Bill Weasley

My Family

2007-12-26T17:42:17Z

If you've ever met my wizard and talked to him for over ten minutes, you've probably heard of me. While I don't remember the name my mum gave to me, I am starting to think of myself as Fillius. Fillius is the noble name of one of my Wizard's mentors.

My Wizard and I live with Sucre and her Witch, Fleur. I don't know about the parenting skills of the witch and my wizard. Thier wizardlings are of the age to explore outside of the nest and they still don't know how to use the sandbox or clean themselves. Talk about the stench of thier fur at times.

In the fullness of time, I convinced Sucre we should start a brood of our own. Her scent and the way she gave me the 'come-hither' sway with her tail drove me wild. Until Sucre gave birth to our brood, I thought my wizard was inteligent. He had hard enough time keeping track of his two, he thought Sucre and I only had six instead of seven. He has such a large nose, can't he smell anything important?

I don't mean to say that my Wizard doesn't listen to my sage advices. We get along so well he thinks that my ideas are actually his. I go to work with him and off to all sorts of different places riding on his shoulder, as Bast the first Kneazle meant.

Our latest adventure was to go to The Leaky Cauldron. My Wizard took Rowena and me to meet her new Witch. Rowena's new witch smelled like my wizard. After a short visit and some good cream, I learned that Rowena's new name is now Akasha. It is time for us to go home so Sucre and I can celebrate the success of our first baby to leave the nest.

ate_bill @ 2007-12-17T19:58:00

2007-12-18T04:31:51Z

Charlie and Mattheiu came back from the healer's. Sucre's healer gave her a potion to make her 'safe' for her next two seasons, so we don't have to worry about more kits.

Looking at the kits left in the box, I chose two to take to Narcissa. Fleur's secret kit, I had to promise to take her to meet Narcissa as soon as the babies are , and a ginger striped baby.

I put on Fillius' Gryffindor red and gold collar. I write an owl to Narcissa, while I await Isis' return, I get cleaned up for the trip.

Dear Cousin Narcissa,

May I come to call on you this late afternoon?

Bill

I receive an answer in just a few minutes.

Cousin Bill,

I will be waiting at the gate in forty minutes. I look forward to your visit.

Narcissa

I clip Fillus' golden lead on his collar, I load the kits into the basket with enough food for two days. I secure Fillus to my shoulder, I pick up the basket and break the seal to the portkey.

As I stand in front of the gate, I hear Narcissa's voice. "What do we have in common besides blood?" she asks.

I scratch Fillus behind the ears and then think of my boys birth..."Expecto Patronum!" The silver timber wolf leaps out of my wand looking for it's foe. I say, "Between that and I have the favor of Fillus the Hungarian Horntail Slayer. Fillus rubs against my ear, should prove who I am. "

She opens the gate and I walk through. "Your wolf was all the proof I needed. Come in."

"I'm sorry, but Fleur and the boys couldn't come today. Charlie and Mattieu have a stomach ailment and had to see their Healer. Fleur sends her best and hopes that we can get together closer to Christmas. The healer says in two to three days with the potion she provided, they will be right as rain."

"I am glad they will soon be well. It is miserable for anyone to be ill but for a child around Christmas to be ill is treble hard." We continue to walk towards the manor. When we get close to the door, an elf holds it open for us. "Thank you, Lilith."

I sit on a sofa across the room from Narcissa. She is in a large chair. It reminds me of Dumbledore's chair in the Great Hall, but this one is uphostered in lush materials. I place the wicker basket on the floor at my feet. Mews started to come from it. I sit Fillus on my lap and begin to pet him with my right hand. With my left, I wrap the leash around my left until there is only about six inches of lead.

In a conversational tone, I say, "The last time I was here, I mentioned Fillus' protective nature with the hopes that it may have bred true to his kits, would you like to see a example?"

"Ah, this is your kneazle." She grins. "I would like to see."

Continuing to pet Fillus, I speak in a monotone voice. "In the next minute or so, if you can, act angry and draw your wand and point it at me. You will be safe because he only has six inches of lead that I use when traveling."

She looks hesitant for a moment, then in a voice I am sure she only uses to protect her son, she points her wand at me and raises her voice, "Weasley, if you ever go near my son again, you will wish that I was as kind to you as Greyback!"

