Bill
I supposed it hadn't been the first time, perhaps it was the first time in a very long while. As the mature one in the family, I've always thought that I was the one to protect my siblings. Maybe that was why they viewed me as bossy and pompous. I supposed I deserved that now. But to have to protect Bill...
It had happened weeks ago, but I had only found out about it today. Runa Peterson from Magical Maintenance, had streamed in, all aflutter about having just seen Bill at Gringotts whilst getting out money for her weekly shopping. Scarred, she'd said his face was, almost beyond recognition. The only reason she knew who it was was simply because she was in on my secret. The secret that I had kept watching my siblings, checking up on them ever since I moved to my flat in London. I was still too mad at my parents though.
I couldn't believe that Dad – no, Arthur hadn't told me.
I couldn't believe how much I hated Fenrir Greyback.
I couldn't believe how much I wanted to go back to them, to console my brothers, to comfort my sister. To help Bill.
But I couldn't. My loyalties are to the Ministry and the Minister now. Even if Harry Potter and Dumbledore were right. Or maybe it was because of that I couldn't go back. Not now.
Bill had always been my big brother, the one with the patience to talk about classes at Hogwarts, rather than Quidditch like Charlie. He'd been the one to look after me, to help drive Fred and George away when I was studying, to encourage my ambitions. How disappointed he must have been to find out about my desertion.
To have been attacked – no – savaged by a werewolf must have been the most terrifying thing that ever happened to him. I should have been there to fight Greyback. To protect Bill from him.
I should have been there in the aftermath, repaying him for all the times he's been my big brother.