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Chapter 3 A Sudden Plunge In The Sullen Swell

Bill Weasley was tired of all the bullshit. First Charlie was killed on a mission in Spain, what the Hell was Dumbledore playing at sending him into that Death Eater infested hellhole with no backup? After Bill got back from trying to find whatever remained of his brother (and leaving behind a few pieces of himself in the process) He'd been informed along with the rest of the Order Of The Phoenix that Voldemort had somehow captured and killed Harry Potter.

Bill had lost his right eye and his left arm from his hand nearly up to his elbow in a battle with a manticore the death eaters had turned loose in Madrid. He probably wouldn't have made it out alive if not for his quick use of his Siberian Tiger animagus form. Even as a 650 pound cat he was outsized by the highly dangerous magical beast. Three 6 inch long diagonal scars were easily visible on his face, the eye patch he wore doing little to hide them. Bill didn't even care, he was done with the Order but his campaign against the Dark Bastard was just getting started.

The rest of his family was perfectly content to blindly follow the old man's every whim, Bill wasn't stupid enough to continue doing so. Now his only concern was finding out the truth in regards to Harry's death. Harry had been working with him on several missions as special Aurors under British Ministry jurisdiction, and the eldest Weasley kid had started to see Harry as another of his brothers. Harry had told Bill of his suspicions of Dumbledore and his loss of faith in the old man, and now more than ever Bill was seeing the truth of Harry's words.

Bill finished up in the shower and toweled himself down before wrapping the towel around his muscled waist. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, snorting at the thought that he now resembled Alastor Moody. Deciding it wasn't worth the time to shave and that he rather liked the short but thick beard lining his lower jaw he stepped into his bedroom at Shell Cottage. Dressing himself for the day he mentally went over the few, cryptic clues Harry had left him in the hopes it would give him an idea of where to look for Harry.

Not coming up with any ideas, Bill grabbed the titanium prosthetic arm he'd acquired from a friend who worked with the Unspeakables and strapped it on. Deciding he had no better ideas he apparated out to Diagon Alley and made his way down to Knockturn Alley thinking he'd catch some low life and rough them up for some answers.

Bill stomped his way through the dingy alley ignoring the hags, vampires, and other dark types that went about their business in Knockturn Alley. As Bill walked by a pub called the Burnt Bludger. He noticed a man in dark robes come out of a brothel across the street that walked with an awkward limping gait. Bill's one eye narrowed in recognition

"Amycus Carrow" Bill muttered to himself as he slipped into the shadows to the side of the pub. Keeping his eye on Amycus he quickly disillusioned himself and began tailing the unsuspecting Death Eater. After following Amycus through several winding side streets the perfect opportunity to ambush the slow witted death eater presented itself, Bill fired off a silent Stunner that hit Amycus dead on right in the upper back effectively knocking the man out.

Bill wasted no time using Legilimancy to scour the low level death eaters mind for anything useful and almost immediately found what he was looking for. Amycus had been witness to Voldemorts murder of Harry, and Bill instantly saw something that told him where he would find answers. Harry had a tattoo of a Black Raven gripping a blood red rose on his left shoulder. None of the Death Eaters nor Voldemort himself had noticed as Narcissa briefly glanced at Harry's bare shoulder before levitating his body along with the body of Bellatrix Black out of Riddle Manor.

Bill made to obliviate the Death Eater, then thought better of it and instead punched the man in the throat with his titanium hand several times until he heard an ominous cracking sound. Knowing he had pulverized the Death Eaters esophagus and broken several vertebrae he disillusioned the body before apparating home.

Bill quickly packed all of his field gear into his Auror trunk and shrunk it placing it in the breast pocket of his dragonhide jacket. Among his equipment was a runed silver dagger he would often use in combat. A portable pensive, a number of medical potions, several illegal rune keys and his Firebolt. Bill had also thrown a few bottles of muggle scotch along with a bottle of firewhiskey into his trunk. He had a feeling he'd be wanting some strong drink before the night was over.

Gear packed Bill quickly locked down Shell Cottage, stopping for only a brief moment looking at the picture of him and Fleur framed and sitting on his nightstand. Smiling sadly at the picture he turned away shaking his head as though trying to shake the memories away. Fleur had disappeared ten months ago while on a top secret mission for the Order, Bill tried to make his peace with the knowledge Fleur was most likely dead. Sometimes he still struggled with the guilt of not going with her on that mission, she'd assured him she'd be fine. But after ten months he'd given up hope.

Finally ready to leave he disapparated, arriving about a half mile away from his destination. The tattoo on Harry's shoulder was the motif for the ancient and long forgotten Black Family Manor, Ravenhollow. Harry had known of its existence and location as Sirius had named him his heir. Once Harry became the new Lord Black, Harry immediately began going over a list of properties that he now owned and decided that he'd get Ravenhollow set up as a safehouse in the event that one was needed.

