A Long Kept Secret
The door shuts as he leaves and Bill is left in the dark.
******
The next time the door opens, the light almost seems blinding to him. He’s been in the dark for a long time and he can’t be sure exactly how long. Fenrir smiles at him, looking normal for a brief moment before his eyes twinkle with a sort of madness.
“Been comfortable, little Weasley?” Bill resists the urge to correct him and tell him that he is, in fact, the oldest of his siblings.
“Not really,” comes the dry response.
“Tut tut, little Weasley. That’s not very polite.” He moves closer and Bill does his best not to look at him. He doesn’t want to be here. He wants to be home. He wants to be somewhere else. Even his mother seems like a perfectly angelic person in comparison.
Fenrir moves stealthily, almost cat like. Bill has to admit that on some level, he really is graceful. All the same, he wants his brother, his savior. It’s not safe here. He’s not with anyone who can keep him safe in the slightest.
“Apologize…”
“I’m sorry…” The words nearly choke him. He doesn’t mean them. Then he’s picked up and shoved against the wall, wincing as the air is knocked out of him and a pain shoots through his spine.
“Say it like you mean it, little Weasley…” His voice is soft and sickeningly sweet unlike the cinnamon on his breath. It’s slightly unnerving.
“I’m sorry.” He looks the other man dead in the eye as he says it, doing his best to seem like he means it.
“Much better, little Weasley.” He leans over, pressing a kiss against his lips and biting down on his lower lip. Bill finds himself both disgusted and turned on by the forcefulness. Fenrir moves back, letting go of his shirt. “You taste as good as you smell.” A smirk spreads across his lips as he steps back. “Are you hungry, little Weasley?”
Bill nods a little, realizing for the first time in a while that he hasn’t eaten since before he left for the mission. He’s tired and hungry and now a little bruised.
“I can’t hear you. What did you say?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what, little Weasley?”
“I am hungry.” He tries not to wince and turn away at the laughter that comes from the man in front of him.
“Good boy.” Bill hates being talked to as if he was a dog but he fights against the urge to make a comment about it. His eyes burn with a slight anger.
“Little Weasley has a temper, does he?” Fenrir smirks as he takes his chin in his hand and digs his nails into his face again. “I always did like a little fire in my boys.” He takes Bill’s shirt and tears at it, the buttons popping off. “Under the clothes is even nicer. Fancy that.”
Bill feels the chilly air in the room makes him shiver as he stands there with his shirt hanging open. Then there were hands on his chest and it only made the chill more focused. He takes in a breath at the feeling of the man’s nails digging into his skin, leaving marks. Fenrir uses a sharpened nail to cut a line along Bill’s collarbone, smiling like a child with a treat as the blood starts to run down his chest. Bill bites down on his lip to keep from making a sound at the pain.
The feeling of the man’s tongue running along his collarbone makes him shudder slightly. He looks down, seeing a bead of blood run down from the side of Fenrir’s mouth. He finds it oddly attractive and he can’t explain why. All the same, he does his best to ignore his mind and looks away.
“Your turn…” Bill’s eyes shoot back towards the werewolf, who has a similar cut on his collarbone.
“But…I…”
“Do you want to die, little Weasley?”
“No…but…”
“Then do it.”
Bill nods slowly, leaning forwards to lick the cut. The blood has a metallic taste to it. It’s still warm against his tongue. He feels a little run out of his mouth and he goes to wipe it off. Fenrir grabs his wrist and leans over to lick it off, kissing the corner of his mouth.
“So obedient,” the werewolf murmurs as he presses himself against the younger man in front of him. “It’s a wonder Remus hasn’t tried to get you yet.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I thought it was obvious, pet. He’s attracted to you. You can practically smell it on him when he’s near you. The desire, the want. Then again…your brother’s not doing much better disguising it either.” There’s a delighted smile on his face. “And yet…I’m the one that has you. You’ll be ruined to them now…”
Bill shivers at his voice, looking away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“But the sad thing is…you can’t decide who you want more. Once I’ve finished with you, they won’t want you anymore, little Weasley.”
“I don’t believe you.” The words shoot out of his mouth before he can stop them and the anger shines in his eyes.
