A Weasley of a Situation

'Bill, why are you wearing a glove?' Ron asked, eyebrow raised. It was the next morning, and Bill had decided today that he couldn't avoid the family.

'You like it?' Bill asked, admiring it over his sausage, 'Norwegian Ridgeback, class A material.'

'It's lovely, dear,' Mrs. Weasley said, but Charlie furrowed his brow and stared accusingly at Bill, who just looked down at the plate. Bill attempted to pick up his fork, but once he put food onto it, it dropped on the floor. His fingers couldn't grip it properly. This particularly grabbed everyone's attention, and they stared at him as he went down to pick it up. His sleeve proved shorter than he thought, though, and as he reached down it rid up his arm, bearing the blue skin. Mr. Weasley was sitting next to him, and he caught a glimpse of it.

'Bill,' he said, and Bill picked up the fork with much effort.

'Dad?'

'Take off your glove,' Mrs. Weasley stood on the other side of the table as Bill turned red with embarrassment, and Bill shook his head.

'It's nothing-'

'What's nothing?' Mrs. Weasley asked, and Bill could have kicked himself for saying anything. 'Bill, what's nothing?'

'Take it off, William,' Mr. Weasley demanded, and as everyone stared, Bill slowly took off the glove. Ginny squeaked in horror, while the twins stared, Ron yelped, and Charlie shook his head.

'Bill!' Mrs. Weasley shrieked, and grabbed his wrist. Her touched was so cold it burned, and he wretched it away.

'Mum!' he cried, and watched as an imprint of her hand slowly faded. With out warning Mrs. Weasley turned on the twins.

'WHAT DID YOU DO?' she bellowed so menacingly that they jumped onto each other for support.

'It wasn't us!' George squeaked, and they gripped harder.

'THEN WHO WAS IT?' she said louder yet, and they buried their faces into each other's shoulders, falling back off the chair that Fred was originally occupying.

'It wasn't them, mum!' Charlie said, and she turned on him. 'It's been doing that for three days now!'

'YOU KNEW ABOUT IT AND YOU DIDN'T TELL US?' she screamed, and Bill stood.

'I told him not to, I thought it would go away-'

'Go away?' Mrs. Weasley said, quieter now. 'You're turning blue and you thought it would go away? We're going to St. Mungos, now,' she instructed, and they all stood up, Ron pale, Ginny almost as pasty as he was, and the twins still cowering from their mother. Mrs. Weasley grabbed onto Bill, who was holding his useless arm by the sleeve, and they both disapparated out of the room. Charlie followed, as did the twins, and Mr. Weasley stayed behind to use the floo network with his two children that weren't of age yet.

Terry sat at the counter of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and drummed her fingers impatiently on the desk. It was ten-thirty and the twins still had yet to arrive. Of course, this had happened before, and she had opened the door, but business was slow, someone had yet to come in today. She told herself that if they weren't there by noon she'd close up shop and give them a drop-by. Eleven passed, as did eleven thirty, then twelve, twelve fifteen, and still no sign of them.

'Where are they…' she muttered and wrote 'closed' on the door. With a pop she disappeared and reappeared at the Burrow. She knocked on the door, and found there was no answer. She rattled the door and found it unlocked, so she slipped in quietly.

'Fred!' she called through the kitchen, 'hello? George!'

There was no answer.

Her hand tightened around her wand in her robes and she saw that it looked like they had just up-and-left at breakfast. She saw no signs of a struggle, though, so she looked around one more time, then popped back to number twelve.

The whole Weasley family stood at the end of Bill's bed as the Healer tended to him. When the Healer had opened his shirt, they found that the whole right side of his torso was blue, and now that they were there it was quickly spreading. After an hour of inspecting him, the Healer was quite in a spot.

'I don't know what's wrong with him,' he said honestly, and fingered his wand nervously. 'I've never seen this before. It was probably a goblin curse, there are a bunch of those in Gringotts.'

'But I've never been near the vaults,' Bill argued, while his mother motioned for him to be silent.

'They tend to be everywhere, I'm afraid,' the Healer said, and shook his head. 'Someone came in last week with a chicken head and we still haven't been able to take away his beak.'

'So there's nothing you can do?' Mrs. Weasley asked, worry in her voice. The Healer shook his head.

'Not now, but let me see what I have in my books,' he said, and left. Everyone then spread out to the side of the bed as well, and there was silence. After a few seconds of everyone looking at him, Bill cleared his throat.

'… Yes, well, everyone has things to do, don't they?' he said, and Mr. Weasley got the hint.

'Ah, yes, the Ministry will wonder where I'm at, I'd better tell them,' he said, and started for the door. 'Come on, Ron, Ginny, I'll be stopping home first,' he said, and the two, who had regained very little color, followed him. Fred and George said they had to get dressed and go to work, while Mrs. Weasley offered to give Bill and Charlie a cup of tea. After they all left, Charlie sat down next to Bill, and put his head in his hands.

'Lovely view,' Bill said, motioning to the brick outside the window. This didn't get much response from Charlie. 'You all right?' Bill asked, and Charlie looked up.

'Yeah, I'm fine,' Charlie said, but pressed on his temples harder yet. 'Headache.'

'Get a healer to take care of it.'

'No.'

'What?'

'It's not that kind of headache,' Charlie said, and Bill nodded.

'Oh, it's one of the other kind of headache's then,' Bill said sarcastically, and Charlie's face turned to a grimace.

'Shut up.'

'What, little brother?'

'Shut up! God, this is fucking stupid, what's wrong with my head?'

'Get a Hea-'

'I DON'T WANT A BLOODY HEALER!'

'All right, all right, calm down Chuck!' Bill retorted, crossing his arms. 'How long has your head been hurting you?'

'Days.'

'Why didn't' you tell anyone?'

'I didn't tell anyone because of you!

'Yeah, well, if you want real pain you should try having what ever the hell this is-' But he didn't finish. In front of his eyes his younger brother fell to his knees, hands gripping his hair as if he was trying to make himself go bald. He let out a shriek, and Bill watched in horror as his brother twisted and contorted in pain.

'CHUCK!' he cried, but his brother still arched his back, 'CHARLIE STOP IT, THIS IS STUPID!' but suddenly Charlie stopped, and with a few deep breathes his hands dropped from his head. 'Charlie…'

'Shut up.'

'Bloody hell, you sure like those words today.'

'I said don't speak,' Charlie then stood, pulling out his wand. 'I'll tell you when to speak,' Bill realized there was something wrong with his voice. It was cold, uncaring, and as Bill watched him stand, he saw that his eyes had turned yellow, cat-like, evil…

OooooOoooo ominous, ne? Hehe, thuuurs another one, sorry, I was on vacation so I couldn't post… went to Ireland, I did, wonderful country!