Us ; George Weasley

Seventy-five

Another chapter — yay!

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William

"What?" I asked as the door closed behind us once we left the hospital wing. Dad turned towards me, his arms folded over his chest while my hands were shoved into the pockets of my trousers.

"Don't give me that attitude, son."

"Well do you honestly think it's a good idea to want to talk right now? Your oldest daughter was stabbed today and she lost one of her best friends. You don't think it could've waited?"

He sighed.

"I saw the way you looked at Marcus." He told me. "Why did you lie to me in your letter?"

"I just looked at him." I shrugged. "I don't see what the big deal is."

My dad sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose before he looked at his watch.

"Oh, is there somewhere you gotta be?" I asked. "Your daughter is in the hospital wing because she was kidnapped and got stabbed, but you're running late to something so you better go."

"William!" He raised his voice at me. "I don't know when or how you got this idea into your head. What have I done that tells you I don't care about my family?"

I shrugged and pulled my hands out of my pockets and folded my arms over my chest.

"You broke your family." I said. "You care more about your beliefs than the happiness of your own children. Do I need to continue?"

"You need to learn not to talk about things when you don't have all the facts." My dad said. "I don't care if you're gay or straight. Go be whatever you want—"

"Oh so I can be a bartender?"

"No, you cannot, William. You've got so much potential. You'd be an excellent Auror and you decide to waste your life on making drinks."

"I won't be wasting my life if I do something that I love!" I raised my voice. "And I was supposed to be marrying the guy that I love but then you got in my head and now it's all fucking ruined!"

I sighed as I walked over and sat down on one of the benches next to the door to the hospital wing.

"So you did lie to me." He said. "If you're gay then why are you with that Beatrice girl?"

"Why the hell do you think?" I breathed. "All I ever wanted was for you to accept me but when I was ten and Allie dressed me in one of her dresses, you wouldn't look at me when I walked downstairs to show you and mum. Mum hyped me up but you— you just shook your head and went back to reading your newspaper. When I was fourteen and mum did my makeup, you handed me a wipe to clean it up, and when I came out as gay, you cleared your throat and locked yourself in your office."

My dad looked at me for a short moment before he walked over and sat down next to me.

"I'm sorry, William." He said, shaking his head. "You're right. I haven't been very supportive of you. Growing up, I wasn't used to men being into men or men being feminine. I needed some time to get used to it, but I am over that. I just want you to be happy like I want with all four of you."

I leaned back against the wall, running my hands down my thighs.

"I want to be a bartender." I said. "I have an opportunity to work at the leaky cauldron. I can start already in July and at one point I want to be able to own my own bar and make a business out of it."

My dad made a face of discomfort, but then took a deep breath, nodding while he clenched his hands.

"Alright." He breathed. "If that's what you want."