Disclaimer: Characters are JK's.

Author's Notes: I don't know if you can tell, but this is from Bill's point of view. He and Charlie always seemed a bit distant...Um. George's French line means 'I regret nothing.'

One last thing I heard...Someone told me recently that they found a fic to go along with my story. Frankly, I think I'm still blushing with delight...If that person is still reading, I'd love to see it! (My informer said she saw my name but never gave me the URL xD). Um...yeah, that's all! nn;;

I never thought it would end up like this.

We were always so close.

That's just how the Weasleys were.

But then, I suppose I'm hardly one to speak. I might not have done anything at all to stop them. I would've let them do whatever they thought was necessary.

I remove the washcloth from Ron's head. He hit it on the edge of the table when he went down. Figures the least coordinated of the Weasleys couldn't even be graceful when he was out cold.

We stupefied all of them.

What choice did we have?

They would've killed him. There's no doubt in my mind of that.

So what do we do now?

Charlie walks in, eyeing Ron with a strange look.

"Seems like he's finally coming into his own, doesn't it?" I ask quietly.

Charlie nods and sits down on the edge of the bed beside me. "He just stood up to him, like it wasn't a problem."

"The twins have been aching to do that for years, I'm sure."

"Hmph. Any reason to find Percy at fault instead of themselves."

"What does this mean?"

"That Percy lied."

"I can't believe it. What's wrong with him?"

"He's an ambitious sort..."

"Surprised me when he wasn't put in Slytherin..."

"Join the club. But you know Perc, he'll keep at something until he fixes what he believes to be broken."

I nod.

Charlie sighs, "Mum says dinner's ready."

"A'right." I stand and Charlie follows me from the room.
We sit here, pretending nothing happened. Harry, Fred and George are the only ones awake from their stupefys. Harry keeps nodding off into his potatoes though, so I figure I must not have done too horribly when casting the spell. Fred and George keep staring at the rest of us at the table like we betrayed them.

In a way, I kind of agree.

The we, beside Harry and the twins, of course, would happen to be half of the Order, who happened to have helped stop the attempt on Percy's life with far more enthusiasm than was necessary. Kingsley sits at one end of the table, beside Tonks, Charlie and I nearby. Mum sits near Mad-Eye and Harry, but I think that is mainly because they don't want him to drown in his potatoes. Ginny is upstairs eating with Hermione, who is awake, but unwilling to leave her room.

George slams his knife down, trying to encompass the entire table with a singular glare. "He was trying to kill Remus!"

Fred nods, eyes shooting daggers at any who happen to notice the silence has been broken. "Are we just supposed to sit back and watch it happen?"

Harry snorts, Mad-Eye Moody reaching over to pull his face from the potatoes again.

"What are we supposed to do?" I ask quietly.

"I don't know!"

"Something! At least...not nothing."

Both the boys look rather heart-broken, as if they had just seen their metaphorical puppy smashed into kibble by a troll.

"We're going to keep him here," Moody announces.

Mum stifles a soft sob. As I turn to look, she raises her napkin to her eye and blots away a tear. How could this have happened?

"...Under wraps, of course," Mad-Eye finishes.

Mum lets out a small cry of distress, and every Weasley present, including Harry, perks up, half standing. "My family...My beautiful babies..." Fred and George have the humility to look quite ashamed. "No more!" She stands, dropping her napkin. With that, she strides angrily from the kitchen.

From in the hall we hear a muffled cry of "MOLLY!" and Dad appears in the doorway. "What's all this about?" he inquires with a purely befuddled look.

"Broken..." Harry mumbles, flopping back to his seat.

"Broken what?" Dad looks to the rest of us questioningly.

"She's mad about us trying to kill Percy," Fred says standing completely.

George follows his twin's example. "Je ne regrette rien."

Maybe that Theo kid is having a decent influence on George...I could swear that was French, with a horrible accent.

"Regret nothing..." Harry murmurs, starting to fall forward again. Mad-Eye catches him casually.

"Y-you shouldn't have done it," Dad mutters. "Remus wouldn't have wanted you to..."

The twins sit simultaneously, paling considerably. "But it was for Remus..." George squeaks.

"I think...I think...Remus hasn't got much longer anyhow."

Silence.