I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE I HAVE BEEN SO STRESSED WITH EXAMS RECENTLY I HAVE NOT HAD A CHANCE TO WRITE AND THEN MY COMPUTER BROKE AND I LOSSED THE FIRST PART TO THE STORY SO I HAD TO REWRITE IT SO I AM EVER SO VERY VERY SORRY TO ANYONE WHO HAS BEEN WAITING FOR HTIS STORY !


Bill lay in disbelief for a few moments Dumbledore could not be dead, this was Dumbledore for goodness sake one does not simply kill Dumbledore. The silence in the hospital was almost unbarable for him, especially with the somber looks on his parents faces and Fleur who was crying silently. "It's a bit hard to believe" He murmured softly to which they all nodded, "It's come as a big shock but you need to worry about getting better son, at the moment that is the most important thing okay" Bill looked up at his father as he spoke, he guessed that was true but he did not really want to admit it he was not as important as Dumbledore, but he just nodded as best as he could, which was not really much and he was quite sure it looked more like an odd twitch than a nod, but it hurt like hell and he was sure his parents got the point. After wiping her eyes Fleur sat back down next to him taking his hand and stroking it gently, her touch was soft against his rough skin "So how bad is it?" He asked softly looking at his dad "Am I ... Well you know going to transform at the full moon?" Though Bill would not admit it he was very afraid of that happening, werewolves were always something he had been frightened of even though he was good friends with Lupin who proved that they were not all dangerous and were human and the kindest of people, he could not help but fear running into one at a full moon.

"As far as we are aware ... we don't know, Remus is convinced that you won't transform, but we don't really know what will happen" There was silence again as Bill processed this information, it was a relief to hear that he won't transform but they did not know anything really. "But they won't go, the scars they will always be there and never heal I tried, but there was dark magic I'm so sorry" Bill watched as his mother was reduced to tears and he was not quite sure what to say, he could feel pain across his body mainly in his chest and arms it worried him a little to think of the scars that would be left. To be honest though he had not been to fussed with his looks there really was only one opinion he cared about turning his head he slowly looked over at Fleur, "Are they? ... Do you .. do you mind?" Before Fleur could answer however, his parents became well aware that this was not really the moment for them to be sitting here this was something for the two of them to talk about alone. "We will come back this afternoon and check on you, besides Fred and George will want to hear how you are doing" With that they slipped out of the hospital wing, Arthur with his arm around Molly who only when they were out of sight and earshot began to cry again.

Once they were gone Bill looked over at Fleur, pulling his hands back he pulled himself up into a sitting position with a lot of help from Fleur she arranged the cushions behind him silently so that he would be comfortable. When he was settled she took his hand again looking at him again "I will still love you, Bill no matter what hap-ens to you, the scars meen notheng to me, they show you are brave" She lifted her hand up slowly and ran it across his cheek he could feel her cold hands as they made their way across the ridges on his face that were scars. "Are you sure?" To this Fleur just laughed and leaning forwards she pressed her forehead gently against his "I will alwayz love you Bill Weasley" Looking into her beautiful blue eyes Bill knew she was telling the truth and he was relieved adn so pleased to know that she loved him because eh would alway solve her, no matter what happened to either of them only death could separate them and he prayed that it would not. "I love you"

"I love you to" She whispered back kissing him softly on the cheek, sitting on the side of his bed again she held his hands and stroked the side of his face gently she had been sick with worry and dread over the past couple of days she was just so glad to have him back he may not be in one piece, but she still had him and that was all that mattered. They had not really said much after that Bill was to tired to talk and Fleur understood that instead she just sat next to him holding his hand and softly rubbing it with her finger, besides he needed to rest with basically the whole family visiting later he would need his rest.

Bill had dozed a little and awoke in the early evening Fleur had slipped out for the afternoon to change clothes and have a shower, now that Bill was awake she wanted to look presentable for him. Thankfully she had got back before he had awoken, even though he had noticed she knew he would not mind. "You look beautiful you know" He muttered softly and she blushed a little kissing his fore head "You ere a big softee you know" To this Bill had laughed and Fleur realized she had missed his laugh, in fact she had just missed him and it pained her to see him like this he was in pain and she knew it, Bill would not admit it of course but she knew. Madam Pomphrey brought over his dinner which was soup and though Bill had protested at first explaining he was perfectly capable he let Fleur feed it to him. He was not really use to having someone take so much care of him, being the oldest in his family he had got use to taking care of himself so as not to cause his mother any added worry or stress, but it was odd now having someone look after him though he could get use to it. After that his parents had shown up to see him and it was good to see his mother in a better mood than before she seemed to have relaxed more, maube she was getting use to seeing the scars across his face, he had seen them now Fleur had let him borrow her mirror she had been a bit tearful at the idea but he deserved to see them it was his face after all. The sight had not frightened or repulsed him, he had just accepted it really there was no changing it now he was stuck this way and if Fleur did not mind it then that was even better.

"Hey honey how are you feeling?" Bill resented the fact that his mother still called him honey even though he was a grown man, but he overlooked it, "much better mum thanks" Since he had rested all day Fleur was actually going to let him talk properly, but she still sat next to him on the side of his bed holding his hand like she had for most of the day. His mother talked about what Charlie had said in a letter and how he wished he could come back to see Bill especially now, but at the moment with his work for the Order out in Romania he could not make it back. It was understandable of course they all had their own lives to lead and he did not want to drag them all here just for him. There was the unmistakable sound of footsteps followed by laughter as Fred and George arrived in the hospital wing, Bill was quite sure they had been working on their best werewolf related jokes and wondered if their mother would approve of any of them. They both had broad smiles across their faces and it settled Bill a little to see them still happy and positive, "Hey Bill" "What do werewolves write" "in their christmas cards?" He pretended to think for a few seconds before shaking his head "What do they write?"

"Best vicious of the season" They both spoke in unison and Bill smiled it was actually quite a good joke and even mum smiled which was good, they were in the middle of another joke when the sounds of people running headed in their direction and a very breathless Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Harry appeared. "Bill I HAVE BEEN SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU" Ginny pulled Bill into a very soft hug being careful obviously not to hurt him,

"Hey squirt, Ron, Harry, Hermione" They all seemed to be relieved to see him awake and talking "You arrived just in time Fred and George are going to treat us to another werewolf joke, take it away guys"

"Right well why do" "werewolves do well at school" The two of them were obviously enjoying the spotlight and people appreciating their humour, everyone looked at each other shrugging and the two of them laughed. "because every time they're asked a question, they come up with a snappy answer!" They all laughed again and the evening went on much the same good humour, fun and laughter none of them gave Bill any odd looks or were repulsed by his scars and Bill was glad that this was his family, he loved them all so much and had no idea where he would be without all of them.