Another new story... I know, I just can't help myself. When the muse comes, it comes and when the muse goes, it goes. Nothing I can do. I have no discipline, you have been warned.

All recognizable characters, places, and plot-lines belong to JKR. If you don't know who JKR is, stop reading, this story is not for you.

I plan for this story to be a rewrite of all 7 books, I doubt it will get there but maybe just maybe it will spark some imagination in one of you more disciplined writers to write something similar or poke one of your friends to do so. There is nothing new in the Harry Potter fanfiction world so if you see anything you recognize from a different story it is probably from that story or another that has subconsciously come into my brain. I'll give credit where credit is due when I can remember where I read it... See A/N at bottom of chapter about Charlie being a chaser.

This story isn't going to just focus on Bill. It will switch perspectives a lot as the muse takes me. Bill will just be the instigator to a lot of the changes to the world in the beginning. I also plan on fixing some of the stupid adults in this world so be prepared for things that did not happen in cannon outside of the spectrum that has been presented.

With out further ado...

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Dear Bill,

It is official, I am the craziest Weasley to have ever lived. I have turned down the Falmouth Falcons in order to go chase dragons in Romania. Now before you get a portkey all the way back to England to knock some sense into me just know that I have some very good reasons. One, to quote Mum, "Quidditch is a dangerous sport with useless talents." I don't know if I completely agree with her but I will say my last stay in the hospital wing from a bludger to the head was definitely not the highlight of my year especially since it was Fred who knocked it into me during practice. But then I suppose chasing dragons isn't exactly the safest job either, might not mention that to Mum. Two, Dad always told me quidditch should not be my entire future. So, past Hogwarts, I stopped seeing it in my future and turned to other pursuits. It stopped being my dream a long time ago. Third, quidditch won't help me change the world. I would just be another chaser on another team. Granted, it would be fun and challenging but in Romania I will be able to make connections with the charitable organizations involved with the reserve and perhaps make a difference in the future. My chance with the Romanian reserve is now. If I don't take it I will never get it again. Quiddtich will only be a few years of my life, I can't turn down this opportunity for a few years of 'useless talent'. There are hundreds of small insignificant reasons also, you should see the pro and con list I made, but it all comes down to this.

It's what I want to do.

It has nothing to do with mum's fears or dad's expectations. It has nothing to do with what you or any of our siblings will say or think, not to mention my friends and teammates. I've looked at all the scenarios and have decided, while I may look back and wished I would have tried to play professionally for a few years I would not regret it like I would if I turned down the opportunity to work at the Romanian reserve. Go ahead and call me insane (I have a billion times) but this is what I think is best for me.

With all this said however, please don't say anything to Mum and Dad yet. I remember when you told Mum you were leaving for Egypt and I think this is really something that should be discussed face to face with them. I don't fancy a howler while trying to study for my NEWTs.

I hope everything is going well in Egypt? Have you seen a mummy yet? You know, Romania isn't that far from Egypt, perhaps when I move down there I can come visit?

Your brother,

Charlie

Bill laid the letter down on his lap in shock. He really thought Charlie was going to be the next chaser for the Falmouth Falcons. Charlie loved quidditch and he had to admit his little brother had a lot of untapped talent. With the proper coach and the right team he truly believed his brother could be an all-star like Gwenog Jones or Rudolf Brand. While Hogwarts teams were a great way for kids to play the game, it rarely lead to being notice by a professional team. The scout of the Falmouth Falcons offering a spot to try out to his brother proved Charlie had talent. Most players on the professional level came from minor adult teams or the open tryouts and even then it took hard work to be put on the starting line-up.

While Bill could say he was shocked he wasn't all that surprised. Charlie had a good head on his shoulders even if it was a little twisted, wanting to chase after dragons. Charlie looked at situations logically and left emotions out of it which is why he had been the coach of the Gryffindor quidditch team for four years running. From the highlights Bill's brothers had written to him, Charlie had made a good team this year but they were still very green (two beaters and two chasers being only second years) and did not win the cup against Ravenclaw but it had been a close game. Logically speaking quiddtich was not a long term career and Charlie was right in thinking the Romanian reserve opportunity was not going to be there again.

But it was Charlie's lack of confidence, Bill knew, that lead Charlie to believe he wasn't good enough for the professional circuit. Charlie was not the smartest student and had a lot of difficulty with charms and transfiguration. Bill tutored him through his OWLs and, while he did pass, the last two years had been a struggle for Charlie with Bill not there to guide him through NEWT classes. This was made even more apparent when Charlie had to take the apparition test twice over during the summer holidays. The only time Charlie ever seemed to be in his element was when he was on a broom. Bill thought Charlie would one day regret not going professional once he gain a little more confidence in his natural abilities but he would support him in his choice. Charlie was going to need all the support he could get when it came time to tell their mother her second son was leaving the country as well.

"William!" A voice outside the flap of his tent sounded. "Get your arse out here and help us with this box." Bill quickly put the letter with all his other saved letters from home and left his little tent. The sun was bright outside, glaring off the sand. The camp was bustling with activity. He shielded his eyes from the sun and saw the afternoon expedition team coming back from the tombs with four flying carpets full of artifacts. His jaw dropped in disbelief. Creden, the asshole who Bill had a mutual rivalry with, had a smug look on his face as everyone who was not in the tombs today surrounded him asking how he opened the chamber they had been working on for months now. "William!"

Bill's attention was taken by the owner of the voice that had called him out. It was his supervisor, Rolan Worthing, an older English gentleman who has been in the curse-breaking business for fifty years traveling all over the world including the Amazon, the Himalayas, and now Egypt. He had taken Bill under his wing as soon as he left Hogwarts. It was one of Bill's Ancient Runes essays that impressed Worthing describing how Worthing's own curse-breaking methods were flawed and then presenting a new way to go about detecting and bypassing most common curses found in old tombs. His Ancient Runes professor, Bathsheda Babbling, had sent her old friend the essay.

Bill had been directly under Worthing's tutelage for over a year now and Bill remembered the first tomb he ever opened. Worthing told him to use the new methods Bill had theorized in the essay. It had been a disaster and not one of his theories had worked. Bill now used the same methods Worthing had published years before. "Sometimes," Worthing had told him, "it is the effort of trying something new that catches the attention of those who have done it a thousand times before. You keep working on those theories, one day you may find one that does work and is better than mine. Just don't get yourself killed in the meantime."

"Set to work on this chest." Worthing brought Bill back to the present. "I've already made sure it is safe to touch with magic but we need to go over it with every detection spell in the book. We took what we could from the tomb but there were some nasty curses in there even I've never seen before." Bill stood, his arms crossed, with a frown on his face, his eyes glaring at his mentor. When Worthing realized his orders weren't being followed he looked up from the book he had been recording today's findings in.

"Do you have a problem?" Worthing said, eyebrow raised at his young apprentice.

"I've spent two weeks non-stop trying to break into that tomb." Bill vented. "I broke twenty-three detection and curse spells on that door, three of which have never been seen before and the moment I am ordered, by you, to take an afternoon off Creden is the one who miraculously gets the final lock to break. It wasn't even a cursed lock. I made sure the curse was cut off from the lock two days ago."

"Unless I am mistaken it was two days ago since you've made any progress on the door at all." Worthing went back to his recording. "We have to know where are weaknesses are William and then find the resources we need to get past them. Creden is very proficient at breaking charmed locks, you are not." Bill was still fuming. "Don't worry, credit will be given to those who deserve it, you included. This is a team, and teams must work together to be successful. Now, get to work on this so we can see what the old Egyptians left for us."

Bill spent the rest of the afternoon working on detecting all the curses on the artifacts brought back from the tomb. It was really quite ridiculous how many curses were in these tombs. The Egyptian wizards were very thorough when protecting their dead and the objects surrounding them. Although Bill was working up a theory that some of the object were cursed before entering the tombs and they were buried with the pharaohs as a way to keep them out of reach of those who would use them for nefarious means. Magic sometimes had a mind of its own and, if left to its own devices for thousands of years, could be absorbed and morphed to form different and more advanced shields, triggers, and traps. That was the only theory he had as to how those three curses no one knew of could have formed on the door to the chamber.

"Come on Bill." Thea begged with her Austrian accent, her lower lip out making her look very much like his nine year old sister. "Everyone is going out to celebrate. We all deserve a night out on the town. That includes you Mr. Worthing."

"Something tells me I'm a little too old and wise to keep up with the type of celebrating you had in mind." Worthing chuckled. "But you go on William. Have fun and enjoy. The next few weeks are going to be long and tedious as I'm sure you remember." He pointed to the large pile of paperwork that would need to be filled out and reviewed before sending each artifact to be appraised by the Gringotts goblins.

