A/N this is Bill, requested by 917brat
The morning after Voldemort had been defeated, Bill joined his wife and his parents sitting around the comatose body of his younger brother. He stared at it, his heart in his mouth. His lively, fun brother, lying there. On the floor. He couldn't take it in, how one minute he had five brothers all fighting in Hogwarts, and the next rumours were flying round that a twin had been killed. He didn't even know which twin, but his heart had broken and he had frozen in the hall, his mind ticking over every memory he had with the two Weasley clowns.
Then they had found out it was Fred, and Bill's heart broke once more for George. He had resumed fighting with added vigour, determined in some way to take down whoever had killed Fred, even though in his heart he knew it wasn't a Death Eater's fault.
Then, hours after Voldemort's defeat, Madam Pomfrey had found a sign of life, and suddenly, Bill had had five brothers again. But Fred was still unconscious, still desperately still.
Now it was morning, and his mother and father and lovely kind wife were all sitting in silence around Fred's body. Bill kissed his wife good morning, trying to convey his thanks for her thoughtfulness the night before when she had stayed with his mother and Fred.
Soon he was joined by his favourite brother - Charlie, one of his best friends. But when he greeted his brother, he did not receive a smile. Bill had not received a smile from Charlie since the day of his wedding ten months before. The day Lyra had left. Bill watched from his wife's side as his no longer estranged brother and his little sister supported George to where they sat. He stared at Ginny as she approached, he had watched her fight, that night over twenty four hours ago, and she was no longer so little. Here she was, supporting her older brother through a time that she too must be finding tough. Watching his little sister helping George, he felt an awe for her, and though he had always adored her, he had never respected her.
They were finally joined by Ron and Hermione, who came down together holding hands and laughing together. In his miserable state Bill wanted to shout at them for laughing but couldn't bring himself to do so. From the corner of his eye, he could see Percy constantly trying to get Charlie to open up, but it wasn't working. Though Charlie was looking at him, he wasn't answering the questions, and hours after Fred had been escorted out of the school, Charlie finally groaned and buried his head into his hands. Bill was pleased to see Percy give up then.
After the sun had gone down, and their little group had been in silence since Percy had stopped nagging Charlie, Bill finally heard a clapping and cheering, and looking to the left, Bill nearly melted with relief to see Lyra approaching them. He liked Lyra anyway, and was overjoyed that she was alive, but was happier that she could finally ease Charlie's anguish, finally mend his heart. He watched in silence as Charlie slid off the bench, standing up to face Lyra who then ran at him. And though Bill had expected it, he was still shocked to see a smile finally emerge on Charlie's face after ten long months of absence.
He watched happily as Lyra threw herself into Charlie's arms and they finally kissed, their first kiss in front of others for over a year. Eventually, though, at the sound of the cheering Lyra and Charlie stopped, and she buried her blushing face into his shoulder. Bill watched in awe as his younger brother behaved as he'd never seen him behave with any other girlfriend before, caressing Lyra's hair with a look of such besotted tenderness on his face.
It was for Charlie's sake that Bill was glad the war was over, not so that he and his wife could work and live and behave as newlyweds, or that the entire world was safe thanks to his brothers girlfriend, but that in doing so Lyra had made Charlie happy again. And Charlie had given Lyra a reason to fight, to live and to come back to. He watched them embrace, and Bill knew they were the perfect couple. He was proud to fight for them, and proud to help Lyra return to her love.
A/N this was fairly tricky - I'm marking this the last chapter even though I had a few requests that I haven't done yet. Sorry :( but I'm just losing my inspiration, it's taken me ages to write this chapter alone. So that's it, for this story. It's complete. I can't write any more without it being repetitive and dull.