Harley Lupin is a curse-breaker working for Gringotts bank in Egypt. After many years, a boy- or should I say- man, she went to school with get's transferred from the base in England to Egypt. The two catch up after many years, and what will happen...
Would anyone be interested in reading a new Bill Fanfiction? Ofc I will continue this one as well 🧡
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Orlando welcomed his sister into his small but very comfortable flat. It was very similar to Bill and Harley's with a lot of house pride decorating the walls however there were also some muggle paintings which looked very beautiful mixed in between. He gentlemanly took her jacket nd hung it up on a coat hook before leading her into the living room and inviting her to make herself at home.
It didn't take much time before Harley fell asleep on the sofa, her tired eyes dropping and eventually closing under the heavy weight of them. Orlando smiled softly, his first thought was to cover her up with a fluffy blanket and start cooking some dinner for them both. However, similar to Bill, he was not very skilled in the cooking department and decided to order takeaway instead. Hoping that they were very alike in their tastebuds he order pizza — margarita— and left it a while to get cold because cold pizza is better than hot by a fat amount!
He settled himself in an armchair delving into a book which was on his shelf and waited for his sister to wake up. For having an argument with her fiancée she did have such a peculiar dream. She dreamt of their wedding day; saying 'I do' to the love of her life, wearing a gorgeous dress and Bill looking dapper, Orlando enjoyed the dream himself (well what was being said, it was like she was narrating her wedding day giving details of the dress and so he knew what it looked like). Orlando knee she loved Bill too much to let this argument get in the way of their relationship and no doubt she would go home the next day and they would make up like they always did. He had no doubt about that at all.
When her thoughts fell into a pit of silence, Harley began to stir, her eyes fluttered open and Orlando was greeted with the familiar bright grey hue. "What time is it?" She asked, a yawn escaping her lips as she groggily pushed herself up.
Orlando glanced over at his clock, "half eight, there's some cold pizza for dinner. I ordered it earlier but you looked like you could do with the rest and I prefer cold pizza so I kinda took a guess as to whether you do too."
"I love it! It's much better than hot pizza," Harley smiled gratefully.
"See, even more in common!" He exclaimed, jumping up and running into the kitchen returning to the living room holding the box. He perched beside his sister who draped the deep red fluffy blanket over his legs as well and the sibling tucked into the pizza both moaning out in joy at the beautiful taste of it.
"Margarita is the best!" They sighed in unison making them burst out in laughter both enjoying the rest of the night as siblings do.
Meanwhile, Bill was tearing his hair out because his fiancée hadn't returned home. He waited until ten o'clock before deciding that it was far too late now and something must have happened.
Bill picked up his wand loosely in his hand. He closed his eyes and picturing the night that Harley agreed to be his wife. It was Christmas Eve and the scene was perfect, like one in a fairytale. It only seemed like yesterday and Bill could remember it vividly.
"Harls?" Bill broke the silence. Harley hummed in response. "You know I love you right?"
Harley looked up at Bill and smiled, "I do. And I love you too."
Bill kissed her head pulling away from her and she spun around to look at him. Her back stayed pressed against the wall. Bill put his hands in his pockets to warm them up and rocked on the balls of his feet.
Harley chuckled at him, tugging her hat down a little more as it began to slip from her head.
Bill but his lip taking his hands from his pockets having warmed them up enough. He moved one of his feet and accidentally trod on the lace of his boot. Rolling his eyes he knelt down to tie it back up again.
"Honestly Bill, I cant take you anywhere!" Harley laughed.
Bill poked his tongue out at Harley. "Actually I took you out today."
"Yes and it has been lovely," Harley responded, shaking her hips from side to side as she got a chill.
Bill finished tying his shoe laces after Harley stopped distracting him. "Hey, darling?"
"Yes, Will." He looked up at her and raised his right hand.
"Will you marry me?"
In his right hand he held a simple engagement ring, with a single diamond on the plain band. It was very Harley-like. He had brought it during the few months after the summer he was just waiting for the perfect moment to ask her. He couldn't imagine himself with anyone else in the world and to express their love even more he concluded that this was the only way.
Harley started at him speechless for a moment. Bill had untied his lace on purpose so that he could get on his knee without revealing his plan straight away. The ring glittered as the light hit it and she was in awe.
The scene was one that you could only ever imagine. A man proposing to his girlfriend by the river just as snow began to sprinkle down on them.
"Yes." Harley breathed out finally being able to form words. "Yes," she repeated nodding her head.
"Expecto patronum!" He exclaimed, a spurt of white streamed out of the tip of his wand soaring through the air and forming an animal. It had been a while since he had used a patronus and it had changed form. He knew this patronus form well, however, because it was Harley's. His patronus Gad changed to match hers— a large dog.
"Go to 12 Grimmauld Place. Harley's gone. She left the flat angry hours ago and hasn't returned. I don't know what to do..." he said, his voice cracking in fear as his mind trailed to the worst possible outcome.
With a flick of the wrist the large dog bounced out of the flat and the trail of white soon dissolved after it. He collapsed on the sofa, his head in his hands exasperated.