“Is that so, little Weasley?” He smirks slightly. “What do you want to do to me right now?”
Bill looks away and decides not to answer. He can’t stand to look at the other man right now. It will only make him more upset. He felt trapped. It wasn’t that he was weak. It’s just that werewolf strength does a whole lot more for you than just human strength.
“Answer me.” The voice he hears is harsh and his nails bite into his cheeks again.
“Nothing.”
“Liar. I can practically smell the hatred on you now. Do you want to hurt me, little Weasley?”
“Yes.” Bill looks at him, the defiance clear in his eyes as he responds.
“Much better, little Weasley. No more lying, hrm?” The childish delight is written all over his face once again as he moves Bill’s head purposefully. He licks along his neck and kisses under his ear, a slight smirk on his lips. Next he scrapes his teeth along the vein in his neck, drawing a shuddering breath from the younger man. There’s a smirk on his lips again as he leans back. “You like that, don’t you?”
“No.”
“What did I tell you about lying?” He eyes him closely. “Let’s try this again. You like that, don’t you?”
“Y-yes.” Bill feels a slight blush pass over his cheeks. There’s a soft chuckle from the werewolf as he does it again, feeling the redhead tense underneath him.
“You’re a beautiful boy, little Weasley. Surely you know that…” Bill wrinkles his nose at the words. “I have to go now…but I’ll be back.” And with that, Bill is left to the dark again. He lowers himself to the ground and curls up. This can’t be good.
******
Fenrir walks into the room and it’s the middle of the night. He smirks as he sees Bill lying on the ground asleep. He finds it odd that he’s taken to him. Perhaps there’s a way to keep him. He looks at him for a moment. There is a way. Now his plan is clear. He has to get the Weasley boy separated from his family. He’ll let him go, let him think he can leave. Then he’ll just have to chase after him. It only meant waiting till tomorrow night.
He smiles to himself before walking back out of the room to continue planning for the next night.
******
Bill wakes up to the smell of food and ravenously grabs for it, starting to eat as fast as he can. He pauses only at the sound of deep laughter coming from across the room. His eyes move up to meet Fenrir’s and he shrinks back against the wall, the thought occurring to him now that the food could be poisoned.
“It’s safe to eat.” Bill moves and pulls the plate towards him, eating a little slower this time. He doesn’t feel comfortable with someone else there.
The moment he’s done eating, the plate is whisked away. He leans against the wall and wonders what’s to come next.
“On your feet, little Weasley.” Bill does as he’s told, standing up and looking at the floor. “Look at me.” Once again he follows orders, letting his eyes roam over Fenrir’s face. He shudders at the look he receives in return. The obvious desire is there, written all over his face. Something tells him that he isn’t going to like today. “Good boy.”
Fenrir moves slowly, purposefully. He pulls out a small knife and smiles a little. Bill almost flinches. He hopes that this doesn’t mean he’s getting killed. Instead, the werewolf takes it and cuts the letter F right over his heart.
“Just so you don’t forget,” he assures. “No matter who has you after me, no matter who’s had you before me. You are mine.” Bill shivers a little, face showing the pain he felt. His muscles tensed as he looked the man over. “And we’ll both know that you wanted it. I’ll always be right here.” He places a finger against Bill’s temple.
“I don’t want it…”
There is a deep laugh as Fenrir pushes him up against the wall, Bill making a small noise. “Don’t lie, little Weasley.” He leans over to lick the blood off his chest, smirking at the way the muscles tense just slightly. “I can smell it on you.” He kisses the redhead roughly, another soft noise making its way out. “Like it rough do you, little Weasley?”
Bill stays still once the kiss is over. He hates the way the kisses and roughness affects him. Part of him wants to puke while the rest of his body betrays him entirely. It doesn’t seem to have escaped the other man’s attention as he roughly grabs at his crotch and presses his hand against it. Bill moans despite all efforts to keep from doing so.
“I told you you’d want it,” he growls into the redhead’s ear.
Bill’s eyes close and he hopes that he’ll forget this later. He’s pulled forward and his shirt is yanked off. He opens his eyes and tries to push the other man away. He has to stop this. He can’t just submit. No. He has to fight.
