These characters belong to the brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling. I simply borrow them and take them out from time to time on an adventure. She is gracious to allow us to do this and so I take this chance once again to thank her for the privilege.
Bill dreamed of Hermione that night and woke bright and early to pack his belongings for their trip. If he knew Hermione, she had packed as soon as she went back to her room last night. He could not believe that she had opted to go with him and not his brother and Harry, but he would take what he could get. He wanted to protect her from the harshness of this world that he found himself in. He had so many things that he needed to learn about the werewolf and what he could expect. It scared him senseless that after all this time that he was experiencing any changes at all, after nothing had manifested before. He had thought other than a better sense of smell and his eyesight improving that he was going to escape the actual changes that a werewolf experienced.
"That is what I get for thinking." He thought with a smirk at his scarred face in the mirror.
How could Hermione love someone as ugly as I have become. He rubbed his hand over the claw marks on his face that would never go away. They ached to this day and would trouble him for the rest of his life.
Remus had come to the hospital while he lay there and told him of some of the things that he could expect during the coming months. The changes that he had gone through during his first full moon had not been as bad as he thought. He had not turned into a werewolf, when he emerged from the ordeal with hair longer than when he left his mom had hounded him for the next several days until she was allowed to trim it for him.
He finished packing and grabbed his bag then went downstairs into the kitchen. The kitchen seemed to be the place where all the Weasley's gathered. It was the center of their world. No matter what happened or what went wrong Bill would always remember the times he shared here with his family and smile. He would always see his mom gathering her flock around the table and feeding them if they were hungry or not. He closed his eyes taking in the smells around him of food cooking and the smell of his mothers perfume as he walked toward her. He wanted to take that sent with him when he left and when he was afraid he could take it out and be calmed by it.
His mother was the bravest person he knew in that moment. She stood there and took down plates and gathered silverware and with a wave of her wand sent them flying toward the big table. All the while Bill knew that she was terrified, today she would not only have to let him go into the unknown to face what ever dangers awaited him out there in this world gone crazy with war. Today she would also be letting Ron and Harry and Hermione walk with him into that world. He and Hermione would be traveling in different directions than his youngest brother and his friend but Bill knew in his heart that he would see them again. When the time came to end this, he knew that they would gather once more, he was however unsure how whole they would be when they were together again. Bill prayed for them all as he walked up behind his mother and hugged her to him.
"I love you mom." Bill said with such a depth of feeling that his voice cracked and he had to clear his throat. Molly turned and hugged him to her and cried into his shoulder with a worry that only a mother can know. Then she turned back to the stove and went about the business of fixing breakfast for her family.
Bill nodded he knew that his mom needed a few moments to gather her feelings close to her heart before the rest of his family descended on them. So he sat down at the table quietly and began to butter toast that she had levitated to him. As he worked in silence he thought yet again that his mother was indeed the bravest person he knew.