Hidden Secrets {Bill Weasley}

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The next day, Harley woke up at the sound of her alarm and groaned when she realised what day it was. Why did she have her alarm on, on her day off? She was having a peaceful sleep, and the best dream ever but no, something arsehole left the alarms on. Yes that's she called herself an arsehole. She groaned rather loudly before flipping herself over so her face was buried in her pillow. If there was anything not to do to Harley was wake her up early, she loved her sleep, but her job required an early rising. Just her luck right?

Her eyes began to droop, and she nearly dosed off  when a knock sounded on her door. Yet again she groaned and checked the time, 8:30am, she had been laying there for three hours trying to get back to sleep. The knocking continued and she fell out of her bed, grabbed her bed robe and put it on. She traipsed down the stairs grumbling to herself. "Can't I just have a lie in for once?!" She opened the door to come face to face with Bill.  "What?"

"Morning to you too."

"Sorry that was rude. Hello Weasley, what is so important you interrupted my sleep, my glorious sleep and made me leave my heaven of a bed?" Harley replied, rolling her eyes.

"Uh, work?"

"It's my day off, sorry I must have forgotten to tell you." She scratched the back of her neck, yawning slightly. 

"No worries, I best be off then, have a nice day Harley." Bill smiled, and turned away.

"Bill wait!" Harley called, causing the boy to turn around and raise his eyebrows, "You okay with spaghetti bolognese? For dinner that is?"

"That'd be great, thanks Harley." 

"No worries, Weasley. Now go or you'll be late."

"I'm going, I'm going, Lupin!" He laughed before apparating away.

Later that day Harley sat in her living room, the spaghetti bolognese cooking, rifling through some boxes she had stored in the attic. She had spent the day cleaning and sorting through her endless amount of junk and only had two boxes left. For seven years she had been hoarding items she didn't need nor use and she didn't even realise until she went looking for something today. Needless to say, she didn't find what she was looking for and actually can't remember what she was looking for either.  

In the first box was piles and piles of photographs and letters, and in the other was books that she used in school. Harley was about to sort through the photographs and letters when someone knocked on the door. When she opened it, it felt like deja vu. "Evening Weasley." 

"Evening Lupin, what time do you want me over?" He asked. 

"You can come in now if you'd like, I am just looking through some boxes that haven't been opened for at least seven years." She shrugged and let him in. 

Bill entered the house and went over to the sofa which is where the boxes were laid out. "Do you want any help?" He asked and the girl shrugged, 'sure'. The pair sat down and pulled out piles of the papers looking at them all. 

"Merlin's beard this is us when we won quidditch cup in our third year!" Harley exclaimed, showing the man the photograph. You could see a short, pale Harley, her blonde hair in two dutch braids and her bright blue eyes gleaming with joy. She was situated in between both Bill and Charlie Weasley with the other four players around them,  Torrance Nightingale, the captain holding the cup in pride. Bill's long red hair was shorter and his face rounder, with a few pimples over his face. Charlie's hair was about the same length, his face also quite round but his face was clear of all acne. All of the team wore bright smiles, as they cheered in the moving picture.