His back collides into the wall behind him and he hisses at the pain of the bricks scratching his skin. “Now, now. Don’t make me hurt you…”
“More than you already have,” Bill shoots back. Suddenly the knife is at his neck.
“Don’t. Make. Me. Hurt. You.” That’s when the eldest Weasley child stops fighting. The knife is used to cut the belt he’s wearing and the button off his pants. The zipper is pulled down and his pants are off. “It’s so much better when you just obey the rules, little Weasley,” Fenrir whispers into his ear.
Bill squeaks softly as he is turned around and pushed against the wall. His face rests against the bricks and his heart is racing a million miles a minute. He winces slightly as he’s pushed harder against the wall and the bricks bite into the skin on his chest. His boxers are yanked down and Fenrir grabs his hair, pulling back on it so that the eldest Weasley child can see him.
“You’re mine, little Weasley…Don’t forget it.” He takes the time to bite down on Bill’s neck, making sure to leave a mark. Releasing his hair, he pulls his own clothes off and forces himself inside the Weasley child.
Bill makes a small, pained noise as he is pushed into the wall again, using his hands to try and keep from being scratched up once it was all over. He keeps his thoughts on anything else that he can but keeps being brought back to the reality of the situation with each thrust. Once the pain goes away, he clenches his fists against the wall, only resulting in scraping up his fingers and knuckles.
Fenrir smirks as a small moan comes from the redhead. He’s in control now and, despite the fact that he knows this moment won’t last forever, he knows that it will never be forgotten. His hips thrust a few more times, biting down on Bill’s shoulder as he releases inside of him.
Bill closes his eyes as he releases a second later, disgusted with himself for the way he reacted. His chest and stomach are covered in scratches and it stings horribly. Once the man has moved back and pulled himself out, the eldest Weasley child drops to the ground and pukes. Fenrir laughs and leans down towards him. “See you later, my little Weasley.”
The moment the werewolf leaves, Bill curls up in a little ball and closes his eyes. He still feels sick to his stomach.
******
Fenrir walks back through the door a hours later, throwing clothes at him. It’s almost night time. “Get dressed.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” he growled. “Get dressed!”
Bill doesn’t ask again, getting up and pulling the clothes he was given on. They don’t quite fit but they aren’t too oversized. He wraps his arms around his waist once he is done, waiting to see what comes next. Fenrir grabs him by the shirt and drags him out towards the entrance of the hideout. He throws him out, letting out a bark-like laugh as the redhead falls over on the ground. He throws his wand to him and smiles widely.
“Now go. Don’t forget to say hi to Remus for me.”
Without asking any more questions, Bill makes his way from the cave and decides to walk a little bit before apparating. He needs to gather his wits. He runs into a small band of people from the Order and lets out a sigh of relief.
“What are you doing here, Weasley,” Kingsley asks, looking rather confused.
“They…sent me to find you,” he responds looking the man directly in the eye. He learned to lie when he was little. The only person it didn’t work with besides Charlie, it seemed, was Fenrir Greyback.
“You look a little rough, Bill.”
“You know me. Clumsy as anything. Got in a few scrapes. Nothing I can’t handle.”
Kingsley nods, smiling a little. “I guess it’s nothing that can’t be fixed up relatively easily.” He shows Bill somewhere to sit down. “Did they tell you what we were doing?”
“Not completely. They said you’d explain.”
“Of course they did.” Kingsley laughs softly and explains it to him.
******
Once the moon is up, Bill realizes that it’s a full moon and he’s gotten himself stuck near a werewolf hideout. He shudders and moves his hand towards the now healing letter on his chest. He feels slightly nauseous again and he steels himself for the upcoming event.
The howls from the cave make his heart race and he looks towards Kingsley. The other man is stoic and shows no hint of fear. It makes Bill feel worthless about himself. Here he is trembling and Kingsley is standing still and fearless.
Kingsley gives orders to everyone, including Bill and they go off to their respective stations. The eldest Weasley child stands nearly still in his place. The next thing he knows, there is a howl close by and he’s on the ground. He lets out a shout, alerting the others. Then there is a searing pain on the side of his face and his arms. “KINGSLEY!”
