Disclaimer: In chapter one. I only need to say it once, it's not my fault you don't pay attention.
AN: He's chapter three. Take it or leave it.
Brotherhood of the Wolf
Chapter Three: Meet the Fockers...er, Weasleys
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The boys trudged back to the Burrow. Tired, bruised, and bleeding, they sighed in relief when Mrs. Weasley sent them up for a soak in the tub. Dinner wasn't as eventful as breakfast. Everyone seemed too tired to talk, they just sat there, wishing the meal would end so they could go to bed. Mrs. Weasley was still fluttering around, muttering a checklist to make sure that everything would be ready for tomorrow.
"Boy, she really worked us today," Ron mumbled, throwing himself unto his bed. Harry, too tired to do anything but nod, was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Mrs. Weasley could still be heard bustling about.
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"Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
"Bill, I didn't travel all this way just to back out at the last minute. Honestly, it's as if you don't want me to meet your family."
"Rion, it's not like that," Bill became defensive as a golden eyebrow was arched. "It's not! I want you to meet them, really, I do!"
"Then what's all the fuss?" Rion turned his attention back to the luggage belt, trying to find his and Bill's suitcases.
"Who said anything about making a fuss? I'm just--my family's not," Bull paused, trying to get his message across. "My family isn't what most would expect. I mean--"
Rion placed a finger on Bill's lips, effectively silencing him. "C'mon, you've heard th stuff I've told you about my brothers. If I can survive them for nineteen years, I can handle meeting your family." He kissed Bill gently and continued his watch for their bags.
Bill sighed. There was nothing more he could do but wait and hope for the best.
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Once again, Harry and Ron were woken by loud cracks. Rubbing their eyes, they realized that the twins were in the room.
"Bloody hell! S'not even sun up!"
"Shoot not the messengers," Fred said. "Mum wants you up and dressed. Bill and whoever will be here in a couple of hours. So, hurry up."
The twins disapparted before Ron was able to reach the lamp.
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"Um...it's this way," Rion pointed to a sign over head. Dragging Bill and their bags, he headed towards the nearst Rent-a-Car.
"I don't see the point of this. We could just as easily apparate."
"I've told you. It's a--"
"Waste of magick. The same thing you said when we took the airplane."
Rion shot Bill a look. "The muggle way may take longer, but I'm comfortable with it. You want me to be comfortable right now, don't you?" He pouted.
Bill rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
Rin grinned and walked up to an open counter.
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"Put that down, FRED," Mrs, Weasley hissed in aggravation. "Don't even think about acting up. Do you understand?"
All the children nodded, not wanting to be on the receiving end of her wand. The final preparations were being done. After inspecting the house and garden, Mrs. Weasley had shimmied into the kitchen and began dinner. With nothing better to do and not wanting to interfer with the blur Mrs. Weasley had become, they sat down and waited.
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"There it is," Bill said, driving toward the Burrow.
Rion looked out the window at the gravity defying house. "Well, it's interesting."
"To say the least," Bill muttered. Rion looked at his boyfriend, but otherwise ignored the comment.
"Mum! There's a car pulling up," George shouted.
"Oh, that must be them," she squealed, bursting into the room. "Come now, let's go and greet them."
"Bill, if you sigh one more time--" Rion was cut off by the car door slamming shut.
"Sorry," the red-head opened the trunk.
"No, I'm sorry. There's just too much stress right now. Y'know?"
"I know," Bill smiled weakly, grabbing their bags. "And I agree with you. Better to meet my family before than after."
"Good." Rion smiled as Bill kissed him.
"Here they come."
Rion glanced toward the house, eyes widening slightly at the people he saw.