Disclaimer:I do not own Bill Weasley, Fleur Delacour, or the Leaky Cauldron in any way, shape or form. They belong to J.K Rowling and her alone
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Chapter One
Sadness
Bill Weasley sat at the counter of the leaky cauldron. Wallowing in his self-pity over the break up of his girlfriend of two years, Fleur Delacour. Bill took another sip on his fire whiskey, and sighed.
'I wish I could find someone new, like she did.' Bill thought to himself, while looking longingly at the full table of males surrounding the now single and looking Fleur.
Fleur looked like she was having the time of her life. She was still young, a half-veela and full of life. She wanted to live her life fully, and not be tied down.
Bill had made the mistake of asking Fleur to marry him. Fleur wasn't into making such a commitment and she broke up with him on the spot, in a lovely restaurant. It had taken Bill ages to buy the ring, and make reservations at a fancy restaurant. He even had to take out a loan to cover all the costs.
His parents were at home waiting for Bill to drop by with his bride-to-be, but they were going to be severely disappointed. They weren't going to be getting any grandchildren soon.
Bill shoved some coins onto the table not caring if the fire whiskey was more money or he had put too much down. He was too consumed in his own thoughts to notice what he was doing or where he was going.
He just started walking, not caring if he made a fool of himself in the full pub on a Saturday night. He didn't care about anything any more.
It hurt to look at the ring box in his hand.
It hurt to wear the suit he thought would bring him luck like it brought his father the night Arthur and Molly got engaged.
It hurt to hear Fleur's voice, laughing at what one of the guys said.
Everything in Bill's body hurt. But the one thing that hurt most of all was his heart. It was torn, and probably not going to get repaired soon.
His heart beat slowly in his chest. It thumped against his ribs and shook his lungs. It was getting harder and harder to breath. His eyes became hazy, and his head had become clouded. He was surprised he could still walk. His brain was slow; it took minutes for his mind to send a message to his feet and tell them to move. They began to move slowly. Each foot lifting off the ground after every few minutes.
Bill walked on, not caring what attention his slow walking was getting. It was like he was in a trance. Until he hit someone.
Bill fell backwards and hit his head hard on the ground. He felt something fall on him. Something like a body.
Bill panicked. What had happened? Had someone been killed and fell on him?
Bill cursed himself for not being aware of his surroundings. He blinked quickly a few times and saw himself staring into two sparkling speckled blue eyes. The eyes stared back at him for a moment, before Bill saw the blackened sky above him. The eyes were gone.
Bill sat up quickly trying to find out who and where the owner of the eyes went. But, all he managed to see was a woman running away with her blonde hair flowing behind her.
'Who was she?' Bill thought to himself, as some wizards by the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron rushed to his aid.
'I will find her. I will. If that is the last thing I do.'
Author's
Note- I hope you like this! This is my third story so far, and I
will probably be getting a lot of reviews complaining that I'm not
updating. But, I'm trying to get them all out to see if you like
them. I'm sorry that this is so short, but I wanted to end it when
Bill met her for the first time. Other chapters will be
longer.
This story is a response to starblack's challenge on the Weasley's love. Tell me what you think of it, and please answer these questions:
Should I continue?
Does everything make sense in this chapter? If not, please specify.
Did I explain everything clearly?
Do you like it? Yes/No, Why?
Thanks for reading! Please review and remember Criticism is always welcome!
♥ Katie