Harry never got around to telling anyone besides Bill about Ravenhollow and the only other people who knew it's location were Bellatrix and Narcissa. Bill wasn't sure what that meant for them but it was a chance he had to take. Bill had a gut instinct telling him Ravenhollow held the answers he was searching for. He'd have to be careful as he was certain Narcissa would be there if Amycus memory was anything to go off of.

Bill was glad he'd spent most of the day prowling around Knockturn Alley, it was dark now night made perfect cover for him to work in. His Tiger animagus form was far stealthier than he could be otherwise and his enhanced senses allowed him to detect and react to different situations much faster. Assuming his Tiger form he blended into the darkness almost flawlessly as his fur was completely black except for a single flame red stripe in the center of his forehead and three silver scars over his right eye. Even though his Tiger form still lacked his right eye his night vision was still better this way.

Bill took off into the night following his memory to lead him to the manor and covered the ground quickly. Soon Ravenhollow came into his sight. Bill reverted to his human form and quickly scanned the area around the manor. He noticed three wards that would prevent him from getting within a hundred yards of the manor. Luckily Bill had one of the two signet rings that allowed the head of house (or anyone the head willingly keyed the ring to) that allowed him to bypass the wards.

Bill went through the wards without any problems. Immensely grateful that Harry trusted him with the ring, Bill crept up to the front door and used the impulse signal from the ring to unlock the door. Bill hadn't been counting on a fourth ward which triggered a silent alarm once he stepped through the doorway.

Narcissa immediately jumped out of the shower quickly wrapping herself in a towel before grabbing her wand and charging out of the master bathroom, out of the bedroom down the hallway down to the main floor and to the entrance foyer. Seeing a well built young redheaded man she didn't recognize she wasted no time, leveling her wand in his face and snarling dangerously.

"Who the fuck are you and how did you find this place!?"

Bill cursed his lack of foresight in not disillusioning himself before entering. Holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender as he recognized Narcissa from Amycus' memory he quickly ground out a reply "William Arthur Weasley, eldest son of Molly and Arthur Weasley. Special Forces Auror and former member of the Order Of The Phoenix."

Narcissa's curiosity spiked at hearing Bill's reply but she hid it behind her occulumancy shields. Eyeing the young man dangerously before speaking "What the Hell are you doing here?"

Bill remained calm as he stared down the wand of the beautiful older witch in front of him. "Wait am I seriously thinking about her attractiveness right now? She's got me at the mercy of her wandpoint!" He mentally berated himself before replying.

"I came here alone hoping to find answers as to why Harry Potter was at Riddle Manor August 29th."

Narcissa seemingly decided Bill was no threat to her and lowered her wand and looked down to the floor. Bill could almost swear he'd seen tears in the blonde witch's eyes. Without looking up at him, Narcissa began speaking in a broken voice heavy with sorrow.

"To understand the reason H-Harry was there... t-there is something you must know... Harry never told anyone, but, he was in a secret romance with... with my sister... Bellatrix."

Bill was astonished to hear this but he allowed her to continue uninterrupted.

"He and Bellatrix were planning on marrying on the 30th of August. The Fall Equinox was that day. They h-had decided on the Equinox due it being said to bring good fortune to a marriage according to Pagan tradition. Several days before then, Harry had told my sister he had lost all faith in Dumbledore. He told us he'd decided that Voldemort might be better suited to enact change in the wizarding world. Because Dumbledore was leading it to its own demise."

Bill nodded his understanding but voiced one question, "Where are the bodies?"

At this Narcissa's gaze flicked back up to Bill's eyes, in a flash her wand was aimed dangerously at his face again. As she stood up her towel fell to the floor, not realizing this she looked him dead in the eye and spoke in a voice as hard as steel.

"I've resurrected them. I will have my revenge no matter the cost!"

Bill couldn't tear himself away from her gaze as he listened to her rage.

"Nobody can stop me, Voldemort, Dumbledore Hell the ministry they'll all pay dearly for what I've gone through!"

Bill spoke calmly to the enraged woman, "Its alright, I'm not here to fight you or try to stop you. I want to help you..."

The words were coming out of his mouth without him thinking. Somehow his words did in fact calm Narcissa somewhat, her voice was more level as she spoke.

"How can you help me?"

"I have much information about the Order Of The Phoenix." Was his simple reply.

(Note) No Bill isn't stupid he is well aware that Narcissa lost her towel but in this moment he's more concerned with avoiding getting his head blasted off than staring at her body. - Just thought I'd mention it in case people were wondering.