Merlin's Beard! This witch can be very scary, I think as I try to control Fillus. His hackles rose to spike-like formations, his tail was the size of a muggle bottle brush. With the feline battlecry and hiss that scared me almost as bad, I reigned in my kneazle. A few moments later he was calm and purring though looking at me as if he was asking questions. After his fur is smooth again, "Narcissa, would you please come over here to meet my Fillus so he'll know you are a friend?"

"He is not going to rip my hand off?" she says, with a half grin on her face. "Of course, if he senses I am pregnant, he will not want to hurt me anyway. I hear Kneazles are good and knowing these things." She comes closer and tentatively reaches her hand out.

I tell him it is all right and he tentatively sniffs her hand then rubs it. "See, I say, She is friendly. I'm sorry we tricked you."

She strokes his fur softly, but I notice her eyes dart to the mewling basket.

Fillus purrs for a moment and hops up on Bill's shoulder.

"I chose two possibilities that you might like, Narcissa." I say as I hand her the covered wicker basket.

ate_bill @ 2007-12-16T09:31:00

2007-12-16T17:44:49Z

Dear Miss Bell,

I awoke this morning to an unxepectant occurrance, my boys have the flu. It may take a few days before they are healthy enough to have visitors. Fleur and I expect them to be healthy for the party on the 20th.

I will be willing to deliver your kit to either your home or The Leaky Cauldron.

Sincerely yours,

Bill Weasley

She replies

Dear Mr Weasley,

You're welcome to come to my home, or I can meet you at The Leaky Cauldron, which ever is easiest for you.

-Katie Bell

I look at Isis. "Oi Isis I ask her to make the descison for her convience and she tells me the same thing." I hand her a owl treat and take my quill in hand to write back.

Dear Miss Bell,

We will be more than happy to meet you at The Leaky Cauldron at noon.
Have you puchased the necessities? If not I have more than enough to share.

Bill Weasley

---

Dear Mr Weasley,

I have everything required for efficient kit care. I will see you at The Leaky Cauldron then.

Katie Bell

Speaking of kits, Fillius hopped up in my lap and looked at me expectantly. I stare down at him as I scratch about his head and ears; "Lad we need to take one of your babies to her new home. Thank goodness thier mère merveilleuse is off at her healer for a check up. Spoilt little mama, she is."

I go and put the pretty silver kit into the basket and snap the leash onto Fillius' collar. Fillus hops up on my shoulder as I step into the fireplace and the three of us go to The Leaky Cauldron.

Christmas Season at Shell Cottage

2007-12-14T06:14:15Z

Or...New Uses For Wards in The Home.

The beings that dewell in my house are the following--The prettiest wife in the known world, my Fleur. Two of the most handsome and cleverest wizards since their dear old Dad my Matteiu and Charlie.

We have 9, count them 9 half kneazles. I found out about the ninth this morning, Fleur has been keeping her secret. We have three ginger-striped kneazle crosses, three grey-striped crosses and one multi-colored one that carries herself in a regal manner. Then there is the proud mama and papa, Fleur's Sucre and my Fillius. Finally we have our new owl, Isis.

Charlie and Mattheiu are crawling faster than a Firebolt can fly--they are even pulling themselves up everywhere and taking thier first toddling steps.

I've put up both kneazle repelling and infant repelling wards around the Christmas tree and Isis' perch.

I've also put infant repelling wards around the kneazle's necessary area...and I thought I knew most of the uses for wards. I'd love to talk to Mum and Dad if I could to tell them.

One day soon it will happen.

ate_bill @ 2007-10-22T20:12:00

2007-10-23T03:19:30Z

It is 9 pm, and I'm sweaty, dirty and exausted. I've dug over 500 holes for stonework without magic,I just wish that magic to dig holes wouldn't conflict with the setting of the wards. By Merlin's beard, I hurt in places that I didn't know I have. I should have brought a crew with me, but since the job wasn't a Gringott's job, and the wards are of my own invention, and I don't want to share their creation process, I did it myself.

I've just completed the bench to use as a control stone for the perimeter wards. I thought to hide it behind some sort of hedgework, but that wouldn't fit into the over all garden design. What to use? Ok I think I've figured out what would be possible, a topiary. I plant the shrubwork around the bench with a touch of Dragondung Fertilizer and Insta-grow elixer. In a few minutes, a block of shrubwork covers the bench. A peacock wouldn't be appropriate. I know what would be, and it would fit into the whole guardian design--a dog.