Bill did not need to be told twice. He would happily do anything to avoid the headache of archiving each detail of every artifact. A night on the town with his friends and Thea was one of the more pleasurable ways to do so. Thea had been at the camp for five months now and in that time the pair had been skirting around a relationship of more than friends. It's been a few weeks since the two of them had spent the night together, both having poured themselves into their projects in the tombs. Bill had no doubt that in the morning he would be waking up to her dark curls in his face and an embarrassed smile. She was always shy in the morning when the sun, bleeding through the tent, illuminated her skin rather than the candle light from the night before. Bill still hadn't figured out which he preferred but the embarrassed smile was always a highlight in his fantasies of her.

The group of young adventurers found an outside bar in the wizarding part of Alexandria and celebrated the success of their team. Many of the other curse-breakers bought drinks for both Creden and Bill, recognizing the efforts both put in to making it happen. Thea rarely left Bill's side and the two of them spent most of the night dancing in the street adjacent to the bar with all the other couples and being tease mercilessly by all the others. It was a beautiful spring night and when they all once again toasted to their success Bill could not help but think that if every day was like today, life would be perfect.

Only after a few hours Bill and Thea decided to call it an early night to have a little celebration of their own. After the customary teasing and jokes filled with innuendo, Bill was all too happy to apparate the two of them back to the camp. He apparated them a little ways away so that the two of them could walk in comfortable companionship under the stars teasing each other with seductive looks and the occasional kiss. When they got back to the camp though their bubble of solitude was popped.

"William, can I have you come to my tent please?" Worthing called to them as they entered the encampment. Worthing was just outside the main tent and he had a sour expression on his face. It reminded him of the time one of the new kids decided to trip a trap after not using the detection charms taught to everyone on the team. Needless to say the kid was tossed off the team and shipped back to whatever country he came from. The kid was lucky it wasn't in a box.

"I'll meet you in your tent?" Thea asked tentatively. She had recognized the look Worthing had as well. Something told both of them their perfect little night was about to end. Bill was going over the afternoon, wondering what he could have possibly done to aggravate the old curse-breaker. He gave Thea a kiss on the cheek and watched as she turned toward his tent before walking up to Worthing.

Something must have shown on his face because as soon as Bill was in front of Worthing the old man's expression softened and he placed a supportive hand on his shoulder. "You're not in trouble son. There is just some men her to see you." He steered Bill into the tent.

Like most wizarding tents the inside was much bigger than the outside but it was modest considering he was sure Worthing had a fortune stockpiled from his adventures around the world. There was a small kitchenette, dishes piled up on the counters. The main part of the tent held two comfy armchairs and a sofa surrounding a coffee table filled with maps and odd contraptions. Bill had yet to figure out how they worked. The bedroom was cornered off in the back and not visible but was probably just as disorganized as the rest of the tent.

Sitting on the couch, warm mugs of fresh coffee in their hands sat two people Bill did not recognize. However he did recognize the robes they were wearing and the 'M' patch on their left breast. These men were aurors from the Ministry of Magic in London. Bill's stomach dropped. There were only two reasons why aurors from the Ministry of Magic would come all the way to Egypt to specifically call on him.

One, he was being arrested for some crime he couldn't remember or didn't commit. Not likely considering they did not pounce on him the moment he walked into the tent. Or two, something had happened to his family; something bad.

"William Weasley?" The man closest to the tent flap stood up as soon as he noticed their presence, awkwardly placing the coffee cup on a spot on the table that wasn't covered with maps. Bill nodded his head not trusting his voice, hoping beyond hope that his assumption was unfounded. "Right, well…" More awkward shuffling. The man was young, probably only a few years older than Bill. The other auror stood up after moving some maps out of the way to place his coffee cup down. He was much older, a seasoned veteran no doubt.

"I'm Auror Horton and this is my partner Auror Foxlet." Auror Horton was curt and confident in his demeanor, his experience shining through as he stood next to his green partner. Bill knew he was suppose to shake hands or at least acknowledge the introduction but he just stood there dreading what this man was going to say next. Auror Horton, perhaps sensing that Bill knew why they were here, continued quickly.

"I'm not sure if you are aware but about four hours ago there was an attack on Diagon Alley." Bill's stomach dropped further, all he could do is shake his head. "We are not sure who instigated the attack or why but that isn't important right now." Auror Horton paused here as if giving Bill one last moment before his world was completely flipped. "There is no easy way to say this… Your father and mother, along with your two youngest siblings, were shopping when the attack occurred." And then, as if ripping off a band-aid. "I'm afraid both your father and mother died in the attack."

