Ron
One night after dinner, when everyone was helping clear the table, Bill pulls Ron outside. He hadn't said a word by the time he starts pacing, and continued his silence as he begins running his hands through his hair.
"What?" asks Ron impatiently, inching towards the door.
Bill, suddenly turning on the spot, grabs the back of Ron's neck and pulls him into a hug.
"We never knew if you were dead or alive, you know?" Bill tells Ron, breaking the embrace by stepping back. "Tell me what's going on, I can't handle not knowing my little brother isn't safe."
"Bill, I've told you before, I can't tell you. This is the job Dumbledore left us three, and if he chose not to tell anyone else, there must be a reason," Ron hurriedly explains again.
Bill starts walking towards the cliff, his hands deep in his pockets. Ron makes a move to walk back inside, but Bill calls over his shoulder, "Walk with me." Ron sighs and follows, almost reluctantly.
Once they reach the edge of the cliff, Bill turns left, walking further from the house. Neither of them speaks as they continue this quiet interaction. Once they are far enough from the cottage, when it is no bigger than a shell, Bill stops. Ron almost runs into him.
"You've got to stop this nonsense."
"What nonsense?" Ron demands, throwing his arms up.
"This complex you have, you think you're all alone, it's not you three against the world, y'know. There are others here who have to fight this too. I know you want to leave our family out of this, but Ron, that can't happen. You-Know-Who is everywhere, it's only a matter of time before he finds you three again. And you kids need help—!"
"There you go again!" Ron interrupts. "We're not kids anymore! We're all of age, and we can do what we need to do by ourselves!"
"You're still my brother though!" Bill yells back.
Ron scoffs. "Yeah, well, you have plenty more, no need to worry so much about me then."
"Goddammit, you don't get it, do you, Ron?" Both men's shoulders slump at this comment.
"What?"
"I wouldn't be telling any of them not to do this!" Bill yells again. Ron's confusion shows on his face, and Bill explains, "You…you're my little brother, the youngest, you…you've always been…I like you more than the rest," he finally spits out.
Ron's face breaks into a smile. "I'm gonna tell Charlie, he'll be mad as hell." Leave it to Ron to turn a serious conversation into a competition between siblings.