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It was quiet. The explosive outburst of his brother had gone as quick as it came. Faintly you could hear his cries, the sound so raw and full hurt, it made Bill think that Ron's odd behaviour wasn't just down to the death of Fred, it was a battle with everything that had happened to him during the last year.

They all had heard, quite plainly in fact, exactly how he was feeling. Bill found Charlie staring at him from across the table, with a worried look on his face. As the eldest children, Bill and Charlie had made the unsaid promise to each other and their other siblings they would always look out and protect each other. Bill mainly protecting Ginny and Charlie would Ron.

Bill looked around, he saw everyone exchange glances; Mrs Weasley had tears running down her face, whilst Mr Weasley busied himself with the dregs of his pudding in front of him. Harry simply looked un-comfortable, knowing more than the others, he was wavering between wanting to go upstairs to his best friends and staying sat there wondering if he could hear anything else that might suggest how Ron was feeling. As for his brothers and sister they all sat shocked, of course, Ron was known for showing his emotions and arguing in the household, let alone Hermione and Ron was usual, however what shocked them all was the raw emotion in Ron's voice when shouts echoed through the house combined with the things he was saying.

Having seen his brother twice during the trios travels, Bill knew more than his brothers. He remembered the look on Ron's face the night he came to Shell Cottage, or the way he acted whilst he stayed with them, almost like he had been in the last weeks, no emotion, as Bill saw it, his face the night he arrived said everything, encouraging Ron to show no emotion after that, as if he was trying to protect himself from something by making it seem he couldn't feel at all. Bill knew Ron would never truly forgive himself for walking out on Harry and Hermione; a fact that made him not lecture Ron about it the minute he realised what Ron had done.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by his mother's voice;

"Maybe I should go up and check that everything is alright." she was already standing by the time she had finished talking.

"No Mum, don't. It seemed to me that Ron and Hermione need to talk over some stuff." It was Ginny who spoke; her voice had an edge of worry.

"Why didn't he tell us…that he saw Fr… how he was feeling?" Bill knew that they all thinking the same thing, how had they not realised there was more underneath the story than they knew? All of the other times Ron had been involved in some misdealing with the Dark Arts he always pulled through, making some joke about the situation. Now however his behaviour fit. He had witnessed the one thing that nearly broke Bill's heart, the death of a sibling.

"So thats what he meant by seeing things he cannot take back." Everyone focused their attention on George as he spoke, all with questioning gazes on their faces. George simply carried on.
"The night of Fred funeral... We had a chat, he asked me if I was going to open the shop again and that he wanted to help. when I mentioned Hermione and asked whether he had discussed the idea with her he got defensive, which gave me a chance to try and coax something out of him. I asked what he was trying to hide and his answer was 'It's just, I have seen things that… that I can't take back' I am guessing now he meant seeing Fred..well you know."

Noone spoke, they haddnt known George and Ron had talked to each other, everyone apart from Charlie although he didn't know the subjects they had covered, for George refused to tell him anything when he got back to his room that night. They were all wondering the same thing: how could have none of them realised the dark cloud surround Ron? For Bill, he concluded that they had all been wrapped up in their own guilt that none of them noticed how anyone else was feeling, besides Ron.

Harry gave a frustrated growl, got up from his and headed towards the back door.

"Where are you going?" Ginny asked, her voice slightly angry

"For a walk, I need to clear my head, plus I don't want to tell you lot stuff Ron doesn't want you to know." He answered, adding "Don't worry I will keep within the wards." To Mrs Weasley when she started to protest.

"Do you want some comp-any?" Ginny was cut off by the back door closing, her hopeful expression turning into one of disappointment.

"Don't worry about it; I'm sure he just wanted to give us some space." It was the first words Mr Weasley had said all evening.

"Actually, I think this is affecting him as much as us. If anything more, he is closer to Ron than I am, and besides we all heard what Ron said about him."

"I don't think Ron meant it in a harsh way, Charlie, but I can see his point." He didn't really mean to say it, especially with his parents sitting at the same table, but as he did, suddenly Ron's comment about Harry made perfect sense to Bill, a point he quickly elaborated before his mother could speak.

"Think about it, think about all the things they have done, from their very first year at school" he paused to give everyone else a chance to think before continuing.

"Harry got all the glory, for seven years, it's been 'Harry did this' 'Isn't Harry Potter brave?' all the time Ron was standing on the sideline, and if it wasn't for Ron and Hermione, Harry might not be alive today.

"We even took him in, and Mum you doted on him, he got a lot more of your attention than Ron ever did, and don't deny it because you know it is true. And I am not saying that you don't care for him, or that your bad parents, its just in these last few weeks, all anyone recognises is that Harry was the one who beat Voldemort, they all seem to forget that Ron helped, that he was there too."

The silence fell upon them. Bill could see that his mother was still fighting against her temptation to go up and check on her youngest son now all was quiet.

"Why was he only able to open up to Hermione? Why not one of us or Mum and Dad?" Percy asked, it was the one thing they all had been wondering.

"Because, Ron and Hermione have been through too much together, and none of us are really keen on letting you know about what we were up to and you lot are mourning. Hermione may understand but she won't fully understand some things." Every jumped as Harry spoke, not realising he was there, leaning against the doorway.

"How long have you been there?"

"Long enough. Mrs Weasley you could probably go and check on them now, I heard them talking from the open window in Ginny's room. It all gone quiet now though, with any luck he… they are sleeping."

Bill noticed Harry's slip up, and gave him a questing look, but Harry simply shook his head. Out of the corner of his eye, Bill saw his mother hurry up the stairs as they waited in complete silence until she returned.

Not long after, they heard the footsteps of Mrs Weasley coming down the stairs, as she entered Bill noticed that she was carry a bowl, which carried the evens pudding.

"They're sleeping peacefully, for now at least." She gave the table a sad smile. They all knew what she meant by her comment. Bill alone had heard the screams and pleas from all three of them at night: even when they had taken refuge at Shell Cottage. It wasn't unusual to wake up to one of them enduring a nightmare,

"So what do we do now?" George was looking at Bill, who knew that he wasn't just talking about the situation with Ron. To Bill, everything Ron had said, brought back the noticeable gapping hole in their family, it brought back all the feelings of grief, proof he had yet gotten over the death Fred, and the rest of his family was seemed to be feeling exactly the same.

"We try to get on with our lives. It will be an insult to Fred if we didn't." As siblings they hadn't discussed Fred at all, and Bill only mentioned it briefly with his father when they were arraigning his funeral. He didn't want to get on to the subject; he saw the flash of pain in George's eye as he said his twin name, and Bill really didn't feel like giving in to the emotion his pushed away when he was around his siblings. He was the big brother; he had to be strong around them.

"And we don't let Ron and Hermione know we heard their argument."

With murmur of agreement erupting around the table, everyone got up to proceed to their own tasks; Harry muttered something about going to bed early before heading up the stairs, followed by Ginny, who Bill was sure was being told more than the rest of them, George and Percy also retreated up the stairs, where too separate bangs of doors could be heard from different levels. Mr and Mrs Weasley went into the kitchen to clean up and as Bill knew, have a conversation of their own. Charlie gave his brother a look before heading out towards the garden to have a late night fly. Leaving Bill at the kitchen table, his head whirling with his thoughts, emotions and worry.