With a few wand movements a canine form appears. Damn, I didn't get the dog I hoped for, but it is a wolf. Hopefully Narcissa will like it. A few more wand movements and the seat and arms appear. Damn, I'm going to have to cut my palm again. I cut it and place a few drops of blood in the holes and heal my hand. Incanting commendo-noster-novus- prosapia over each galleon covered hole seals the system. Looking at the symbol on the golden area, it wasn't my usual crup, but it is a large dog like animal. I remember it seemed to change when I contacted Charlie, but I didn't get a good look at it.

Thinking of Fleur and the boys and the warmth they give me, I murmur, "Expecto Patronum." My wand bucks in my hand and a wolf leaps out and begins to paw at the ground as if looking for it's prey. Bloody hell! I look at its beauty and semi-sadly I grieve for the loss of my crup.

Talks and Surprises

2007-10-19T02:35:18Z

I've often wondered about my new found cousin Narcissa. She owled me for my help a few days ago, and I've not heard from her since. I'm not sure if she was asking for my personal help or my help as a employee of Gringotts.

I have only two ideas: wait one more day, and then I'll owl her. The questions will be answered soon.

I recognize the owl that flutters in minutes later. Speak of the devil.

Dear Cousin.

Please activate the Portkey and come today. I will meet you in the front garden.

NarcissaEB Malfoy

I go into the bedroom and prepare myself for field work. Quills, parchment, dagger and wand all secured in their appropriate places. When I'm ready, I activate the portkey and feel the familiar pull behind my navel. A few moments later, I stand near someplace I was sure I'd never see, the garden area of Malfoy Manor.

Narcissa steps out from behind a Portico--coming off a colonnade leading to the manor. She's wearing a high-waisted , old-fashioned robe--not like I see her usually wear, but still attractive. The garden is verdant and immaculately groomed. White peacocks strut through the yard. "Good morning, Bill," she says coolly.

"Good morning Narcissa. Before we start, I just need to know am I talking to my new found cousin whom I'm developing a budding friendship for, or Madam Malfoy? The results may be the same but the method of achieving them will be different."

"Both, Bill. Only do not call me Madam, please." She moves towards some elegantly swirled rod iron benches. "We need to talk business." She sits down and gestures me to sit with her.

I sit down next to her. "Then I'm representing Gringotts as well as myself. Very well, how may I help you today, Cousin?"

I take a deep breath, smelling the garden's flowers. One more deep breath, I close my eyes and mutter, "Hogsmeade, I knew I smelled that before."

BILL AND RON'S EXCELLENT ADVENTURE

2007-09-16T23:52:09Z

I received an owl from Ron asking for help. Ron has always had a special place in my heart. Maybe it is because we are ten years apart and I missed so much of his childhood. From the time he was toddling well, I started as a
First Year at school and by the time I left school, he was starting. I tried my best to show him the best time and get to know him more every break from school I could.

Warding a building is relatively easy. It just takes time in the survey of the property to set the ward stones and what protections they chose to install.

I gathered my kit with books and notepads and stepped out of my anti-apparition ward. With a sharp *crack* I stood before Ron's cottage.

I walk down the path to the front door and knock firmly.

The door opens and all I can see at first is my little brother's grin. "Bill! Hey, you made it!" Ron reaches out a hand which I take to shake, but then he ends up giving me a sort of man-hug on the way through the door anyway as I step inside. "We just got here a few minutes ago, but we were seeing how it looked since they rebuilt it."

"Excellent! It is much easier to weave protective magics on 'new' constructions than established ones. With shopping, we probably can be finished by tea. Speaking of tea, let's have a cup while we discuss the possibiliities that you'd like to install."

I hear footsteps coming towards us and I look up to see Hermione entering the room. "Ron, I'm so glad we now have a bathroom down here. Hi Bill," she says, coming over to give me a hug. "Thank you for coming over and helping us with these wards."

"Hi Hermione. What time will you be back here? We need to have you here so I can seal the magics. Do you want to be here in the designing of them?" I ask.

"I'll be back sometime after lunch, I would think," she responds with a smile. "As for the designing, I trust the two of you." She looks over at Ron and a look passes between the two of them.

