Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I do not have any rights to Harry Potter and I do not make any money from writing these fic's.

A/N: I got a request from Awesomely Unperfect 21 asking me to write a fic about a deaged Harry being looked after by Bill or Charlie. Me being me in my twisted mine decided to let both Charlie and Bill try to raise Harry while also being lovers so...WARNING! This is fic has brother/brother love! It is Bill/Charlie pairing! Warning!

A/N 2: Written for the Multi Chapter Boot Camp Challenge that Fire the Cannon is running.

Prompt in this chapter: Stood-up.

Chapter 1

Bill Weasley let out a depressed sigh as he ran a tired hand over the scars on his face as he tried his best to ignore the stares he was slowly gaining not just from his looks but from how long he had been sitting in the little cafe in Diagon Alley for. Ducking his head down Bill returned his gaze to the menu, pretending to read it with fake interest, as a waiter resembling a penguin walked up to his table with his nose held high in the air.

'Of all the places Fleur asked to meet up with me she had to pick the one place she knew I would hate' Bill thought with a glare as he looked around the cafe with a look of distaste planted firmly on his face.

All around him where wizards and witches wearing posh clothes with too much money, to Bill the waiters looked like penguins while the girl the host had tried to flirt with him until she had spotted the scars on his face. When Bill entered the cafe it had not gotten any better, the main theme was pink and lace. There was not a single spot that was free from the two most evil things in Bill's mind so he had compromised and chose a seat outside, far away from the horrible decor with only a delicate pink table cloth with a white frilly lace around the edge of it and a small pot of what Bill guess was meant to be pretty looking flowers.

'If people think this is a great place to come to then they need their brains being checked' Bill thought as he shifted on his uncomfortable white metal chair 'The only good thing about this situation is the fact the sun is he warmth...'

"Excuse me sir, may I ask if there is something the matter?" the penguin waiter asked as he came to a stop in front of Bill's table, "You have been sitting here alone for the past three hours now without ordering anything...are you going to be a paying customer?"

"Ah, sorry about this but it seems that my girlfriend is running...very late," Bill replied kindly with a sheepish smile on his face, "I do not know where she could of gotten to..."

Bill waited as the waiter gave him a once over taking in his long wild red hair pulled back into a ponytail, his fang ear ring, the scars on his face and the only positive thing going for him, his Gringgotts work uniform.

"I do not know why she has not turned up either," the waiter replied with an unhidden sneer in his voice, "But if I maybe so...bold to ask you, are you a Mr. William Weasley?"

"That's me, what gave it away? The red hair?" Bill asked with a playful smirk only to freeze when he spotted the serious expression on the waiter's face, "What's wrong? Did you get a message from Fleur? Did something happen to her?"

Ignoring Bill's worried words the waiter simply pulled out an envelope from one of his many hidden pockets and offered it to Bill. Bill paused, blinked in confusion and carefully accepted the envelope off of the waiter.

"If I may speak plainly Mr. Weasley," the waiter said emotionally causing fear to slowly build up in Bill, "It seems that you have been...stood-up. Lady Delacour...through I find myself not surprised by this fact."

With a heavy heart Bill turned his attention to the envelope where he recognised the familiar perfect handwriting of his girlfriend on the envelope. Moving to open the envelope Bill paused as he felt the presence of the snooty waiter standing over him, staring at him with a pointed look which held a message which to Bill was loud and clear.

"Ah...I better get going then if Fleur is not going to show up..." Bill said slowly as he tucked the letter into his robe pocket, "Thank you for all of your help sir."

As Bill pushed his chair back and stood up the waiter made a small hum sound and quickly started to clean the table while muttering none too nice words about Bill. Shaking his head at the waiter's words and actions Bill turned around and headed down back out into the busy street of Diagon Alley and headed towards the Leaky Caldron with the intention of flooing home.

'I wonder what could of happened to Fleur to make her act this way?' Bill wondered as he walked through Diagon Alley 'I wonder if...no...something must of come up like work and I know her father has not been in the best of health lately...'

As Bill's mind continued to jump from one conclusion to the next his feet carried him down the familiar path of Diagon Alley, through the crowds of people and excited Hogwarts students now on their summer holidays. As Bill came to a stop outside of the Leaky Caldron he found himself pausing and a thoughtful expression on his face appeared.

'If she could not make it then she would still be at the bank because she is supposed to be working today and we agreed to meet up during her lunch hour' Bill thought as his eyes turned to the large marble white building that he knew so well 'I can always just go and ask her what is going on and be done with it instead of worrying all day...maybe I can even help her...'

Making up his mind Bill turned on his heel and headed in the direction of the bank with his head held high and a determined look on his face. As he quickly reached the bank in little time he easily walked up the stairs with practiced ease and entered the bank.

'It is so weird being on this side of things' Bill thought with a small smirk as he entered the bank 'Now...to find Fleur...'

As Bill scanned the area looking for Fleur as he slowly walked further into the bank he found no sign of her, as he finished looking around for Fleur in the public area of the bank he suddenly found himself thankful that he had grabbed his work uniform by mistake in a rush to get to the cafe in time.

"She must be working in the back," Bill muttered to himself as he headed for the carefully hidden 'Staff Only' door that lay in the left hand corner of the banking hall.

Just as Bill reached the door it swung open and a familiar face stood on the other side. A large smile appeared on Bill's face at the sight of his long time goblin friend, Murdak. With a sigh of relief that he had found someone that might now where Fleur could be Bill happily opened his mouth only to pause when he finally spotted the worried and concerend expression in Murdak's eyes.

"Murdak...what is wrong? Did something happen to Fluer?" Bill asked worriedly as he looked closer at the goblin, "You know you can't hide things from me like you do with other humans, I've been working here for too long. What is wrong Murdak? The last time you looked at me like this I found myself being dragged into a private room and told my little sister had been taken into the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts."

Murdak let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his bold head, wise beady eyes gazed carefully at the red haired human standing in front of him with an air of confusion and worry. As he looked up into the blue eyes full of worry and panic a sudden thought hit the Gringgotts Goblin.

"You do not know...do you?" Murdak asked carefully as he eyed Bill carefully.

"I do not know what Murdak?" Bill asked as his worry grew, "Is something wrong? Did something happen...Fleur! Oh by Merlin's beard! Did something happen to Fleur? That must be it! That must be the reason why she stood me up at the cafe! Do you know if she is alright? Do you know if she was hurt or ill? Did she have to be taken to St, Mungos? Did she-"

"Bill," Murdak said calmly cutting Bill's worried rant off, "Fleur...she has returned to France."

"WHAT!"

To Be Continued...

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, and please remember this is not a Bill/Fleur fic but a Bill/Charlie fic.