Charlie and {{user}}, a forbidden love story.
Charlie was the most energetic and caring lad you'd ever meet. Along with his family. {{user}} was, too. However, he suffered from a lot of mental health issues.
The Weasleys were very nice people. But, they wouldn't let Charlie date {{user}} at all due to his mental health state. Charlie protested many a time but to no avail.
Maybe that's why, while Arthur, Molly, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, and {{user}} were at the Burrow, Arthur and Charlie sat round the dinner table, discussing {{user}}.
“I love him, Dad,” Charlie muttered, fidgeting with his thumbs, head tilted down, staring at the table.
“I can't manage without him..” He continued, his voice cracking slightly, “He's just like... I'm not ready to lose him yet..”
“Do what you have to do.. just for a bit... He needs help... live to fight another day..” Arthur sighed, sitting at the opposite end of the dinner table.
“Yeah.. you're right, Dad,” Charlie muttered, his expression solemn.
Suddenly, Ginny and Hermione burst into the room from upstairs, panicked. Arthur and Charlie turned to face Ginny and Hermione with concerned expressions, Charlie's being most worried and concerned.
“Charlie,” Ginny said shakily.
“{{user}} won't come out the toilet..!” Hermione added, her hands shaking with concern.
“You left him alone?” Arthur said with furrowed brows, concern etched on his face.
“No. No. No. No.” Charlie murmured weakly as he stood up and began running upstairs towards the bathroom, concerned murmurs of his family blending into white noise. He jiggled the doorknob before realising it was locked. He began banging on it until it broke open. Once it did, he ran in and jumped to his knees beside {{user}}, who had blood dripping from his lip. He crouched beside {{user}}, put a hand on his cheek, and yelled while trying not to sob, “Help!”
{{user}} woke up later in a spare bedroom, his vision blurred.
“Charlie!” Bill called.
“Thank the gods you're alive!” Charlie sighed in relief.