A Weasley Family Secret

One Shot

It had been a routine Order mission. Then, they'd been mugged in a muggle alley on the way back. The man got them by surprise. Kingsley carried Bill all the way to Grimmauld. He's suffered a head injury during the fight.

It was serious enough they had taken him to St Mungos. The mediwitches said it was a rather severe concussion with evidence suggesting his brain would be a little scrambled when he awoke, but he should be otherwise fine.

The entire Weasley clan was waiting sans Percy. Remus, Tonks, Harry, and Hermione were also scattered outside the room. Sirius had wanted to come, but he wasn't a certified service dog and therefore wasn't allowed in. They'd given him something for the pain, and now it was a waiting game.

Four hours later, Bill began to come to. Arthur and Molly rushed to his side and as he opened his eyes the first thing he said was, "Mom?"

"I'm right here, Bill. We're all right here," Molly assured her son.

Bill's eyes caught Arthur's, and he smiled, "Hi, Dad."

Bill let his eyes wondered around the room looking at all the faces until he frowned and turned to his parents, "Where's Papa?"

Molly and Arthur's smiles dropped. They looked at each other, speaking through their eyes, but before they could say anything, Fred spoke up.

"What do you mean, Bill? Da's right there," pointing at Arthur to prove it.

"Yeah, I can see that, Freddie," Bill conceded, " but where's Papa?"

Before anyone could say anything else, a mediwitch stepped inside the room, and systematically got every one out into a waiting room where the others sat. Arthur and Molly quickly grabbed Remus and hastily occupied a corner where they frantically whispered at each other.

"What's that about?" Harry questioned his best friend Ron.

Ron looked up at Harry from his spot on the floor in front of him. His eyebrows furrowed until he followed Harry's line of vision to the adults (except for Tonks who was presently scheming with the twins), "I'm not sure, mate. Bill woke up and started spouting off about a Papa. Fred tried to point out that Dad was there, but Bill was kind of insistent they were two different people."

"Huh," Harry huffed.

Before he could begin overthinking any crazy ideas, something even crazier occurred.

The Head of the Malfoy family, Lucius Malfoy stormed in followed shortly after by Narcissa holding a confused and slightly bed rumpled Draco. Lucius' eyes were wide as he took in the room finally landing on Mr and Mrs Weasley. He started over to them quickly but didn't bother keeping his voice quiet in his urgency.

"The healer's flooed; said it was an emergency. I promise I wouldn't have come otherwise. What's happened? Is he alright?" Lucius rattled off questions one after the other, talking as fast as possible.

"He's going to be fine, Lucius," Arthur placated the man, "He just woke up. He was attacked; somehow hit his head hard enough that he's asking about Papa."

Arthur stares at Lucius intently as the blonde's eyes widened and darted between the parents. The panic that had just bled off his frame came back in full force, and he had to sit down in a small hospital chair- not acknowledging anyone else in the room.

It was quiet for many minutes. No one quite knew what to do. The Weasleys and Malfoys had had a blood feud for centuries. Hell, Arthur and Lucius had gotten into a literal physical fight the beginning of Harry's second year. Now, they were being not only civil but quietly supportive not to mention secretive.