Summary: Bill sends his parents on a much deserved holiday over the summer. He only has to watch Ginny and Ron while the twins move out. Easy, right?
Prologue
"Now remember, Ron needs to change his bandages twice a day and to take a spoonful of that sleep potion before bed. Also…"
"Mum, you've already told me everything I need to know, get going or you'll miss your train." Bill Weasley was currently trying to get his overprotective mother out of the Burrow. He and all of his siblings had planned a much needed vacation for their parents for the summer. The hardest part was trying to get her to leave.
"Bill is right dear, we don't need to tell him everything again. He is a responsible young man, just as you raised him." Arthur Weasley grabbed their trunk and his wife's hand. He tuned her around so that she was facing him and not his eldest son. "Molly, you don't want to upset the children by not going. They worked so hard to give us this gift."
It was moment's like this that made all the questions on how his parents were compatible go away. His father was the only one that could talk sense into his very overbearing mother. Although under the circumstances, he probably understood why she didn't want to leave, but she needed the vacation. A war was upon them, and they all agreed that before anything bad happened, Molly Weasley needed to spend alone time with the only person who could ever calm her down.
"Oh Arthur, I'm just worried is all." Molly Weasley hugged her husband and then turned to face her children. "You lot better not cause any unnecessary problems for your brother." A few sleepy yes mums could be heard from the barely awake children inside the burrow. They had all agreed to say goodbye to their parents, even if it meant doing it before the sunrise.
"Go already. I've got this all covered. It will be even easier with the twins moving out." Bill and Arthur had managed to lead the worried mother out the door and into the enchanted car. "If anything happens, I promise I will contact you."
"Alright, alright, I love all of you." Molly and Arthur climbed into the car and waved to their children.
"Well that took long enough, I think poor Ickle-Ronniekins fell asleep standing up." Bill rolled his eyes at Fred and George's nickname for the youngest Weasley boy. He was glad that the two were moving out of the Burrow, especially when it was on the good terms of them starting their own business.
Bill's gaze went over his family as they started going up the stairs to their bedrooms. The twins were in a set of new matching pajamas. They had an aura of happiness and excitement around them, even in the early hours of the morning. He knew he wouldn't have to worry about them, and Bill was secretly very proud of the twin's success. He wasn't worried about them.
He was however worried about his two youngest siblings. Bill was horrified to learn that they participated in the recent breaking in of the department of mysteries. He had visit both of them in the hospital afterwards, and both certainly had seen better days.
Ginny was oddly quiet for her. His father had told him that she had distanced herself from the family ever sense she had gotten home. He wasn't sure why, but Bill promised both of his parents that he would try to help her through whatever she was going through.
His youngest brother's problem seemed to be mostly physical. His arms held most of the damage from the brain attack, and had to be bandaged twice a day till the end of the summer to prevent infection. He was also having a difficult time falling asleep, hence the sleeping potion directions from his mother.
Bill went to sit on the lumpy moss green couch that was in the living room. He couldn't help but think that this was going to be a very long summer.