AN: I am so sorry that this took so long to post, especially as I said I would have it up the next day, but I have been really busy in the last couple of weeks. Another one from Bill's pov, he really does seem to be forcing himself in there, Bill!muse is even asking for a fic of his own that tells his and Mark's story. Hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think.

Chapter Twelve: A Lesson On Consequences

Bill had been learning a lot recently, some of which he really didn't think he wanted to learn. He had no wish to know what was happening between his baby brother and Snape, romantically at least. It had been a shock to learn that Snape was a cross dresser and that he was teaching Harry how to be one, but that wasn't anything horrific. The thought of a relationship between them wasn't exactly horrific either, regardless of what Ron would say or believe when he found out, however details of that relationship were.

One thing that he was coming to learn though, or rather relearn as a result of this whole fiasco, was that actions had consequences. He hadn't really thought of the consequences when he had dragged Harry into that room then dragged Mark out, leaving his brother alone with Snape. Well not of the consequences for him, he had been a little worried at first that Severus may kill Harry, but then realised that he was being ridiculous. With the way Severus had been depressed he wouldn't kill the reason for his depression if he could turn things around to better things for himself, he was a Slytherin for Merlin's sake.

But Bill really hadn't even considered that there might be consequences for himself, something that in hindsight he realised was stupid. There was no way that Harry would let him off easily for what he had done, and he was now beginning to feel the consequences. He had apparated into the living room that afternoon ready to sit down to his mother's Sunday dinner, only to be hit with a hex almost as soon as he arrived.

"Ouch, what was that for?" He yelled, glaring at the twins who had their wands out.

The twins just looked bemused before speaking in tandem, "It wasn't us brother dearest."

Their statement immediately put him on edge, they were telling the truth, they hadn't done it, but they knew who had. He gave a start as he realised who they were thinking of and he spun to see Harry behind him, his wand firmly in his hand and an evil grin on his face. "Hello Bill," Harry began, "we have some unfinished business I believe."

Bill gulped, the look on Harry's face told him that this wasn't going to be a walk in the park, he should have realised that he was taking on the son and pack of the Marauders. He tried not to shiver as he inclined his head to Harry, trying to shrug the whole situation off with a startled, "We do?"

He just hoped that he could distract Harry enough that he forgot what he was angry about, but it didn't seem to be working. The rest of the family seemed to be sat around wondering what it was that he had done to upset Harry, but they all seemed unwilling to ask. Harry took a step towards him and Bill, without meaning to, stepped back away from him. He wasn't afraid of his little brother, oh no, he was terrified. Not only was the heir to the greatest pranksters to ever walk through Hogwarts, but he was the financial backers of the second greatest pranksters, and he knew all about Mark, or rather knew of him and the fact that Bill was hiding him from his family, or more importantly his mother.

Harry could be very mean and out his relationship to his mother who would then insist on meeting Mark and planning his and Bill's life down to the very last adopted child, all before he or Mark talked about moving in with each other. It would be a nightmare, and he could tell by the look on Harry's face that the other man knew exactly what he was thinking. He really hoped that Harry wouldn't take that route, but you never could tell which way his temper would go, if he would prove to be mean and vengeful or annoyed and mischievous. Bill was hoping for mischief, he at least had prior experience on a smaller scale; he had lived with Fred and George for years.

"How could you?" Harry stated calmly, something that terrified Bill. Harry was so calm, even though you could feel the anger hidden in his posture. "You just left me there, alone, with him."

Bill noted the confused looks on his families' faces but he wouldn't be the one to explain to them, it wasn't his business, if Harry wanted to tell them he would. He had to measure his answer, weighing up what to say so as not to let anything slip to his family that might annoy Harry even more. "It was necessary. You both needed to get over yourselves and sort things out."

He winced as he realised what he had said and saw the unfriendly look on Harry's face and rushed to explain, "I mean, you were both depressed, him when you didn't turn up and you when you couldn't find him at the club."

Harry's head shot up at that, and Bill wondered if it was because he hadn't realised that Severus was just as depressed as he had been. It was then that his words registered in his brain and he hastened to explain. "I may have placed a tracking charm on you that night to find out where you were going, and followed you to his flat, but no further, I had somewhere to be."

Bill strained his hearing to hear what Harry said in response, but it was nothing more than a mumble. He almost seemed ashamed or embarrassed about what he had said, something that concerned Bill. He shared a quick look with his mother who looked confused about the whole situation, but she soon took control and was ushering the rest of the family into the kitchen to help her finish dinner. A few people, Ron and the twins mainly, protested, wanting to know what was going on between him and Harry but a quick slap to the head had them following her every command.

Bill then made Harry sit in a chair before he himself sat down, realising at once the effect of the hex that he had thought to be a simple stinging hex. While it may have started with a stinging hex, it had systematically shrunk his clothing while he hadn't been paying attention. He appealed to Harry's better nature, asking him to remove the hex before his clothing crushed anything sensitive, before ploughing right back into their conversation where they had left off.

He was surprised to hear Harry say that he had found Severus at the club that night, especially as Bill knew he had gone home almost immediately. When he heard him say that he had seen Severus get onto the back of Mark's bike and then drive off Bill immediately understood. Harry had thought that they were together and had been the noble Gryffindor and backed off, but couldn't get rid of the need to see Severus, hence his weekly visits to the club. It made sense to Bill now, and the glares that his baby brother had thrown in the direction of the bar before leaving were now abundantly clear.

Bill wanted to laugh, but he knew that Harry wouldn't appreciate it; instead he explained that Severus was having dinner with him and Mark, and told him how it was that he had worked out the connection between them. He was sure that it was something that had been bugging his little brother, how he had known when he had covered his tracks so well. He then offered an olive branch in the form of information; he told Harry what he had observed of Severus in the last few weeks and that night, and anything that Mark had told him that wasn't told in confidence.

It had been an interesting conversation to say the least, one that the twins would have enjoyed immensely if their extendable ears had been able to hear through the wards that Bill had put up. Once they were done Harry seemed to be in a better mood and had made his way through to the kitchen to join the others for dinner.

Bill let out a sigh of relief, while the consequences of what he had done could have been severe, he had at least stopped the worst of Harry's ire. He laughed at the look on the twins face as Harry told them that they would just have to get better to listen in on him. Bill could tell that the family wanted to know what they had spoken about, but if Harry wasn't going to tell them Bill certainly wouldn't. The twins spent the whole first course badgering Harry before their mother told them to quit it or she would invest in a permament silencing charm for them. Bill chuckled with the rest of the family, he loved this mad bunch of people, now he just had to figure out how to introduce Mark to them.