If you read my other fic (Dear Oblivion...) you'll start to see a trend... Yes, I am obsessed with Bill Weasley; he is my favorite character. I hope JKR expands upon him in future books, as I'm really anxious to hear more about him. I hope you enjoy! And oh, r/r if you feel like it... No pressure, but I really enjoy hearing what you think..

Disclaimer: All I own is my imagination (and the head girl), nothing more, nothing less. Everything else belongs to the wonderful JKR.

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Chapter 1: Backgrounds and Good-byes

When we pulled into King's Cross we were only just going to make the train. At the last minute, Fred and George realized that they had forgotten their Filibuster Fireworks and had to run back into the house and find them. Then, as we were pulling out of the driveway, Percy remembered that he had forgotten to pack his muggle dictionary. He had left it on his bed. So again, we had to wait.

"What do you need one of those for?" asked George while Percy undid his seat belt.

"Well some of us like to write papers with words spelled correctly!" he muttered and George rolled his eyes.

Finally, after everyone had settled back into the car, we were off. Fred and George were excited to get back to school. They wanted to see their friends and discuss ways to terrorize unsuspecting students and teachers. Percy was indifferent. School was just another step toward his inevitable success. It was no more than a chore to him. I, on the other hand, had been dreading it. I didn't hate school. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was a fine school. It was just that, after attending the same school for six long years, it was getting a bit tedious. Nothing remotely exciting had occurred at school in all of the years that I had been going there. Fred and George helped to liven things up a bit sometimes, but their pranks got a bit redundant after a while. There's only so many times that one can laugh at exploding dung bombs.



Another thing depressed me about it being my final year at Hogwarts was that I still had no idea what I wanted to be when I graduated. The trouble was, I wasn't exceptional at any one subject. I did well in all of them. Charlie already knew that he wanted to do something with magical creatures. Care of Magical Creatures was his favorite and best class. He was horrid at all the rest. How does one decide what to do in a situation like that? I didn't do well in school on purpose. I hadn't studied for an exam ever, and I didn't plan to start either. The good marks just came without me putting forth any effort. Mum and Dad were always lecturing Fred and George about how they should have been more like me and then they praised Percy because he had "already taken a leaf out of my book." During these arguments it took all of my strength to stop myself from bursting out laughing. Me? A role model? Ha! They had it completely backwards. I was much more like Fred and George. They just didn't get good marks like I did, and they studied more than I did! Maybe I had been born with the knowledge.

Anyway, when we finally arrived at the station, we really had to hustle. Dad put our trunks and things onto trolleys while Mum shepherded us all over toward the barrier. Dad went first, then Fred, then George. Mother went next, dragging Ron and Ginny along with her. Next went Charlie, and finally myself. At once platform nine and three quarters appeared before me. The scarlet Hogwarts Express stood proudly on the tracks, waiting to set off towards the castle. Dad helped us drag our things onto the train: the twins' toward the back, Charlie and mine toward the front. We all got off the train to quickly bid Mum, Dad, Ron and Ginny good-bye. Fred and George did it first.

"Good-bye, Dad. Don't worry we'll be good," said George with an angelic smile on his face.

"Sure you will. I'll be expecting an owl from Mr. Filch by the end of the week about you two," snickerd Dad.



"Who, us?" grinned Fred, shaking his hand.

"Good-bye Ron, take care of Ginny for us," said Fred. Ron nodded solemnly as if it had been a very serious matter indeed.

"Hey, George, write me if you pull any good pranks!" Ron reminded them.

"Will do."

Ginny did nothing but pout.

"Cheer up dear. We'll send you something funny to make you laugh. How about a-"

"Don't you dare give her any ideas, you two!" Mum scolded.

"Wouldn't dream of it. Well, good-bye!"

"Yes, cheery-o love!" George saluted as they darted towards the train.

"Hold it you two," yelled Mum, grabbing both of them in an enormous hug. "You don't think you can get away without kissing your poor Mum good-bye, do you?" She kissed them on the head as they struggled to get away.

"Ow, Mum! You're strangling us!"

"Gerroff!" yelled George. "Our friends might see us!" But they both kissed Mum anyway and then ran for the train. Then it was my turn.

"So long, Dad." I shook his hand.

"Good-bye Bill. Make us proud!"



"Doesn't he always?" Mum smiled.

"Good-bye Ron, be good. Don't give Mum too much trouble. You know what she has to deal with, with that lot," I jerked my head in the train's direction. He grinned and nodded. I ruffled his hair. Then I picked up Ginny and swung her around.

"I'll miss you, Bill!" she wailed.

I hugged her and put her back down onto the ground.

"I'll miss you too, but don't worry, Christmas isn't that far away. We'll be together sooner than you think. Make sure that Ron stays out of trouble, got it?"

"Got it," she whimpered.

"Good-bye Mum." I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.



"My little boy, all grown up. Your last time going back to school. How time flies..." she trailed off, wiping a tear from her face. I grinned, then hurried towards the train. I waited while Charlie said his good-byes. When he joined me on the train we waved, then disappeared inside. We headed down the corridor towards the privileged compartments at the front of the train.

"See you there," I said, as Charlie entered one of the compartments labeled "Prefects only."

I continued down the corridor until I came to the compartment labeled "Head boy and Girl." I rolled my eyes and then quietly slid the door open and stepped inside. A girl with waist length blonde hair was already inside, leaning out the window. I pulled out a book, preparing for the long journey, as the train started to move. Then the girl turned around abruptly.

"Bill? Is your name Bill?"

"Yes," I looked up, puzzled. I was pleasantly surprised by the face that was questioning me. She had bright greenish blue eyes and a small, slightly turned up nose. Her hair was pulled back prettily off her face. She was wearing a pair of muggle denim shorts and a white T-shirt.

"I think someone's calling you. Quick, come here!"

I hurried over to the window to see what she was talking about. Dad was running alongside the train, holding something silver and shiny.

"Bill! Your badge!"

I rolled my eyes.

"You'd better throw it then!"

He did so and it clattered to the floor of the compartment.

"Thanks!" I yelled, waving until he and the rest of my family that stayed behind disappeared from view. I pulled myself back into the compartment and closed the window.

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