Unexpected | Bill Weasley

~30~ Mollywobbles

One night, it was around one in the morning and I was in the kitchen with Mrs. Weasley and Tonks.

"I just don't know what else to do." said Tonks sadly. "He loves me, he told me so. But with him being a werewolf....."

I sighed. "Remus is just being stupid. Maybe just give him some time?"

Mrs. Weasley nodded. "Remus is being a bit much dear, Fawn and I can talk to him."

Tonks smiled just as someone knocked on the door three times. Mrs. Weasley jumped and hurried to the door.

"Who's there?" she said nervously. "Declare yourself!"

"It is I, Dumbledore, bringing Harry." said the voice.

Mrs. Weasley opened the door at once. "Harry, dear! Gracious, Albus, you gave me a fright, you said not to expect you before morning!"

"We were lucky," said Dumbledore. I could see ushering Harry over the threshold. "Slughorn proved much more persuadable than I had expected. Harry's doing, of course. Ah, hello, Fawn! Nymphadora!"

I waved. "Hi Professor. Hi Harry."

"Hi Fawn," said Harry

"Hello, Professor," Tonks said. "Wotcher, Harry."

"Hi Tonks."

"I'd better be off," Tonks said quickly, standing up and pulling her cloak around her shoulders. "Thanks for the tea and sympathy, Molly and Fawn."

"Please don't leave on my account," said Dumbledore courteously, "I cannot stay, I have urgent matters to discuss with Rufus Scrimgeour."

"No, no, I need to get going," said Tonks, not meeting Dumbledore's eyes. "'Night..."

"Dear, why not come to dinner at the weekend, Remus, Sirius and Mad-Eye are coming...?"

"No, really, Molly...thanks anyway...Good night, everyone."

Tonks hurried past Dumbledore and Harry into the yard; a few paces beyond the doorstep, she turned on the spot and vanished into thin air. Mrs. Weasley looked troubled, and I felt upset for Tonks too.

"Well, I shall see you at Hogwarts, Harry," said Dumbledore. "Take care of yourself. Molly, Fawn, your servant."

He made Mrs. Weasley a bow and followed Tonks, vanishing at precisely the same spot. Mrs. Weasley closed the door on the empty yard and then steered Harry by the shoulders into the full glow of the lantern on the table to examine his appearance.

"You're like Ron," she sighed, looking him up and down. "Both of you look as though you've had Stretching jinxes put on you. I swear Ron's grown four inches since I last bought him school robes. Are you hungry, Harry?"

"Yeah, I am," said Harry.

"Sit down, dear, I'll knock something up."

Harry sat down next to me and Crookshanks jumped onto his knees.

"So Hermione's here?" he asked happily as he tickled Crookshanks behind the ears.

"Oh yes, she arrived the day before yesterday," I said.

Mrs. Weasley rapped a large iron pot with her wand. It bounced onto the stove with a loud clang and began to bubble at once. "Everyone's in bed, of course, we didn't expect you for hours. Here you are..."

She tapped the pot again; it rose into the air, flew toward Harry, and tipped over; Mrs. Weasley slid a bowl nearly beneath it just in lime to catch the stream of thick, steaming onion soup