This is written for HSWW{C&A}!
Around The World In 31 Days!
Bahamas-Bill Weasley
I'm in Gryffindor!
[WC:444]
Bill Weasley stood in the kitchen of their newest headquarters, a safehouse in northern England. They were currently in an Order Meeting, trying to hold their own against the Death Eaters by rallying battle plans and supply lines. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had disappeared on Dumbledore's orders, and no one else knew what they were up against or what they were doing.
They had been gone for four months now, and everyone was growing worried. They knew they weren't dead for the simple fact their deaths weren't advertised; but it still did not quell the worry. When the meeting was over, he called for Lupin to have a chat before both men left.
When they were sure they were shrouded in privacy charms, Bill started.
"It's getting worse. Every full moon; it's like I'm gradually changing. The other week, I started sprouting fur. I can't do this! Fleurs talking about having children after the war, what do I do?" Bill asked desperately.
"I'll tell you what I learned from what Harry once told me, your wife needs you. She know's about your condition, and she's still with you isn't she? Tonks is pregnant right now, and I'm terrified the kid will be like me. But, you need to talk to Fleur. If your body is changing, you should start taking the wolfsbane. I have enough stockpiled to give some to you; I can bring it by sometime this week. But Bill, talk to Fleur, I'm sure she'll understand. She'll be the best person to work with you on this," replied Lupin, before leaving himself.
Bill was still anxious with worry, so he soon apparated home to his wife. She was in the kitchen preparing dinner when he walked up behind her. She was cooking her own steak, his was still raw to the side. Instantly, his mouth salivated.
Without worrying about her cooking it, Bill grabbed the plate and brought it to the table. Sitting down he picked up the chunk of meat and took a bite.
"What are you doing Bill? I have not cooked it yet!" Said Fleur, the words thick with her French accent.
"I'm eating," replied Bill, before taking another generous bite. "You don't have to cook them any more, I'll eat them raw from now on."
Sensing that her husband was not going to change his mind just yet, Fleur turned back to her cooking.
Later that night, after dinner was eaten and cleared away, Bill took his wife to bed. He would worry about talking to her tomorrow.