CHAPTER 9– Seven Piece Perspective

One long year later.

It was the day before Ginny returned to Hogwarts for her final year and the majority of the Weasley family were at home. Molly and Arthur were out, pottering around a garden centre and everybody except Hermione was de-gnoming the garden.

Hermione was sat on the roof scrawling in her notebook, desperately trying to describe the hilarity of Ron's Graduation Party, in which she had taught them how to play Spin the Bottle, but Luna had charmed the bottle so it always landed on her and Rolf. Except in her inebriated state, she had said Ron and this caused a lot of confusion for her boyfriend and Ron, who, every time he had to kiss Luna, was watched mournfully by Lavender Brown.

Below her, de-gnoming had turned into an event that was severely competitive, with Bill, Charlie and Ginny tied at the top. Ginny had long come to peace with her 'Harry Issues', but had a vindictive streak that caused her to slightly miss aim occasionally and hit Harry in the head. All of the boys were sweating like pigs and Ginny was dressed in gym clothes she had 'borrowed' from Hermione. Suddenly a yell caused her to drop her notebook.

"Crap." She groaned, as it fell in through a window, jutting out at unstable angle from the rest of the house. She made her way back into the house and was on her way downstairs, when Bill and Harry appeared.

"'MIONE!"

"Yes?"

The boys exchanged mischievous glances', and before she knew it Bill had thrown her over his shoulder and was running down the stairs with Harry following, both yelling like cowboys. They leapt into the sunlight. She was laughing and screaming all at once as Bill took a leaf out of Charlie's book and jumped into the pond with her.

HARRY

Harry watched, bemused as his sister was thrown over Bill's shoulder. Her face was hot red as they ran down the stairs, thundering wildly. When Bill soaked them both to the skin however, with a triumphant smile, Harry could put his finger on the look in their eyes. It was sheer…

RON

…Happiness, thought Ron as he watched Hermione and Bill laughing together. He wished Bill had never came home from Egypt so soon, it made his stomach twist in a sad bitterness as he watched Hermione so happy. Ron had tried and failed to make her laugh like that again, and for his own brother to do it was a blow to his cause. He turned away from the sight and…

PERCY

…watched as Ron turned away, as sullen look clouding his face. Percy sighed. When would Ron understand he wasn't like that for Hermione? He had become so confused between his long time crush and the actual feelings he had for her. Percy sighed, knowledgeably. It could be worse, he supposed, he could be playing the field worse than…

CHARLIE

…grinned at his brother looking so complete. If only he could find that. He pushed the sad ebb back down his throat and was determined to enjoy his last day in England before going home to Romania. Noticing the scheming look on Ginny's face he distracted her by shoving her into the pond as well, doing an epic cannonball after her.

GINNY

…plunged into the luke warm water, gasping with laughter. She watched as her family joined them all except George whose eyes were fixed on a figure just outside the back gate.

GEORGE

…felt sick to the stomach. He had long given up hope on Sophia ever coming to see him and had buried himself in work to hide the hurt he felt from the rejection, the first thing he had done properly since Fred. And yet there she was standing at the gate, looking confused as she could hear them but not see them thanks to the wards.

MOLLY

…bustled up the front path to see a tall muggle dressed in a stripy shirt peering around, squinting through her glasses.

"Can I help dear?"

"Oh! Hello, I was looking for George?"

"George dear?"

Arthur looked equally confused.

"Yes, I met him last year but haven't been able to come and see him, like he asked. I turned up to his house but there was a not on the door saying he was at the Burrow. I had to call Hermione to ask where that was."

"His house?" enquired Arthur.

"Yes in-"

"America!" yelled George taking down the wards. They rippled like a grand waterfall to reveal six young people all screaming and floundering in the pond.

"Sophia was in America!"

"Er, yes." She agreed.

"Well then, she had best come in. Dinner will be in an hour dear and you're more than welcome to stay over. Any friend of George's is more than welcome."

Molly dragged Arthur inside, leaving the two awkwardly standing there.

"I'm sorry, I haven't been able to afford a train fare to London yet." George wrinkled up his nose.

"You have to pay for trains?"

"Well duh. I've had to get a job and everything."

"Well then I should be the one apologising. Come in?" He offered her an arm, some of his gentle charm reappearing.

"Of course sir." They walked about ten meters before George took her bag and with a grin reminiscent of Fred's shoved her into the pond with his family.

Bill padded up to his room, trying not to drip everywhere. He was still smiling slightly. He opened the door and once he had dried off, sat by the open window to dry off his matted hair.

Upon sitting down he saw a small notebook hanging half in, half out the window, pages splayed everywhere. Each page was coated in Hermione's distinctive loopy handwriting. Frowning slightly, he flicked through it.

Name after name, after memory, after memory was on each page. He skimmed through several, before coming to a page entitled:

Who is Bill Weasley?

His heart seemed to sink to his stomach. He read in depth.

Bill thinks his face is hideous. I more see it as a map. There are four scars on the left side of his face, which twist and turn, leaving jagged edges. They are deep, with pink middles and they pull his smile into pensive frown. One slashes through his eyebrow.

I assume, he has grown his hair long to try and hide them. He no longer pulls it up with a string of leather, but lets it fall around his face, hiding his sharp blue eyes. He is built more like Ronald than the twins, with a long lanky build, yet he has no freckles, which is odd. I'm guessing he looks more like The Prewett's than we'll ever know.

Bill is not the same person he used to be. He has hidden inside himself, disliking to go outside into the community, which doesn't surprise me. The looks people can give him are unbearable. Fleur said she did not care what his face looked like, yet I know she must have. She wanted to marry the handsome rugged Curse breaker, not the cursed scarred man who hides in Egypt to avoid his problems. He thinks he is a monster, and he has shown me this, when he attacked George.

He stopped reading when the page ended. He thought the time he had terrified Hermione was in the past, but clearly not. She saw him as the monster he was.

Trying to calm his wolf (which was becoming ever more present in his life), he packed his travelling rucksack quickly. He had been home on British Jobs for the next year, but his mate didn't want him. He had scared her, he had committed the ultimate crime in his eyes, and he could not stay here anymore. He apparated to Gringott's and was placed on a job at MACUSA with immediate effect.

The crack he caused as he apparated away caused the notebook page to flip over. It also attracted the attention of Hermione, who was about to knock. Instead she opened the door and burst into tears the second she saw what she had done.