but it's like, oh, when Melli took Ragnik as an apprentice, something like that, only a bit more mystical.

(Tonks, I told them I couldn't say yes until I'd talked to you, but it would be the first time any human has ever been given a Forge-Blessing and it would make him a friend of the Goblin nation for life. Sort of like giving him a set of fairy godparents, only without the way that usually turns out in the stories.)
alt_charlie: (upset)
I love you, Ginny-bean. I always have, from the moment when Mum first handed you to me and told me I had to be careful not to drop you, and I always will, no matter what happens.

I know you're confused and in a lot of pain right now, and I know they're making you remember things. I believe that everything you've remembered is real for you, and I'm so sorry you have to go through all that with nobody there to talk to except for Professor Dolohov. It must be awful to have all that swirling around in your head without any way of putting it all together. Is there anybody else there you can talk to?

I'd really like to know what you're remembering, in fact. You know I haven't always been home when things happened or people got into fights or arguments got started, and there are a lot of things I only hear about well after the fact and I only hear certain people's sides of things. If something horrible was going on and I didn't know about it, I'm so sorry that I failed you. Will you tell me what I missed, so I know what to look out for and I know how to help? I know I can't rewrite the past, but if horrible things are happening to you and I missed them, I want to know now so I can make it stop.

No matter what, I hope you remember that for your whole life you've been able to tell me anything and I've always kept your secrets when you do. If you need someone to talk to, I promise you that I won't try to explain it away or tell you that you must have misunderstood. I really feel awful about what you're going through and I want to help any way I can.

I love you and I'll do whatever I can to help you. I always will.
alt_charlie: (upset)
If anybody has any really big chores or cleaning or repairs or anything they've been putting off, let me know. If I'm really lucky I'll be able to put off the breakdown that's looming on the horizon by keeping busy until after it's ... all over. One way or the other
alt_charlie: (exhausted)
Huh, I just realised, we don't have to use Order Only for just our little personal stuff, do we? It's going to take me a while to break that habit.

Anyway. Rachel, Tonks, Bill and I thought it might be nice to have a picnic out by the lake for lunch tomorrow. I know we're all busy to hell and gone, but I'm trying to be a good role model for my kids about taking time to recover and stand down a bit, so we'd love to have you two join us. You can bring anybody else you want, really, I just want to be a bit ostentatious about doing something that is Not Work.
alt_charlie: (disquieted)
The team that's here to clear out Snowdonia has secured the place, and I've found a charnel pit full of the bodies of the things that have been hunted. There's undoubtedly a great deal in there that would be useful for ingredients. (I can spot a bicorn from here, and at least one dragon, for instance.)

It's not completely free of danger yet -- a lot of creatures got released in the middle of the chaos -- but Rachel thinks we're going to have to pull back by morning, so if you lot want to come up here and salvage what you can, it might be very worth the trip. Melli, bring Ragnik too if you want. Let us know if you're coming and one of us will run down to the Apparition point and meet you.
alt_charlie: (distracted)
Just got back from Stornoway. We're fairly sure we've got a final census by now, at least of our regulars -- the ones who are tagged and tracked, if not the ones who live on the reserve. (There's a few who are tagged and tracked who roam wider, and we occasionally see drop-ins when they're very hungry or during mating season, but ... oh, you don't need me to go on about things.)

We started out the year with 21 dragons -- it had been 25 before the winter solstice, but we lost a few at that point. Seven died within the first 24 hours after the Lord Pretender did, and another three since -- Greensleeves and Copacahuana from injury, and Thor just died and none of us could figure out why. (Although he was one of the ones who was used in the original wards, and we're all a bit suspicious about that.) So we've got eleven, now. (Merlin. We had twenty-five a year ago. Seeing it written all out like that is just heartbreaking.)

Siz, since you said Rookwood would probably ask -- no, not all of them were the ones used for the original wards. Most of the ones who died were older. There's five of the original ward-dragons left. I can give you the list next time I see you.

The Ad Hoc Working Group on Draconic Mysteries (me, Dree, Thomas, Annelise, Sasha, and Marcus, with whoever wanders in while we're sitting in the mess hall and calmly and rationally discussing the implications of draconic power channeling and the influence it has on our kids) (which is to say, pounding on the table, spluttering a lot, and repeating "what the actual fuck", of course) has agreed that we are willing to entertain the notion of doing what Rookwood wants to do, since none of us are really big on the idea of waking up one morning and finding the country has cracked in two and Hogwarts is now oceanfront property, but we need a hell of a lot more information first. Verifiable information, with calculations that our people can repeat. We're willing to accept that we might lose a few more of our kids in the process, if we absolutely have to, but we want assurances that it'll work first and a good sense of what the risk is.

And you can tell him that he's not getting his team back any time soon, thank you very much. Dree says she's going to keep them for cross-correlating what Rookwood tells us -- ask them questions and see if they give the same answers. We'll release them if and when we get enough information out of them, and once the Order determines whether or not they're going to stand trial.

That's about it, I think. Oh, and Siz and Evelyn, Dree has invited you two up to come along on rounds and get a sense of what's normal and what's not for the dragons. She says it'll probably help you with Rookwood.

