Chapter One: I'm a Big Brother

Ok, this is about when Charlie comes home and Bill's reaction. Please be nice if you don't like it. Sorry that it's short, next one will be longer, at least hopefully. Enjoy!!

Uncle Gideon and Uncle Fabian walked through the door into the Burrow.

"Hi Bill," said Gideon, ruffling Bill's hair. Bill bounced in delight.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"Well, you're going to have a brother!"

Bills excited smile turned into a scowl.

"Why?" he pouted.

"You see," said Fabian, "when a mommy and a daddy want to have a baby, they—Ow!! Gideon, that hurt!"

"Fabian, you shouldn't be polluting young Bill's innocent little mind……"

"Right! Sorry Bill, we didn't say anything."

Bill raised his eyebrows at his uncles who were grinning sheepishly.

Molly and Arthur walked through the back door 2 hours later. Arthur went into the sitting room and collapsed into a chair, but Molly stood, smiling tiredly. Gideon and Fabian beamed at their sister and went to go and make her some tea.

"Bill?" said Molly quietly. Bill turned around.

"Bill, do you want to meet your brother, Charlie?"

Bill fixed his face with a nasty scowl and trudged over to his mother, peering into the bundle that was in her arms.

He glared at the baby that was in the bundle. This 'Charlie', this little boy with already a head full of thick red hair was going to take his place as a loved son. This 'Charlie' was going to steal all the attention and love and care his parents had ever given him. He, Bill, would be left down in the dust, forgotten, as his parents and this disgusting baby lived happily ever after. Unable to form the right words, he just said: "His nose is too big."

"Well," Molly began, "besides his nose, do you like him?"

"NO!" he screamed, "I wish you never had him!" He stumbled up the stairs to his room on his pudgy legs.

Gideon and Fabian walked into the kitchen with a tea tray.

"What was that all about?" Gideon asked.

But Molly just shook her head, her eyes full of tears, watching the staircase which her eldest son had just gone up, filled with anger.

It was the dead of the night. Bill poked his head out of his bedroom door. The hallway was deserted.

"Good," he muttered, "I'm gonna give that Charlie what he deserves."

He tiptoed down the stairs into the kitchen, grabbing an egg from the refrigerator. He crept up the stairs into his parents' room. Right next to their nightstand was a cradle, which Bill knew contained Charlie. He walked over to it and looked inside. Charlie was lying there, his eyes wide open with curiosity. Bill jumped back in surprise. After a few deep breaths, he looked back in. Charlie was smiling now, looking at Bill with wonder and—admiration.

Bill dropped the egg on the ground. He didn't feel like slathering Charlie with egg yolk anymore. The look in the baby's eyes made him feel important, looked up to, and—loved. It made him feel like a big brother.

Charlie grinned even more and grabbed Bill's thumb.

"I'm a big brother," Bill told himself. He liked the sound of those words.

Charlie smiled and gurgled.

"Who knows," Bill told him, "you could even turn out to be pretty cool."

Well? Is it hideous? Do you like it? Yes, I know Bill is only two or three, (in my mind he's three) and that his feelings and his vocabulary seem a bit grown up, but he's a very mature little boy, at least in the dead of the night, looking into his brother's cradle. Please review!!!