Fic: The Puppet Master (Bill/Charlie)
Title: The Puppet Master
Character(s): Bill Weasley/Charlie Weasley
Prompt: the puppet master
Rating: G (suitable for all)
Word Count: 441
Summary: Charlie finds a way of making Bill's full-moon-transformations more tolerable.
Prompt table: here
Written for 7spells
A/N: Written for the 7spells prompt challenge.
The Puppet Master
The chiming of the old grandfather clock could be heard in the distance. An hour closer to moonrise. An hour closer to the call of his puppet master.
Bill sat on his bed in the semi-darkness of his room, the curtains closed, blocking out the view of the still blue sky. The view of anything that seemed normal, anything that didn’t match his mood. His current feelings would have seemed out of place in a world of sunlight. Anger, agitation, and although he would never have admitted it aloud, fear were the emotions that now coursed through his mind and his body.
The door opened and closed silently. Two small clicks echoing through the silence of the darkened room.
“You shouldn’t be here.” Bill said without looking up.
He didn’t need to turn his head to see who had entered. Charlie was the only one at the Burrow who dared to come and see him so close to the full moon ever since it had been clear that Bill would fully transform.
“In fact, I think I should go soon.” Bill continued, but didn’t move. He was still staring at the drawn curtains.
“It’s not even dark yet.” Charlie answered. “And all we need to do later is apparate to the Forbidden Forest.”
Bill frowned at his brother’s words. “We?” he questioned.
“I’m coming with you this time.” Charlie replied.
Bill shook his head and answered “Absolutely not. It’s too dangerous, even with the Wolfsbane.”
“Only to people.” the younger Weasley retorted at that, making his brother finally turn his face.
Bill’s frown deepened as he saw the beginnings of an infuriating smirk form on Charlie’s face.
“What are you planning?” Bill asked, suspicious of his younger brother’s ideas. Fred and George hadn’t become Hogwart’s greatest trouble-makers after the Marauders by themselves. They had learned from one of the best.
“The Wolfsbane only makes you dangerous to other people. But I won’t be a person.” With that Charlie flashed his brother a smile and transformed into a fox-coloured, mongrel.
Bill couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed until his brother decided to transform back to his human form.
“How… long…?” Bill asked, still astonished.
“Oh… a while.” Charlie replied nonchalantly. “And now I know it was a good idea.” He added, smiling at his brother.
Bill shook his head. “You’re crazy.”
“I know.” Was Charlie’s reply.
The full moon had risen. This night saw a wolf and a dog streaking through the Forbidden Forest outside Hogwarts, unseen by anyone but the other creatures that dwelled in the woods.
And the cruel puppet master had lost at least a small part of his influence.
A/N: Comments and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated.
Character(s): Bill Weasley/Charlie Weasley
Prompt: the puppet master
Rating: G (suitable for all)
Word Count: 441
Summary: Charlie finds a way of making Bill's full-moon-transformations more tolerable.
Prompt table: here
Written for 7spells
A/N: Written for the 7spells prompt challenge.
The Puppet Master
The chiming of the old grandfather clock could be heard in the distance. An hour closer to moonrise. An hour closer to the call of his puppet master.
Bill sat on his bed in the semi-darkness of his room, the curtains closed, blocking out the view of the still blue sky. The view of anything that seemed normal, anything that didn’t match his mood. His current feelings would have seemed out of place in a world of sunlight. Anger, agitation, and although he would never have admitted it aloud, fear were the emotions that now coursed through his mind and his body.
The door opened and closed silently. Two small clicks echoing through the silence of the darkened room.
“You shouldn’t be here.” Bill said without looking up.
He didn’t need to turn his head to see who had entered. Charlie was the only one at the Burrow who dared to come and see him so close to the full moon ever since it had been clear that Bill would fully transform.
“In fact, I think I should go soon.” Bill continued, but didn’t move. He was still staring at the drawn curtains.
“It’s not even dark yet.” Charlie answered. “And all we need to do later is apparate to the Forbidden Forest.”
Bill frowned at his brother’s words. “We?” he questioned.
“I’m coming with you this time.” Charlie replied.
Bill shook his head and answered “Absolutely not. It’s too dangerous, even with the Wolfsbane.”
“Only to people.” the younger Weasley retorted at that, making his brother finally turn his face.
Bill’s frown deepened as he saw the beginnings of an infuriating smirk form on Charlie’s face.
“What are you planning?” Bill asked, suspicious of his younger brother’s ideas. Fred and George hadn’t become Hogwart’s greatest trouble-makers after the Marauders by themselves. They had learned from one of the best.
“The Wolfsbane only makes you dangerous to other people. But I won’t be a person.” With that Charlie flashed his brother a smile and transformed into a fox-coloured, mongrel.
Bill couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed until his brother decided to transform back to his human form.
“How… long…?” Bill asked, still astonished.
“Oh… a while.” Charlie replied nonchalantly. “And now I know it was a good idea.” He added, smiling at his brother.
Bill shook his head. “You’re crazy.”
“I know.” Was Charlie’s reply.
The full moon had risen. This night saw a wolf and a dog streaking through the Forbidden Forest outside Hogwarts, unseen by anyone but the other creatures that dwelled in the woods.
And the cruel puppet master had lost at least a small part of his influence.
A/N: Comments and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated.