When the monster stood before them, Bill was awed at the creature's majestic appearance. Although the students scrambled away, screamed and shrieked at the monstrosity that horrified even the Dementors, as his family hastily pulled Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory to them, and Aurors appeared with wands readied and spells barraged upon the monster, Bill remained where he stood, entranced.
When his brother opened his eyes, Bill pursed his mouth and the baby grabbed his finger. His mother had returned after she birthed Percy Weasley, one week where she rested after the fatigue of pregnancy, and she handed the baby to Bill. Charlie stood next to him, his eyes filled with curiosity and mouth relentlessly asked for the baby, how was he, why was he small, was Charlie look that small when he was born, could he held him, until the baby whined and his mother took the boy from Bill's hand. He appreciated his mother, for Bill disliked Percy Weasley.
Charlie had questioned him once, at night when the storm got worst and lightning thundered amongst the clouds and rained flooded the windows. Charlie had entered, his dragon plush in his arms, and Bill, forever unable to deny his siblings of their needs, welcomed him to his bed. As they settled with the narrow bed, Charlie asked him the question. Bill squinted, failed to formulate an answer to his brother. So he shrugged.
"Is it because he's boring?" Charlie said. Bill shook his head, for their brother had yet walked and ran with them. "Is it because he's had those black strings on his back?" Bill shook his head, for he pitied his brother, carried those blemishes on his back.
"He caused mom lots of pains," Bill said, after thirty minutes had passed and Charlie's eyelids barely opened. "Dad cried every night, don't you remember? And mom had to stay in her bed for two months. Because he existed." His mother had gotten an indescribable disease, which immobilized her from any activities for her last two months of pregnancy. The seven months previously, strange occurrences occurred. Mosses grew on the wall and below the ceiling, metallic objects rusted as soon as they were brought into the house; when his mother came outside, the gnomes ran away when they sniffed her and the grasses wither. On the fourth month, pellucid beings summoned into the house. Every night, they wandered the hall, and the nights they remained hidden from Bill's eyes, fires lighted the house. Smoke filled their home, and when the sun rose, the fire snuffed off and the suffocated air was replaced by a sweet scent.
When Bill heard snores, and saw closed eyelids, he pulled Charlie closer and waited until the storm halted that he returned the slumber.
Another figure shook him, their palm tiny and their strength equaled to a lamb pushing a boulder. When he opened his eyes, the small figure visualized into his youngest brother. Percy removed his hand when Bill's eyes stared at his. The boy dressed in a yellow pajama, with a stuffed hippo, named Big Tooth, for the toys front teeth were big, between his nape. His curly hair bobbed as the wind blew into the room, and his glasses were missing.
"Percy, where are your glasses?" Bill said, get off the bed and headed to the wardrobe. It was 1st September, and Bill's first year at Hogwarts. Percy hovered his hand above his nostril, his eyes glanced between his nose and his hand. Bill changed into his more formal clothing, though less formal than what expected of a wizard. Bill cared little of what strangers thought about him, only the opinions of his family. Once Bill finished, a checkered maroon-red shirt, a bisque pant and a pair of shoes, he turned around and Percy had yet moved nor his hand removed from his face. Bill said in a rougher tone. "Percy, back to your room and find your glasses. Mom and everyone is waiting." Percy nodded and exited his room.
Charlie bull-headed him into a hug, causes the suitcases to drop as he returned the gesture. His father laughed, his mother scolded and for a few seconds he remembered the warmth once enclosed his family. Then Percy came down, shifted into his morning clothes, and Charlie went and hugged the boy. Percy greeted them, his face remained emotionless.
Once they finished breakfast, Bill entered the fireplace and, with a handful of powder, yelled. "Platform 9 and 3/4!" Fire erupted below him, shrouded him into an insufferable veil of sweltering. His grasp on direction plunged into disarray and the vision shifted from the green color to rooms of unknown stores and houses and buildings. Sweats rolled along his arms and neck, his ears heard roaring and the sound echoed in his ears. He stumbled out, ashes stuck in his mouth and his nose sniffed a significant amount. He coughed, picked up his suitcases, put those onto the carrier and exited the room where few more of the fireplaces were built.
The platform crowed of students and their parents. He saw one pushing their baggage by themselves, another followed by their siblings; one showing a group of girls something, which the girls squealed. When he felt a prickling on his back, he turned around and saw Percy walking toward him. Big Tooth held in his arm, and his brother seem oblivious of the coos and whispered of adorableness from people around him. Charlie exited the room, followed by his mother and finally father. He looked down when Percy tugged his sleeve. The boy looked at him with solemnity. His eyes, the color of blue at the deepest of the ocean, dotted black across his pupil. His hand moved until he grasped Bill's.
Something ran within his arms. They crawled along his bone, tiny teeth scratched the surface where they reverberated in his ears. Like an axe pulled along a metal surface, while heavy boots stomped upon the floor and breathing of an animal rang through the air. The unidentified being swam in his veins, the boiling of the green fire return, now intensify in its heat and he saw his skin cracked. Tenders stretched between the meat, blood evaporated upon leaving his body. The sound now reminded him of cicadas upon the summer, where he and Charlie venture to the pond beyond their house, listened to the bug sang their voices.
Something broke through his skin, his meat, his bone. The smelt of putrid bodies. Something stuck in his throat, his scream unable to utter. Something flew through his eyes, and millions of worms crawl through the emptied socket, blood dried as they flew down his cheek. His parent missing their heads, Charlie's bones exposed to the world around. He smiled at him. He saw only cocoons around. Short and high, big and small, they dotted near the train, latched onto its body. He saw corpses laid on the ground, remained Bill of the mummified body he read every night. He saw Percy, his upper body missing, for strings grew and weaved into a creature that resided in the night, its eyes reflected multiple versions of Bill.
"Don't hold grudges," Percy said, and Bill removed his hand from the boy. His breakfast swirled inside, his vision blurred and his headache pounded. The feeling before was real, Bill knew. The images he saw were believable, he thought. His parent stared in concern. Charlie had moved behind and lifted Percy off the ground. The boy squeaked, his eyes closed as he hugged his toy. The train whistled, and the conductor warned about the time remaining. His parent moved and hugged him, whispered encouraging words and reassurance. Bill was thankful for his parents' thoughtfulness, but those words failed to warm the coldness that resided within. Charlie and he swore to write letters to each other, and Bill ignored Percy's wave.
Once he found an empty department, he leaned outside the window and waved to his family. As the scenery of the train station changed into hills and lakes and rivers, Bill's thoughts wandered about the school of his future seven years. Bill sniffed and the scent of blueberry and toast floated into his nose.
A moth landed upon the roof, where moss grew around it and birds laid lifeless as they dropped from the sky.