There’s a flash of light near him and the werewolf is gone. Bill can barely keep his eyes open as Kingsley talks to him. Then everything turns to black.
******
When he wakes up next, the first thing he sees is his brother’s face. “Charlie.” His voice sounds hoarse and he aches a little.
“Billy.” His voice gives away the fact that he’s been crying. Bill doesn’t completely understand and he can’t see everything. One eye is covered.
“What happened?”
“Greyback…He attacked you while you were on the mission. Kingsley saved you, though, and brought you straight here. We’re waiting to hear back about the blood tests.”
“Blood tests?” Bill’s muscles tense as he looks at his brother.
“We…had to see if you were a werewolf. He got you pretty bad.”
“Werewolf…” The word sounds almost dreamlike. He feels like he’s in a dream. “When do they come back?”
“Today.”
“Just in time,” Bill whispers, smiling softly as his brother stretches out next to him on the bed. He wonders if Greyback was right. He went quiet as he thought over the conversation with the werewolf. Would they really not want him any longer?
He stiffens slightly next to his brother. “If…if I am…you know…would you still love me?” He stutters and stumbles over his words. It’s not a usual for him.
“Of course I would, Billy. Don’t be stupid.” Charlie curls against him and runs his fingers along his arm. Bill feels slightly nauseous again.
It’s then that he notices Remus standing in the doorway looking unbelievably pale. A moment later the doctor walks in, followed by both of his parents. “Mr. Weasley?”
“Which one,” croaks Bill as he looks at him.
“Bill Weasley.” He smiles a little at his patient before moving closer. “We have some good news for you.”
“Good news?”
“Your blood work came back negative. You may, however, experience a few minor side effects. Some patients have been known to have a liking for rarer meat, a fine tuned sense of smell and hearing. There might be some bone aches during the full moon but it won’t be anything too bad.”
Bill feels an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude come over him. His mother, having seen the signs, holds out a trashcan. A moment later, he pukes into the trashcan, happy to feel his mother’s hands on his back. He’s safe now.
******
The next time the door opens, the light almost seems blinding to him. He’s been in the dark for a long time and he can’t be sure exactly how long. Fenrir smiles at him, looking normal for a brief moment before his eyes twinkle with a sort of madness.
“Been comfortable, little Weasley?” Bill resists the urge to correct him and tell him that he is, in fact, the oldest of his siblings.
“Not really,” comes the dry response.
“Tut tut, little Weasley. That’s not very polite.” He moves closer and Bill does his best not to look at him. He doesn’t want to be here. He wants to be home. He wants to be somewhere else. Even his mother seems like a perfectly angelic person in comparison.
Fenrir moves stealthily, almost cat like. Bill has to admit that on some level, he really is graceful. All the same, he wants his brother, his savior. It’s not safe here. He’s not with anyone who can keep him safe in the slightest.
“Apologize…”
“I’m sorry…” The words nearly choke him. He doesn’t mean them. Then he’s picked up and shoved against the wall, wincing as the air is knocked out of him and a pain shoots through his spine.
“Say it like you mean it, little Weasley…” His voice is soft and sickeningly sweet unlike the cinnamon on his breath. It’s slightly unnerving.
“I’m sorry.” He looks the other man dead in the eye as he says it, doing his best to seem like he means it.
“Much better, little Weasley.” He leans over, pressing a kiss against his lips and biting down on his lower lip. Bill finds himself both disgusted and turned on by the forcefulness. Fenrir moves back, letting go of his shirt. “You taste as good as you smell.” A smirk spreads across his lips as he steps back. “Are you hungry, little Weasley?”
Bill nods a little, realizing for the first time in a while that he hasn’t eaten since before he left for the mission. He’s tired and hungry and now a little bruised.
“I can’t hear you. What did you say?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what, little Weasley?”
“I am hungry.” He tries not to wince and turn away at the laughter that comes from the man in front of him.
“Good boy.” Bill hates being talked to as if he was a dog but he fights against the urge to make a comment about it. His eyes burn with a slight anger.
