AN: A little break from my Doctor Who story, a one shot in which Charlie needs to be comforted by his little sister. Written for the Sibling Rivalry Competition.

Disclaimer: This fic is rated T for swearing and I don't own Harry Potter

I'm not certain when this is set, I'm just envisioning Charlie as sixteen and Ginny as seven (Which I think is correct)


Her lower lip trembled, threatening to break, to let the emotions flow forward freely.

She looked Charlie dead in the eye, tears threatening to burst forth as he looked at her sombrely.

Her lips began to move, unwanted. She tried to stop it, but she couldn't.

She burst into gales of laughter. Tears of mirth streamed down her cheeks as Charlie looked at her as though one of their number had died.

His eyes narrowed and his hands moved defensively to his cropped hair.

"Is it that bad?" he asked.

Ginny couldn't answer as she was laughing into the floor, clutching her stomach.

"It can't be that bad!"

She rolled onto her back but continued to laugh, tonnes of the stuff pouring from her mouth.

"Alright, I get it!"

She began to slow, gasping for breath. A few more weak chuckles escaped her before she finally quieted.

"So it's bad?"

"Very" she said, slowly sitting up. She was still wary of having another laughing fit, so she patted the floor before her. He took the hint and sat. "How long did you argue?"

"Half a bloody hour! All I got was 'Charlie, it's to long' and 'It would look so much better short dear'. Cow"

"Don't call mummy a cow, I'll tell"

"I'll tell her about you breaking into the broom shed and flying"

Ginny gasped, her eyes narrowing.

"How do you know?"

"No one else tidies the brooms up afterwards"


"Ginny!" Molly Weasley shouted from the doorway. "Don't swear" she scolded, before turning to Charlie. "Your hair looks so nice dear"

She walked off and Charlie shook his fist at her. The movement was odd, clenched and left to right in relatively wide arcs, not short shakes like a normal angry fist would be.

"What does-" She imitated the gesture "mean?"

Charlie gasped.

"Shit!" He slapped his hand over his mouth.

"What does sh-" His other hand covered her mouth.

"It's a rude word and if you tell mummy I taught you it, I'll burn your signed Holly Head Harpies poster" he said, removing his hands.

"OK, but what does-" she imitated the gesture again "mean?"

He grabbed her fist.

"That's rude too"

"How rude?"

"Remember the time you walked into Percy's room and he was-"

"Ewww! OK, I get it"

They sat there for a moment, Charlie feeling at his hair.

"I heard Ron say 'shit' once" Ginny piped up, not liking the silence.

"Don't say that!"

"I thought I shouldn't tell mommy you taught me it?"

"You shouldn't say it at all!"

"Why not?"

"Remember the time mommy washed Fred and George's mouths out?"


"She did it because they said that"

"I thought they said f-" His hand slapped to her mouth again.

"Certainly don't say that again. Clear?"


They lapsed back into silence and Ginny began to pick at the carpet.

"What's Hogwarts like?" she, once again, piped up.


"Funny" she deadpanned in response.

"I know"

Once again, silence.

"I've missed you" she whispered. She hardly knew Charlie, he was closer to Bill, Fred and George really. However, he was still her brother.

So she still loved him.

"I know" he replied quietly.

She sniffled, then threw herself over to hug him, grasping at his hair.

She started to giggle.

"What?" he asked her, letting go.

"Your hair's grown back"

Charlie felt at his, now long again, hair.

"Thanks" he replied with a grin. She smirked, as Charlie set off to hide from their mum.

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