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"Blimey fuXkin' Hell…" A very angry Weasley muttered to himself rubbing his eyes. He looked around, something had caused him to wake up but what was it. Bill sighed looking around the living room which he was currently sleeping in. He was visiting his family, and had donated his old bed to Hermione who had to stay over after an injury she received from…

The war.

Hermione had actually just been released from the hospital, and she seemed happy to be able to be near those she knew. Harry slept in Ron's room with his best friend. He and Ron had been released two nights before Hermione, though both boys hardly ever moved from old pain.

Bill shuddered remembering that Voldermort had been defeated just a month ago…and it took a whole month for everything to get back to normal…well not everything. There had been many losses.

Many losses.

For one, Percy…God Percy. The whole family was more then shocked to find out he was a spy for the Order of Phoenix. Arthur Weasley and Molly Weasley had played their parts very well, and Percy had too. Well Percy finally told his family that he had been a spy, and their parents also filled the family in. But Percy had told his family he had been a spy from a wheel chair. The death eaters found out about him and tortured him, but luckily Lupin had been able to help him…Had found him and saved him.

But Bill's baby brother would never be able to walk again.

"Maybe that's why I woke up….A nightmare about Perce."

He rubbed his eyes and was ready to try sleeping again when he heard a sound. It sounded like someone's breath hitching, like when you were choking back tears. Bill rose quickly knowing that must have been what woke him up. He turned around and saw the kitchen light was on. Stretching, and popping his back briefly he walked towards the light. When he entered the kitchen he saw his youngest brother sitting in the middle of the floor, crying softly.

The sight made Bill stop in his tracks. He stood quietly taking his brother in. Ron's eyes were both black, and bandages were under his hair. He had a brace on his leg, the bones slowly being mended due to a curse. Ron sat crumpled on the floor, just crying mournfully gripping a Weasley sweater to him. Bill approached his brother and gently touched his shoulder. Ron jumped his teary blue eyes turning towards his older brother.

"Bi-Bill!" Ron hiccupped out, and wrapped his arms around his brother, his cries getting louder. Bill held on to the young man tightly, and kissed his brother's head lovingly, feeling chilled to the bone. What was wrong with his youngest brother?

"Ron…Ron are you alright?" Bill finally choked holding Ron so close it was as if he was trying to push the boy into merging with his chest. "No," Ron sobbed harshly, "No! Everything…Bill I hurt-"

Bill grabbed his brother tightly, "Do I need to call you a doctor? Do you need Mum?" Ron looked up at him and sniffed, "I-I just…" Ron exhaled deeply, "I'm sorry." Bill looked at Ron who had calmed and now wiped his face. Bill smoothed his brother's hair down shushing him lovingly, "Ron, what's wrong?"

Ron said nothing.

Bill grabbed his brother pushing him into a hug again, when unexpectedly he felt tears prickle in his eyes. Bill couldn't help it the next thing he knew he was in tears.

"Bill? What are you-"

"My little Ron…my little brother…I love you so much. Why are you…Gods I'm sorry. I wasn't there to help you when the war happened…I was off hunting down the wrong lead. I wasn't able to protect you."

"Bill it's not your job to do that!"

Yes it is Ron!" Bill cried pulling away from his brother so moist brown eyes met moist blue eyes, "Since the day you were born…since the first day I held you in my arms…I was ten at the time. You were so small, because you were premature you know…but oh Ron you were a beautiful babe. Out of all of us Weasley's you were the only one who didn't cry. You were so quiet and peaceful, and you never cried, you just watched everything with wide curious eyes, and I promised to protect that curiosity with all my might. Because I'm your big brother, so it is my job." Ron smiled faintly and wiped his eyes resting his head gently on Bill's shoulder, "I slipped in the kitchen. It didn't hurt, but I just started remembering the war and how everything hurt me, physically and emotionally."

Bill nodded stroking his brother's face, "It's okay that it hurts Ron…I was beginning to wonder when you'd break. Everyone has had themselves a good cry but you Ron…but that's how you are. You were always last to cry." Bill kissed Ron and scooped his stunned brother up. Gently he stepped out of the kitchen and laid Ron Down on the couch and curling up with his brother. It was a snug fit, the two curled up on the couch.

"Bill?"

"You're staying with me tonight…I gotta make sure my brother is safe. This is the least I can do."

Ron smiled at Bill embarrassed that he was going to be spending the night on the couch with his brother. He could imaging what Fred and George would say, but as if Bill was reading his mind, "Hey when the terrible duo come down stairs tomorrow act like your in a lot of pain so they won't mess with you." Ron smiled bright, "Thanks Bill."

"Of course."

"Hey…Bill?"

"Hmm?"

"It doesn't…it doesn't hurt so bad anymore."

"Good. I'll keep the pain away alright?"

"Alright…good night Bill."

"Good night my Ronnie."

"Don't you dare let Harry or Hermione hear that nickname!"

"What will you do if I accidentally slip?"

"I'll cut off your hair in your sleep!"

"You wouldn't!"

"I would."

"…Little bugger."