“Little Weasley has a temper, does he?” Fenrir smirks as he takes his chin in his hand and digs his nails into his face again. “I always did like a little fire in my boys.” He takes Bill’s shirt and tears at it, the buttons popping off. “Under the clothes is even nicer. Fancy that.”
Bill feels the chilly air in the room makes him shiver as he stands there with his shirt hanging open. Then there were hands on his chest and it only made the chill more focused. He takes in a breath at the feeling of the man’s nails digging into his skin, leaving marks. Fenrir uses a sharpened nail to cut a line along Bill’s collarbone, smiling like a child with a treat as the blood starts to run down his chest. Bill bites down on his lip to keep from making a sound at the pain.
The feeling of the man’s tongue running along his collarbone makes him shudder slightly. He looks down, seeing a bead of blood run down from the side of Fenrir’s mouth. He finds it oddly attractive and he can’t explain why. All the same, he does his best to ignore his mind and looks away.
“Your turn…” Bill’s eyes shoot back towards the werewolf, who has a similar cut on his collarbone.
“But…I…”
“Do you want to die, little Weasley?”
“No…but…”
“Then do it.”
Bill nods slowly, leaning forwards to lick the cut. The blood has a metallic taste to it. It’s still warm against his tongue. He feels a little run out of his mouth and he goes to wipe it off. Fenrir grabs his wrist and leans over to lick it off, kissing the corner of his mouth.
“So obedient,” the werewolf murmurs as he presses himself against the younger man in front of him. “It’s a wonder Remus hasn’t tried to get you yet.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I thought it was obvious, pet. He’s attracted to you. You can practically smell it on him when he’s near you. The desire, the want. Then again…your brother’s not doing much better disguising it either.” There’s a delighted smile on his face. “And yet…I’m the one that has you. You’ll be ruined to them now…”
Bill shivers at his voice, looking away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“But the sad thing is…you can’t decide who you want more. Once I’ve finished with you, they won’t want you anymore, little Weasley.”
“I don’t believe you.” The words shoot out of his mouth before he can stop them and the anger shines in his eyes.
“Is that so, little Weasley?” He smirks slightly. “What do you want to do to me right now?”
Bill looks away and decides not to answer. He can’t stand to look at the other man right now. It will only make him more upset. He felt trapped. It wasn’t that he was weak. It’s just that werewolf strength does a whole lot more for you than just human strength.
“Answer me.” The voice he hears is harsh and his nails bite into his cheeks again.
“Nothing.”
“Liar. I can practically smell the hatred on you now. Do you want to hurt me, little Weasley?”
“Yes.” Bill looks at him, the defiance clear in his eyes as he responds.
“Much better, little Weasley. No more lying, hrm?” The childish delight is written all over his face once again as he moves Bill’s head purposefully. He licks along his neck and kisses under his ear, a slight smirk on his lips. Next he scrapes his teeth along the vein in his neck, drawing a shuddering breath from the younger man. There’s a smirk on his lips again as he leans back. “You like that, don’t you?”
“No.”
“What did I tell you about lying?” He eyes him closely. “Let’s try this again. You like that, don’t you?”
“Y-yes.” Bill feels a slight blush pass over his cheeks. There’s a soft chuckle from the werewolf as he does it again, feeling the redhead tense underneath him.
“You’re a beautiful boy, little Weasley. Surely you know that…” Bill wrinkles his nose at the words. “I have to go now…but I’ll be back.” And with that, Bill is left to the dark again. He lowers himself to the ground and curls up. This can’t be good.
******
Fenrir walks into the room and it’s the middle of the night. He smirks as he sees Bill lying on the ground asleep. He finds it odd that he’s taken to him. Perhaps there’s a way to keep him. He looks at him for a moment. There is a way. Now his plan is clear. He has to get the Weasley boy separated from his family. He’ll let him go, let him think he can leave. Then he’ll just have to chase after him. It only meant waiting till tomorrow night.
He smiles to himself before walking back out of the room to continue planning for the next night.
******
Bill wakes up to the smell of food and ravenously grabs for it, starting to eat as fast as he can. He pauses only at the sound of deep laughter coming from across the room. His eyes move up to meet Fenrir’s and he shrinks back against the wall, the thought occurring to him now that the food could be poisoned.
