The Muggle // Bill Weasley

Chapter 10

The day hadn't even truly begun and Mrs. Weasley was already crying. This wedding was technically the true big day— made evident by the giant tent outside. You had gotten up to help before Ginny pushed you down onto the couch. Bill had been forced to lay down on the floor right in front of you. Both of you had those spa cucumbers over your eyes and were told not to move from your spots.

You could hear the commotion around you, tempted to get up and look. Bill felt himself get pulled away first by Fred and George to get dressed. Your mom, who hated apparating as much as you did, came to get you so you could get into your wedding dress.

Bill adjusted his tie. "Is it weird we're already married but now I'm nervous?"

George clapped him on the shoulder. "This time it's in front of everybody... Aunt Muriel's already here."

Bill turned. "She is?"

"Yep, harassing your wife probably."

Right after those words left George's mouth, they heard squealing and clapping. Their Great Aunt Muriel, indeed, was upstairs but instead of harassing you she was doting on you. Bill getting married first, you in a traditional dress, your family seeming nice and respectable, you not being into curse-breaking like your husband made Muriel a very happy woman. She didn't talk the entire ceremony as she sat with Mrs. Weasley, both of them crying the entire time.

The reception was lively. So many wizards in one area made for a very festive time. All of them were starting to see why Bill fell in love with you. The way you were still so entertained with magic had everyone trying to show off their tricks. Some of your wedding gifts were things you had never seen before. Both of you were being handed off to random family members and guests to talk to them. Bill turned his head when Remus and Tonks pointed at you. Luna Lovegood and her father had introduced you to a very strange dance that you were now doing with them.

"She would become good friends with the Lovegoods," Tonks said.

You strolled over to them, wrapping your arms around Bill. "Honey, Xenophilius has the weirdest but most charming little dance."

"I saw," he said before pecking your lips.

Remus and Tonks weren't sure if they should leave the two of you alone or not. There was a way that you always looked at each other— it reminded them of themselves. You were about to drag your three unsuspecting victims to the dance floor when a bright ball of light floated into the large tent. A deep voice rang out.

"The Ministry has fallen, Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."

Bill immediately looked down at you tucked under his arm. It was already dangerous to have a wedding during these times but you did so anyway because everyone needed one happy thing in their life. But if any of Voldemort's followers got a whiff of the fact that you were a muggleborn, Bill was sure they'd kill you. He pushed you towards Remus as the first scream echoed in the tent.

"There's a portkey upstairs."

The tent was a mess as people grabbed their wands and tried to run. People were too scared to apparate. If the Ministry had fallen then maybe Voldemort was monitoring apparating just like the old Ministry did. They didn't want to risk getting followed home without knowing. Remus took your hand and you both started running back to the house. A shout left your mouth and you ducked as a stream of orange light went over your head. Remus briefly turned when he heard Bill yell.

"The closet! It's a hat!"

It was Arthur's idea to have a portkey, several actually. He had just left the house after showing your parents the portkey in the kitchen that went back to their home in America. There was no way that they were leaving the newest muggle additions to their family to the mercy of Voldemort and his followers. Remus practically pushed you into the house before turning when you said to watch out. You rushed upstairs as he fought to keep a Death Eater from entering the house. The scenery went from chaos to calm as you found yourself in some cottage.

You looked outside the window to see nothing but sand and waves. Wherever Bill sent you, it was quaint. There was nothing to do but sit and wait. You fiddled with your wedding ring. When half an hour went by, you tried to calm your nerves and decided to change out of your dress. You explored the first floor, stopping when you saw a picture right before the kitchen entrance. There were more Weasleys than you could fathom.

This must have been the Shell Cottage that Bill was so excited to take you home to. It certainly was nice— the sound of the ocean was beautiful. Moving upstairs, you entered the largest room where there was already a trunk of stuff. It wasn't everything, a small collection with half of your stuff and half of Bill's. You ran back downstairs when you heard noise. Bill was almost caught off guard when you ran to him. He kissed you about a thousand times before relaxing.

"Did you save their pets?" Bill laughed out.

"Oh, hush," you muttered as you opened Hedwig and Pigwidgeon's cages. Crookshanks meowed in what you hoped was appreciation when you opened his little carrier.

Your husband pecked your lips one more time before going outside. Bill had his father as Secret Keeper but after everything, he didn't trust Shell Cottage to be safe on that alone. You watched him put up every protection charm in existence. Bill walked in, satisfied enough. He took a quick shower before coming back downstairs. He didn't want you out of his sight or hold for too long.

You looked around as the two of you relaxed on the couch. There would be some work needed to make Shell Cottage your own but that could be saved for another day. Bill just pressed a kiss to your temple. There was a war happening around them and he was concerned about what if he failed to keep you safe.