The Plagues of William Weasley

'How's work, Bill?' Mrs. Weasley asked at the dinner table. They were having a large supper now that every one (that is everyone who sided with Dumbledore) was home.

'Get that desk job?' Fred asked, grinning, and Bill grew slightly pink, though he wasn't about to let his younger brothers get the best of him.

'For your information, I did,' he proclaimed, and the twins broke into identically evil smiles.

'And how's Fluuuuuerrr?'

''Ow's 'er Eeeeglish?'

'How's the rest of her?'

'Boys!' Mrs. Weasley said as she buttered some bread, but the twins were on a role, they wouldn't be stopped now.

'I love you Fluer!' Fred proclaimed, turning to George.

'I love vu too, Billy!' George jumped on his twin in a hug that resembled more of a tackle, throwing them both to the ground. Ron and Ginny erupted in a load of giggling and snickers, while George squeaked something that resembled, 'Ooh, vu diirty British boy!' This made Charlie burst out laughing while Bill had gone several more shades deeper.

'BOYS!' Mrs. Weasley said, herself going red, while Bill went to the other side of the table and lifted his brothers by the back of their robes.

'Hey, our snog!' Fred said, fighting him. 'Next time we're in Gringotts we'll interrupt you and that Veela!' Bill rolled his eyes and dropped them again.

'Fine, go at it, then,' he said, but the twins were done and they picked up their chairs, muttering.

'Really, Bill, you should have invited her over,' Charlie said, elbowing his older brother.

'She had to go home, her parents were missing her,' Bill said, hooking a piece of loose hair behind his ear.

'Oh, dear, your hair is getting unreasonable, really,' Mrs. Weasley said. Bill's hair had grown about two inches longer than the last time she suggested cutting it.

'Mum, it's fine like this,' Bill insisted, 'besides, it's not going to get any longer than this, it's been this length for a year now.'

'Someone else probably likes it that long, doesn't she?' Ron asked, smirking.

'Enough of that, now,' Mr. Weasley said, cutting some of his meat, 'it's like murder in this house if you like someone.'

'But dad, it's just so easy to get him to blush,' Ginny protested. Actually it was quite easy to get all of them to blush on the subject, and they especially liked to do it to each other.

'But Ron,' Bill said, cutting up his potatoes, 'you seemed to fancy that girl who was here before the Quiditch cup… what was her name? Hermione?' It was Ron's turn to turn into shades of pink.

'Actually, now that I think about it,' Ginny said, taking a drink, 'he couldn't keep his eyes off her in the Common Room, but they bicker like an old couple.'

'When's the wedding?' Charlie asked gleefully, and Ron stood.

'Ok, well, I'm done,' he said, gathering his plates and putting them in the washbasin, 'I'll be writing friends if anyone needs me,' he said, but the twins weren't done with him yet.

'Oh, Hermione Granger,'

'I love you so,'

'You seem to glow,'

'From head to toe!' They could hear a door slam and all of the Weasley children roared with laughter. Even Mr. Weasley chuckled even though he shook his head.

'So, how has work been, Bill?' Mrs. Weasley asked as the twins made kissing faces.

'It's been fine, mum,' Bill said, standing up with his plate, 'not as exciting as in Egypt, but I'm kept busy.'

'With what?' Charlie blurted out, and the twins sniggered, 'not that you gits,' he said, but that wouldn't stop them from laughing. He levitated his things to the sink and followed his older brother to the common room.

'Paper work, people putting in Leprechaun gold, those sort of things. How about the dragons?'

'Murderous, someone got charred last week,' Charlie answered, shivering, 'nasty business, he's still at Mungos.'

'You work with dragons and mum's worrying about my hair,' Bill said, chuckling. Bill flung his hair away from his face. The fire wasn't going, but it felt like it was six feet high. 'Are you hot?' he asked as he rolled his sleeves up, and noticed for the first time that there was a rather large sore on his arm.

'What happened?' Charlie asked worriedly, looking at it, and Bill shrugged.

'I don't know,' he said, it was an odd light-blue coloring, but it was small, only the size of a button.

'Billiam, it's a really odd color, maybe you should tell mum…'

'No, it's fine, it should go away,' he said, and covered it back up, 'besides, she has got enough on her mind,' he dropped his voice to a whisper, 'with Percy.'

'That fucking git,' Charlie muttered, staring into the empty fireplace, 'how could he do that?'

'You know him, Chuck, has to get in good with the upper class.'

'But still, you'd think he'd cool off by now, wouldn't you?'

'I did, but none of them are going to stop. Even with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named back with proof, he still doesn't want to talk to us. How much bloody shit has to happen before he admits we were right, he was wrong, period?' Charlie scowled, and rolled his eyes.

'He'll never admit that,' Charlie said; Bill rubbed his arm, 'git would have to be in front of the Dark Lord himself before he said he was wrong about anything.'

'If he keeps going like that he will be.'

'Are you sure you're all right?' Charlie inquired again about Bill's arm. Bill nodded and stopped rubbing it.

'Yeah, something's been going around the bank,' Bill insisted, 'it'll be gone by tomorrow.'

'Right,' Charlie agreed, and they went to bed.

But it wasn't gone by the next day; on the contrary.

Bill walked down the stairs sleepily, rubbing his eyes. There all ready were the banging of plates and eating utensils as he made his way into the kitchen. Ron and Ginny were eating silently, still half asleep, and the twins were fully dressed, eating quickly.

'Where's Charlie?' Bill said, voice still slurred with sleep.

'Upstairs, dear,' Mrs. Weasley said, pilling some eggs and bacon onto his plate. He was just rolling up his sleeve, (he fancied sleeping in an overly large shirt) when to his horror he saw his hand. It was the same blue color as the sore last night, and when he touched it, his touch felt incredibly cold. Immediately he covered it up, and looked at his plate.

'Mum, I'm not that hungry,' he said, and stood up.

'You have to eat something,' Mrs. Weasley insisted, but he shook his head.

'No thanks, I'll get something for myself later if I'm hungry,' he reassured her and hurried up the stairs. In his room he took his shirt off, and searched the rest of his body for the odd coloring. It covered his hand totally, and went straight to his elbow, but no where else. He touched it again, and to the regular hand the other felt incredibly hot, while his blue one felt cold. He tried to wiggle his fingers, but they didn't work like they should. He was thankful that his elbow did bend properly. He had started putting his shirt on when he heard someone at the door. It was Charlie.

'Bill, what the fuck happened?' he asked, gaping at the sky-blue coloring of Bill's hand.

'Nothing happened.'

'We have to tell Mum.'

'NO!' Bill suddenly cried, making his younger brother step back, 'er- I mean, no, it's fine. Like I said, it's going around.' But Charlie just stared at him. He hadn't heard Bill yell at him since they were teenagers, and this immediately brought back old fears Charlie had had as a kid.

'You said it'd be gone by today,' Charlie said quietly.

'Sometimes it takes longer,' Bill said, almost pleading. It made him feel odd that his, though he'd never admit it out loud, stronger brother looked at him like they were still five and ten, Bill wrestling the little boy to the ground. 'Believe me, I'll be fine.'

Look here! Angst! Not much, but enough! Yay! I CAN DO IT!!!