“It’s safe to eat.” Bill moves and pulls the plate towards him, eating a little slower this time. He doesn’t feel comfortable with someone else there.
The moment he’s done eating, the plate is whisked away. He leans against the wall and wonders what’s to come next.
“On your feet, little Weasley.” Bill does as he’s told, standing up and looking at the floor. “Look at me.” Once again he follows orders, letting his eyes roam over Fenrir’s face. He shudders at the look he receives in return. The obvious desire is there, written all over his face. Something tells him that he isn’t going to like today. “Good boy.”
Fenrir moves slowly, purposefully. He pulls out a small knife and smiles a little. Bill almost flinches. He hopes that this doesn’t mean he’s getting killed. Instead, the werewolf takes it and cuts the letter F right over his heart.
“Just so you don’t forget,” he assures. “No matter who has you after me, no matter who’s had you before me. You are mine.” Bill shivers a little, face showing the pain he felt. His muscles tensed as he looked the man over. “And we’ll both know that you wanted it. I’ll always be right here.” He places a finger against Bill’s temple.
“I don’t want it…”
There is a deep laugh as Fenrir pushes him up against the wall, Bill making a small noise. “Don’t lie, little Weasley.” He leans over to lick the blood off his chest, smirking at the way the muscles tense just slightly. “I can smell it on you.” He kisses the redhead roughly, another soft noise making its way out. “Like it rough do you, little Weasley?”
Bill stays still once the kiss is over. He hates the way the kisses and roughness affects him. Part of him wants to puke while the rest of his body betrays him entirely. It doesn’t seem to have escaped the other man’s attention as he roughly grabs at his crotch and presses his hand against it. Bill moans despite all efforts to keep from doing so.
“I told you you’d want it,” he growls into the redhead’s ear.
Bill’s eyes close and he hopes that he’ll forget this later. He’s pulled forward and his shirt is yanked off. He opens his eyes and tries to push the other man away. He has to stop this. He can’t just submit. No. He has to fight.
His back collides into the wall behind him and he hisses at the pain of the bricks scratching his skin. “Now, now. Don’t make me hurt you…”
“More than you already have,” Bill shoots back. Suddenly the knife is at his neck.
“Don’t. Make. Me. Hurt. You.” That’s when the eldest Weasley child stops fighting. The knife is used to cut the belt he’s wearing and the button off his pants. The zipper is pulled down and his pants are off. “It’s so much better when you just obey the rules, little Weasley,” Fenrir whispers into his ear.
Bill squeaks softly as he is turned around and pushed against the wall. His face rests against the bricks and his heart is racing a million miles a minute. He winces slightly as he’s pushed harder against the wall and the bricks bite into the skin on his chest. His boxers are yanked down and Fenrir grabs his hair, pulling back on it so that the eldest Weasley child can see him.
“You’re mine, little Weasley…Don’t forget it.” He takes the time to bite down on Bill’s neck, making sure to leave a mark. Releasing his hair, he pulls his own clothes off and forces himself inside the Weasley child.
Bill makes a small, pained noise as he is pushed into the wall again, using his hands to try and keep from being scratched up once it was all over. He keeps his thoughts on anything else that he can but keeps being brought back to the reality of the situation with each thrust. Once the pain goes away, he clenches his fists against the wall, only resulting in scraping up his fingers and knuckles.
Fenrir smirks as a small moan comes from the redhead. He’s in control now and, despite the fact that he knows this moment won’t last forever, he knows that it will never be forgotten. His hips thrust a few more times, biting down on Bill’s shoulder as he releases inside of him.
Bill closes his eyes as he releases a second later, disgusted with himself for the way he reacted. His chest and stomach are covered in scratches and it stings horribly. Once the man has moved back and pulled himself out, the eldest Weasley child drops to the ground and pukes. Fenrir laughs and leans down towards him. “See you later, my little Weasley.”
The moment the werewolf leaves, Bill curls up in a little ball and closes his eyes. He still feels sick to his stomach.
