Warnings: grief, sadness, angst, mentions of blood, slight spoilers from the film Hereditary
Bill Weasley
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House: Any Blood Status: Any Bill was finally sent home after being attacked by Greyback. He was healing up quite nicely, but his spirits were down. He felt insecure about the fresh scars that now adorned his face and he moped around the house, trying to hide his face from you in any possible way he could. You knew he was feeling insecure, but you wished he wouldn't hide from you. You loved him no matter what, and you would make it your life's mission to prove that to him. You were just finishing up breakfast when you heard the sound of footsteps approaching the kitchen, and you smiled as he stopped in the doorway. "Good morning, love. You're just in time for breakfast," you said, sliding an egg onto his plate. "You didn't have to do that," he said. "I wanted to," you said, finally turning to face him, only to find him hidden behind a large potted plant. "Bill, what on earth are you doing?" "Nothing," he replied. "Come out from behind there!" You demanded. He obeyed and stepped away from the plant, sheepishly, keeping his head low. "Pick your head up. That's not becoming of you." He finally straightened, but refused to meet your eyes and your heart broke for him. "Why are you hiding from me?" You asked him, even though you already knew the answer. "I'm not..." he said, hesitantly. "You're such a bad liar. What's wrong? Why won't you look at me?" "The scars," he sighed, letting his head droop again. You moved forward, taking his head in your hands, making him look at you. "Those scars do not define you. They could never take away from all the wonderful qualities that make you such an amazing man. All they are is a reminder of your bravery," you said. He looked at you through his long lashes. "Merlin, I love you so much, Y/N." "And I love you more, William."
Fred Weasley
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House: Any Blood Status: Any Fred hides it well, but he does have his worries; and he cares for his family much more than he lets on. But you could see the distress in his eyes after learning his father was attacked in the Hall of Mysteries. You tried to show him your support throughout the day, giving him sympathetic looks or giving his hand a comforting squeeze; anything you could without embarrassing him in front of his family and friends. But at the end of the hectic day, when you were finally alone in his room at Grimmauld Place, he broke down. He hugged you tightly, burying his face in your neck as you combed your fingers through his hair with one hand and held him close with the other. "I don't know what we'd do if we lost him," he whispered, in a tone far more vulnerable than you'd ever expect to come out of him. "I know, sweetheart. He's going to be alright though. The healers at St. Mungo's are taking good care of him." He nodded, curling up into you more. "Yeah, thank Godric."
