The stoic Weasley. That position had always been filled by the eldest, Bill Weasley. The entire family on whole, was usually classified as the typical third class citizens. They were happy and perfectly content as such.. They were all very different, though. As people, that is.
Arthur was an eccentric man who took pride in understanding people. Molly Weasley, the glue that kept all of the binds together. Charlie was the tough guy. He liked to pretend. George was the entrepreneur at business and with family, with snappy retorts for anything under the sun; he coould literally make you think that the sky was green. Then there was Ron. He was always in the wrong place at the wrong time. He sort of skulked. He was just always...there? Ginny was a beauty with a temper. Percy was, simply put, the douche-bag brainiac.
All of this, was washed away however, with tears of blood, as the significantly smaller family stood over the mangled body of Fred Weasley. Bill, the Weasley's voice of reason, happened to take it particularly hard. He followed his brother's body directly from the castle and to the Mass Grave that had just been dug by the lake.
He watched the multitude of bodies fall into the grave simultaneously as crying family members watched, and gut-wrenching sobs were heard. All at once, the earthly bodies of friends, and Fred, were all banished from sight. He thought back on his relationship as Fred. It had never been a good one, but in the end, they were still brothers.
After reminescing for a moment, Bill fell to his knees, sobbing in the most hear-wrenching fashion, no longer the strong one, pulling chunks of hair from his own head, "Would you like to see him again?" a peculiar voice asked from behind, high and raspy. The tone was almost mocking. The hour was up. Voldemort had called Bill Weasley as his first, personal victim.
Bill refused to turn. He heard people scattering in all directions, as red and green bursts of light began emerging from everywhere. He closed his eyes, embracing the slight pressure in his left shoulder. The last thing he heard was the shrieks from his mother and Fleur. A tiny smirk stretched across his lips, then utter peace. With that, his body collapse front-first into the grave, directly beside his brother, at peace again. Bill was no longer the stoic Weasley.