******
Fenrir walks back through the door a hours later, throwing clothes at him. It’s almost night time. “Get dressed.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” he growled. “Get dressed!”
Bill doesn’t ask again, getting up and pulling the clothes he was given on. They don’t quite fit but they aren’t too oversized. He wraps his arms around his waist once he is done, waiting to see what comes next. Fenrir grabs him by the shirt and drags him out towards the entrance of the hideout. He throws him out, letting out a bark-like laugh as the redhead falls over on the ground. He throws his wand to him and smiles widely.
“Now go. Don’t forget to say hi to Remus for me.”
Without asking any more questions, Bill makes his way from the cave and decides to walk a little bit before apparating. He needs to gather his wits. He runs into a small band of people from the Order and lets out a sigh of relief.
“What are you doing here, Weasley,” Kingsley asks, looking rather confused.
“They…sent me to find you,” he responds looking the man directly in the eye. He learned to lie when he was little. The only person it didn’t work with besides Charlie, it seemed, was Fenrir Greyback.
“You look a little rough, Bill.”
“You know me. Clumsy as anything. Got in a few scrapes. Nothing I can’t handle.”
Kingsley nods, smiling a little. “I guess it’s nothing that can’t be fixed up relatively easily.” He shows Bill somewhere to sit down. “Did they tell you what we were doing?”
“Not completely. They said you’d explain.”
“Of course they did.” Kingsley laughs softly and explains it to him.
******
Once the moon is up, Bill realizes that it’s a full moon and he’s gotten himself stuck near a werewolf hideout. He shudders and moves his hand towards the now healing letter on his chest. He feels slightly nauseous again and he steels himself for the upcoming event.
The howls from the cave make his heart race and he looks towards Kingsley. The other man is stoic and shows no hint of fear. It makes Bill feel worthless about himself. Here he is trembling and Kingsley is standing still and fearless.
Kingsley gives orders to everyone, including Bill and they go off to their respective stations. The eldest Weasley child stands nearly still in his place. The next thing he knows, there is a howl close by and he’s on the ground. He lets out a shout, alerting the others. Then there is a searing pain on the side of his face and his arms. “KINGSLEY!”
There’s a flash of light near him and the werewolf is gone. Bill can barely keep his eyes open as Kingsley talks to him. Then everything turns to black.
******
When he wakes up next, the first thing he sees is his brother’s face. “Charlie.” His voice sounds hoarse and he aches a little.
“Billy.” His voice gives away the fact that he’s been crying. Bill doesn’t completely understand and he can’t see everything. One eye is covered.
“What happened?”
“Greyback…He attacked you while you were on the mission. Kingsley saved you, though, and brought you straight here. We’re waiting to hear back about the blood tests.”
“Blood tests?” Bill’s muscles tense as he looks at his brother.
“We…had to see if you were a werewolf. He got you pretty bad.”
“Werewolf…” The word sounds almost dreamlike. He feels like he’s in a dream. “When do they come back?”
“Today.”
“Just in time,” Bill whispers, smiling softly as his brother stretches out next to him on the bed. He wonders if Greyback was right. He went quiet as he thought over the conversation with the werewolf. Would they really not want him any longer?
He stiffens slightly next to his brother. “If…if I am…you know…would you still love me?” He stutters and stumbles over his words. It’s not a usual for him.
“Of course I would, Billy. Don’t be stupid.” Charlie curls against him and runs his fingers along his arm. Bill feels slightly nauseous again.
It’s then that he notices Remus standing in the doorway looking unbelievably pale. A moment later the doctor walks in, followed by both of his parents. “Mr. Weasley?”
“Which one,” croaks Bill as he looks at him.
“Bill Weasley.” He smiles a little at his patient before moving closer. “We have some good news for you.”
“Good news?”
“Your blood work came back negative. You may, however, experience a few minor side effects. Some patients have been known to have a liking for rarer meat, a fine tuned sense of smell and hearing. There might be some bone aches during the full moon but it won’t be anything too bad.”
Bill feels an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude come over him. His mother, having seen the signs, holds out a trashcan. A moment later, he pukes into the trashcan, happy to feel his mother’s hands on his back. He’s safe now.