Bill literally felt his heart stop for a moment in shock and his legs started to feel weak. Worthing, hand still on his shoulder, felt him start to stagger and supported him while guiding him to one of the chairs nearby. Bill's mind felt sluggish as he tried to comprehend what he was just told. His Mum and Dad were gone. The last time he had seen them had been Christmas, his mother baking cookies with Ginny in the kitchen and his father fiddling with the muggle walkie-talkie Bill had given him for Christmas, Ron's voice yelling through the speaker. His mind sped up, panic and adrenaline hitting him.

"Ron and Ginny?" Bill asked Auror Horton. His voice sounded strangled and panicked.

"Your brother and sister are at St Mungo's." Auror Horton answered quickly. "It is my understanding that your brother only suffered minor scraps and bruises, a broken wrist being the worst. Your sister however was only pulled out of the debris a couple hours ago. I'm not sure of her current status but I know the healers are doing everything they can."

"I have to get to them!" Bill said in a panic standing up, his legs feeling much sturdier than just moments before. His mind was now racing like the fastest broom on the market. "What about my other brothers? They're at Hogwarts. Have they been told?"

"Another team of aurors was dispatched to Hogwarts to let the headmaster know of the situation." Auror Horton explained. "If they are not already at St. Mungo's, they will be shortly. We were sent here to get you Mr Weasley. We have a portkey which we can activate as soon as your ready."

Bill's thoughts paused for a moment, switching gears of thinking about his sister and brothers, to thinking about his life here in Egypt. They had just opened one of the chambers, artifacts upon artifacts needed to be cataloged. No, he didn't need to worry about that… but all of his things were here. He needed to pack, his tent needed to be packed away… His tent… Thea was waiting in his tent. What was he going to tell her? He needed to at least say good-bye… Good-bye… His Mum and Dad were dead… Would he ever come back?

"William!" Worthing was trying to get his attention. "Don't worry about anything here. I'll have the team pack up everything and send it your way as soon as I can. Go be with your family right now and take as much time as you need."

"But Thea…" Bill vaguely protested.

"I promise you, she will understand son." Worthing said steering Bill toward the aurors. "You will never forgive yourself if your sister needed you and you weren't there. Go, I will take care of everything here."

Bill was paralyzed with fear for a moment as he thought about loosing his sister as well. His thoughts turned back to his brothers and sister. Of course, he had to get to them now. "Thank you Worthing."

"Think nothing of it." Worthing said giving Bill one last push toward the aurors who were taking out what looked to be a muggle tennis ball.

"Are you ready?" Auror Horton asked. Bill nodded and reached out to touch the tennis ball. The auror took out his wand and tapped the ball once and it glowed blue. "We'll be leaving in three, two, one."

The world started spinning out of Bill's control.

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A/N Well, there is the first chapter. Hope you enjoyed. Don't know when the next one will be, might depend on the response I get from this.

Now, before I get a billion people telling me that Charlie is a seeker, not a chaser... I am perfectly aware but remember how I said I would be fixing stupid adults above... I will also be fixing quidditch or more specifically I will be using the quidditch rules already fixed by Sorcerer's Muse. If you have not read his/her stuff I highly recommend. New quidditch rules are as follows:

Keepers and beaters stay basically the same. Both can score, however beaters can only use their bats as they are not allowed to touch the balls with their hands. (i.e it doesn't happen very often)

Seekers are not apart of the game, instead there are 4 chasers on a team and two parts to their roles: The Chase and The Seek.

The Chase: Each chaser is trying to get a total of 5 goals (50 points). Once a chaser reaches 5 goals they are now eligible for The Seek.

The Seek: Chasers who are eligible for The Seek can capture a snitch. First snitch captured by a chaser is worth 50 points. After a snitch is capture by a chaser they are no longer eligible for the Seek until they make another goal. Each subsequent snitch captured by an individual chaser after the first is worth 50 points more than the last (i.e. 2nd = 100 points, 3rd = 150 points, etc.)

I found Sorcerers Muse's games to be a refreshing way to read quidditch with all the players being equally important and strategy being highly encouraged. I will go over all the rules again when quidditch comes up in the story but if you have any questions feel free to ask or go read Sorcerer's Muse's stories if for nothing else than the great quidditch scenes.