Alice, Rachel has invited me to also go out on the Snowdonia raid tonight in case they need more hands with the creatures they find there, so I'll probably be back late, but I want to grab you and talk about the castle repair team a bit, Vector has been making increasingly worried noises about some of the south wing. And we've been starting to have more and more personal conflicts between people who have been cooped up in the castle on the work crews -- I think we need to start really enforcing Days of Rest, No Work, And Get The Fuck Out Of Here. I've got another dozen minor things, but those are the two big ones.

ORDER ONLY

May. 17th, 2015 03:38 pm
alt_charlie: (tired)
My friend Deirdre wrote to me just now -- she couldn't get to her journal immediately when it happened, but apparently when everything went haywire, the dragons went spare. They had to put down at least half a dozen of them for endangering the others, or because they were injured and mad with it, or ... well, I'll avoid the details.

She said that as soon as the immediate wave passed, they all -- oh, this is going to sound mad, and I'm sharing it secondhand to begin with, but once they all calmed down, they all started staring to the southeast. Like they're watching something. Something with the wards? Something with the LP's magic breaking? I don't know.

And, get this. She said that she took a vote, and the other keepers decided that they're on the Order's side, because "if Charlie's with them, that's good enough for us." (I'm a little fuzzy on how they're certain I'm on the Order's side. Either I was sloppy about where I was writing in the middle of battle last night or I've been sloppy all along. Or they extrapolated based on the rest of you Weasley lot. Or somebody saw me wearing the Phoenix last night and passed it along, but I don't think anybody's got kids here ... sorry, I haven't slept right in like two days, I'm having a little trouble staying focused.)

Anyway. They coshed Higgs over the head and tossed him in one of the secure sheds. He'll be able to bang on the doors all he wants without getting out, those things are rated for Horntails. And Dree said that she's assigned a pair to scavenging each of the dragons that died, and we'll have all the dragon's blood we need and she'll make sure she only gives it to me or somebody I approve of. Turns out she did catch me drawing blood at some point, and she's been keeping her mouth shut ever since.

Merlin, I'm tired. I'm going to head back up to the Preserve and handle things there for a while, and then I'm going to sleep. Maybe until Tuesday, so Mum, if you don't hear from me until then, don't get worried. (And speaking of, Mum, heal quickly.)

Order Only

Apr. 22nd, 2015 05:00 pm
alt_charlie: (pensive)
I went to talk with the Goblins today and walked into a bit of a situation.

Apparently Bellatrix arrived on Monday to take it out on them -- she killed three, including two of the Elders (Ur-Charg -- the one who was the Objector for our Argument -- and Ironforge) and one junior from Ironforge's clan, named Copperclaw. (That clan's one of the ones that don't give out their true-names to out-clan, just their use-names.) There was a fourth junior, Fralt, who Bella cursed with something, and he died this morning.

Griphook was so angry at me. He said a lot about how we set them up to be targets of Bella's anger, we should have realised this would happen, and so on and so forth. But Tcharg was there too, and he stopped Griphook and said it's no different than all the other times the people in charge have killed people, Goblin or not, for no good reason at all and at least we're working to stop them from doing that, and from there it got into an argument and switched to Gobbledygook using all kinds of words I don't know and I figured it was better for me to just express my sympathy and not push it. I don't know how it'll shake out or how many people agree with whom, but we're going to have to tread lightly for a while.

Alice, you may want to let Melli know that Fralt was from Ragnik's clan -- not close family, but family -- and as Ragnik's master it would be a sign of respect for her to attend the Remembering with Ragnik. Although I don't think Ragnik's been notified of the death yet, and it would be wrong for us to be the ones to do it, so hold off until he gets notified.

I'll be going to the Rememberings, definitely. Alice, Remus, both of you should go, too, if you can -- I'll coach you. Professor Dumbledore, I know you're very busy, but if you can get free, I really think you should. I'll let you all know as soon as I know when they'll be.
alt_charlie: (Default)
I know this is a busy week and all, but I got to thinking, now that Tonks is pretty much recovered from Adam's birth it might be nice to kidnap her for one of our afternoons away from it all. Then I stopped to think, well, she's been doing so much lately, and Adam might be pretty much the most easygoing baby I've ever known, but it still might be nice for her to have a whole day off, take a mini-holiday somewhere just the two of us.

If it's all right with you, can you two put your heads together and figure out a day you wouldn't mind taking charge of Adam and Bea overnight? Whatever works for you, I can trade shifts and make bargains here to get the time.

Oh, and Remus, I have some of that joint cream Emmett makes, that one I was telling you about. Don't let me forget to give it to you. (I totally will forget to give it to you if you don't remind me. Tonight's one of those in-and-out nights.)

Order Only

Apr. 9th, 2015 02:20 am
alt_charlie: (Default)
Today was really nice, wasn't it? I mean, I figured it would be, but having almost everybody there all in one place was something else, even if it was for negotiations and training and strategising and the like. (All right, and picnicking and flying, but if you get enough of us together there'll be food and some kind of game, if the Order had bylaws that'd be in it.) I hadn't quite realised how many of us there are these days. It's good to see. (And of course it was lovely to watch everyone cooing over Adam and Nicole, I believe is my duty as a proud papa to mention.)

For the people who couldn't make it, and the people who missed it in the middle of all the eating and flying and strategising and training and the like: Elder Tcharg came to accept the sceptre, and the minute he saw it, I thought he was going to faint. For the people who were there for the handover, I don't think you lot realised just how much of a reaction that really was.

Apparently Goblins are pretty susceptable to the aura of a Horcrux. (Not that I blame them. I kind of wanted to vomit myself the minute it came out.) That's why we suddenly had all the Elders here, not just Tcharg -- Tcharg didn't want to take it back to the rest of them before they had a chance to examine it outside and in sunlight. (I don't blame them for that, either. If it's that bad outside, I can barely imagine what it might feel like in a smaller space.)

It changed the tone of the conversation about Bella's vault in a heartbeat. They were so upset by the sceptre that it totally reversed their position -- they still aren't going to help Draco and Hermione break into Bella's vault, but they aren't going to stop them, either. (Draco, Hermione, was that conversation you were having with Griphook full of him giving you tips on how to get through things? By the time I could get over to you, the conversation was done.) They're still not budging on the question of the dragon, but the impression I got was that they want that thing out of their vaults right this minute.

I have to admit, I really wasn't expecting that. But, urgh. If the Horcrux in the vault feels anything like the one we handed over today, I'm not at all surprised.

Anyway, the Elders wanted to destroy it themselves -- they promised us they can figure out a way to destroy the sceptre that will also destroy the Horcrux in it, and they were adamant that they'd do it quickly, but apparently what Voldemort did to it means they want to do some kind of purifying rite first before they destroy it. It should be destroyed by tomorrow.
alt_charlie: (Default)
Are your Easter hols spoken for, or do you think you'll have an afternoon to spare for your favourite brother? We could go fishing, maybe, or you could come up to the reserve and we could mend gear for a bit and then go flying. Promise I won't ask any stupid questions or try to make you talk about your feelings, I just want to spend some time with you.
alt_charlie: (mysterious)
Had my shifts switched around on me again unexpectedly, so I'll be by tomorrow instead of Thursday, and Saturday instead of Friday. Is there anything I should bring you? For you and Adam or for the rest of the house?

Ugh, the constant rearranging is useful sometimes, but it's also really bloody annoying, too. I'm sorry I can't be more reliable, luv.
alt_charlie: (quiet)
Right, I've spent the morning with the Goblins talking about the sceptre and Bella's vault and the dragon they've got down there and all, and I've got some good news and some bad news. The good news is, Griphook didn't tell me right off that what we wanted was impossible. The bad news is, it's not the sort of thing he's empowered to decide himself, no matter how high up in the hierarchy he is. (I don't think I've said: he's the current Eldest of the House of Rilkit, who was one of their greatest leaders and prophets in known history, which means that he has a lot of influence over the Elders. But he's the most junior of the Elders, so most of the influence he has is of the informal type. It's hard to explain.)

So, we've been invited to come to the formal negotiating table for ... I think the best way to translate the word for it is 'an argument', which should tell you about what the experience is like. Which means we need to bring our Elders, and we need to be ready with a list of what we want in an ideal world and what we'd settle for in a realistic one, and what we're willing to give up for it.

Alice, Remus, Professor Dumbledore, I think you three are the best idea to represent us -- you're our leaders. I can be there too, but it will work best if our demands come from you. I can give you a crash course in the etiquette for a proper Argument -- or at least make sure you won't mortally offend anyone. If we borrow 12GP for a meeting tomorrow night, could you three all make it?

And Poppy -- I think we should be covered with Alice, Remus, Professor Dumbledore and me, but if the Elders think there isn't enough age and wisdom being brought to the Argument, would you be willing to join us? I don't think we'll get to that point, they understand that leadership works differently for humans, but it'd be a good idea to be prepared for the possibility, I think.
alt_charlie: (pleased)
Wait until you meet him, Bill. I mean, I'm horribly biased, I know I am, but he's perfect. I can't stop staring at his toes. And he looks so much like a Weasley it isn't even funny -- I don't know how we would have explained it if Tonks and Remus were still running Laszlo's, I really don't.

Merlin, I haven't slept in a day and a half and I'm so giddy I swear I could keep going for another week if I had to.

Anyway. I'm not just writing to you to be ridiculously soppy at you, that's just a side benefit. I've been thinking all day about things I have to set up and arrange for, and one of the things that I realised is I have to redo all my paperwork -- get everything in order so if anything happens to me before Adam's grown, things will be all squared away. Will you sit down with me sometime in the next few weeks? I can't name Adam and Tonks as my beneficiaries, but if you'd be willing, I'd like to name you as my executor and sole beneficiary -- I think I have it down as Mum right now, but you'd probably be in better position to take care of things after, and I know I can trust you to make sure everything gets to Tonks and Adam somehow without getting spotted.
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