Written for The Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition, Round 5, Bill Weasley.
Team: Holyhead Harpies Position: Captain
Length: 990ish words, excluding A/Ns
DISCLAIMER:
No matter how much I wish, I shall never be J.K. Rowling
No matter how much I beg, I shall never own Harry Potter.
Summary:
"Dad, you didn't tell your story the way you normally do, it's like you wanted to make it boring… To get us to go to sleep sooner," Bill and his kids.
Are you seeking a challenging career involving travel, adventure, and substantial, danger-related treasure bonuses? Then consider a position with Gringotts Wizarding Bank, who are currently recruiting Curse-Breakers for thrilling opportunities abroad."
"Victorie, Dominique, Louis, bed time," Fleur called.
"So soon?" Dom asked.
"It's past your usual bedtime," Fleur called out again. "Not to mention that you need to wake up early tomorrow, in order to help me, by doing chores. We have the Weasley family reunion tomorrow."
"Fine," Dom said grumpily
"Only if Dad tells us a bedtime story," Louis continued.
Fleur looked at Bill expectantly, "Sure," he said, loud enough for the kids to hear.
"Make sure they go to sleep soon," Fleur said. "Not to mention that you need to wake up early tomorrow, in order to help me with doing chores."
"Don't worry," Bill said, "they'll fall asleep in no time."
Bill sat on Louis' bed, arm around his youngest child. Vic was on the top bunk and Dom on the lower. "So, what story are you going to tell us? Beedle the Bard?" Dom asked hopefully.
"No, I was planning to tell you about my first time doing Curse Breaking," Bill said.
"Wicked," Louis muttered.
"Go on then, tell us!" Vic said.
"I was twenty at the time, and had spent three years training for it. I was with one of the seniors, Philip, and he decided to take me to Ramses' pyramid. Now the special thing about this pyramid is, not only are their protective enchantments, but also ancient forms of Disillument Charms. Its called the Ramulent charm, but we just called it Ram."
"Get on with the story, pleeaaase," Dom said.
"Right," Bill muttered, "On entering the Pyramid, we did the usual checklist of any counter curses. Including obvious ones like Finite Incantem, to unusual ones like Finite Flama, which stops you from burning."
"You are not a very good story teller," Dom muttered.
"Anyways, on entering the pyramid, we undid the concelement charms, and found the treasure, which I took back to Gringotts, a few months later. The end."
"That was a rubbish story," Dom said.
"Yeah," Louis muttered. "You should think of better stories."
"But it was a real one," Bill said.
"Then tell it better," Vic said. "For example:"
"There was once a man named Bill. At the age of seventeen, he moved to Egypt, to work as a Curse Breaker for Gringotts. Before he could start the actual Curse Breaking, he had to train, to learn spells to keep him safe. He had to train for three years, before he was allowed to actually go to the Pyramids and retrieve the treasure.
At the age of 20, he met a senior Curse Breaker, called Philip, who took him to Ramses' pyramid. At entering the pyramid, they tried some counter curses, to keep them safe. They used usual and obvious ones like Finite Incantem, but they also used wierd ones like Finite Flama.
As they went through the many rooms of the Pyramid, they could not see any of the treasure. They knew that Muggles had not stolen it, so guessed that all the treasure was put under a concealment Charm. 'Aparecium,' Bill tried. 'Finite Ram,' Philip tried. Soon the concealment charms went, and they got all the treasure out of the Pyramid.
A few months later, after retrieving the treasure from many pyramids, Bill took it all back to England, and returned the treasure to Gringotts. The End."
"That was interesting," Dom said as Louis nodded in agreement.
"Will you guys go to sleep now?" Bill asked. "Vic, that was put together very well."
"Thanks Dad," she said. "You didn't tell your story the way you normally do. It's like you wanted to make it boring… To get us to go to sleep sooner." Vic continued a few minutes later, when she was sure that Dom and Louis we asleep.
"I guess I did," he said.
"Dad, the better the story is, the sooner we'll go to sleep, unless you're dealing with Louis, who would probably make you tell another."
Bill sighed, "I guess you are right."
"Dad, we have caariers advice after the hols, sometime in April or May. What do you think I should become?"
"Well," Bill said slowly, "you are a very bright witch, so you could technically become anything you want to be, as long as it interests you. For instance, you are clearly very good at story telling, maybe you could become a journalist for the Daily Prophet, or write some more tales for children, like your favourite, Tales of Beedle The Bard. You are very caring, so maybe a Healer, you…"
"I like the idea of a journalist. I like recounting events that have already happened, anyways. But, I wouldn't be payed much…"
"Victorie, sometimes it is better to follow your heart than your mind. Look at Grandad Weasley: he might be poor, but is happy, because he followed his dreams. I don't care how much you earn Vic, remember, your mum and I will always be there for you. No matter what."
"Mhmm, who will be at the Reunion tomorrow?" Vic asked, changing the topic.
"All the Weasley's, and a couple others. Why?"
"Will Teddy be there?" she asked.
"Yes, most probably. Why?" Bill asked again.
"Just wondering," Vic muttered, going red.
"Okay, I should go before your mother finds out that you are still awake, you were supposed to go to sleep half an hour ago," Bill said, getting up and magically putting out the light.
"Night, Dad," Vic said.
"Goodnight Vic," Bill said, smiling.
Do you think you might want to be a reporter for the Daily Prophet? It doesn't require too many qualifications, and you just need to be organised, non-biased, and be able to pick out the detail, while add in your own research.
Another entry for the Quidditch League. Thanks to eighteeninches and Moonpumpkin for Betaing my fic.
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