Promising Young Witch | Bill Weasley

Chapter 16

But I was so tired, Bill, Rosier, Krum, dad, everything was spinning in my head. Bill saved my life, again. There was no way I could've taken those guys on my own, I looked at him. His eyes were on me too, his body tensed, as if ready to take on more Death Eaters if necessary. I bit my lip trying to hide a smile. I exhaled loudly, preparing myself to explain things to everyone.

"So ... Mad-Eye is your father?" Lupin broke the silence before I did, definitely taking notice of my mood.

"Yes, Rosier was after me ever since I was born. After Dad killed his brother, Even Rosier, he went nuts, making his lifetime goal to get revenge on him. He kidnapped me when I was a baby, and while my father managed to save me, he took every precaution to make sure this never happens to me again. That's why no one, even you guys, knew he was my dad; that way I could be safe and live a normal life. This place ..." I stopped myself from saying this place was just as safe as Hogwarts. "he thought this place was safe for me, knowing most of the shielding charms were placed by himself."

"How did you manage to knock both of them?" asked Lupin.

I stole a glance at Bill, who was slightly furrowing as his eyes studied me.

"Bill helped me," I said, my voice slightly quieter than before.

Before Lupin or anyone else had a chance to ask more questions Mrs. Weasley insisted that we all needed rest. Everyone obeyed, though Ginny and Hermione still tried to talk to me in the dark of our room.  I answered automatically, my thought completely elsewhere. Specifically on the lips of one tall ginger guy, who was still out of bounds. That bittersweet thought lulled me to sleep.

When I woke up no one was in the room and I slowly started to remember the events of last night as I got dressed. While I was walking down the stairs I heard a murmur of voices and the sound of ceramic plates moving around from the kitchen.

"There you are darling!" Mrs. Weasley approached when she saw me at the doorway, "come you must be starving, have some waffles."

The chatter at the breakfast table turned down to a bare minimum, as everyone was stealing glances at me. For once, everyone's attention wasn't the thing I needed to forget my worries. I was avoiding eye contact with anyone but my plate of tasty hot waffles; so I noticed that Bill and Fleur were the only ones who weren't at the table only when I stood up to leave. Did they leave? Or did they just sleep in each other's arms till it was lunch already? Maybe something changed and he didn't need me anymore? Not even a little.

I was about to go upstairs when I heard hurried footsteps from upstairs. Fleur was striding down the hall and down the stairs with her little blue suitcase, still managing to watch her every step. I froze starring at her and barely registered her bumping into my shoulder. She almost dropped her suitcase. Maybe she wasn't watching her every step, maybe she was just averting the eye contact?

When she looked up from her heels to me I saw her bloodshot blue eyes, her lashes still wet and mascara stained under the eyelids. Those eyes pierced me, unable to hide the pain, and it scared me. Not she particularly but her state. And then she was out the door and gone.

I frowned and looked back upstairs, Bill appeared at the top from the barely lit hallway.

"Can we talk?" he said under his breath.

I looked back at the door. Maybe I should follow her, maybe that would be a wise thing to do since Bill Weasley was nothing but trouble and heartache lately. Still, he was the sweetest the most irresistible kind of trouble.