"Erm, yeah," Ron says. "There's something that might, um, change the ward design a bit? Though I dunno how much?"

"What the design would be?" I ask in confusion.

"Yeah, well - " Ron moves over next to Hermione and takes her hand, interlacing their fingers.

"We are going to scrap the current design," I say. "We'll replace it with something unique and unknown in the British Isles. A taste of Egypt with Weasley twist."

"Blimey - well, that oughta work. Not many Egyptians around Hogsmeade to figure them out then," Ron says. "But it's going to have to be a three-Weasley twist instead of just a two-Weasley one, mind. Hermione and me, we're, erm, we're pregnant."

I have to appear happy, I know that this was very hard for them to tell me...I'm not yet 30, and yet I feel so old. Am I the only one that got married before I had children?

With a wide smile, I reach out my hand to Hermione and pull her close. Kissing her on the cheek soundly, I say "Congratulations, when are you due?"

"The baby is due in March," she says with a grin. "I think Ron is hoping that he'll be born on his birthday."

Blast the 'manhugs', I take Ron and pull him close. "There is nothing like watching your children grow; nothing in the world."

Ron smiles a bit sheepishly. "Yeah. I reckon you'd be the one to know. Hope you don't mind being the one I come to in a panic when I can't get things figured out."

"That would be my pleasure."

"Well, now that you know that you have a nephew on the way I'm going to go to your house and tell your wife the good news. Of course, by the time I'm done shopping with your two sons I may be rethinking this whole baby thing," she says with a wink.

"I reckon it's too late now, Hermione," Ron says in mock indignation.

"Hopefully your stomach is settled," I say. "They had thier first helping of baked beans on toast and a cold glass of milk. Nappy change time should be 'fragrant'."

"Fortunately, the morning sickness has dissipated. So, I'll leave you two to your work. Bill, you might want to give Ron some advice on how to deal with a pregnant wife. Or rather how NOT to deal with a pregnant wife," she says, giving Ron a wink. "He's doing pretty well, but I'm sure he has questions that he's afraid to ask me."

"Afraid?" Ron asks, now getting indignant for real. "Since when was I ever afraid to ask you anything?" He turns to me and shakes his head, smiling a bit. "Witches can be a bit mental sometimes, come to that. Maybe a bit more so when they're preggers."

"Like I said, he needs help," Hermione says, going over and giving Ron a kiss. "I'll be home later." With that she leaves the cottage.

I go outside while Ron makes the tea. I pick up two sticks and place them on the table. With two flicks of my wand, they become a chessboard and a square block.

"Ron, the best way to set curses and build a security system for a home is to think of 'how could I break into this building?" I set the block in the middle of the board, 'This is your house, the board around it is your garden area. The wards and protective magics are your defenses. If you were to infiltrate this house, how would you do it?" I ask

"I'd, erm - let's see." He takes a good look at what I have there and is probably imagining the surroundings outside. "I'd check for wards if I knew it was a wizarding house - and if I had time. Then if there weren't any, or any blocking my way to some means of getting to the house while still covered by foliage, I'd do that, assuming I had to go by ground. Then I'd try and work my way into the house by means of a back window - or even climb the tree to a window because there'd be less chance of wards up high. Flying in on the roof would probably be the best, but not very camouflaged unless it was very foggy. If I found out there were wards, it could be a very different situation depending on the wards and where their weaknesses were."

One last question, "Was that Ron one of the three who faced Voldemort, or Auror Weasley's answer?" I ask.

He laughs. "Probably a combination of both, Bill. Both of them sort of living in the same place now. Sorry."

"No worries, I say, I just didn't want your training to interfere with what your gut tells you. Your instinct is often correct. I asked you the questions I did, the building could have not been warded at all, but just had Wizard defenders. Now with the method of infiltration you mentioned, we can defend against simillar incursions. I will tell you, don't depend on the wards, any can be broken. We will just make breaking them come at so high of a price, that it would be practically suicidal to breach them."

"Yeah, my Auror partner, Williamson?" Ron says. "He'd pretty much like to kill me for relying on instinct as much as I do. Like the first time we went out as a team and I shoved his Stunning Spell aim off because instinctively, I knew the air disturbance we saw was Hermione, Disillusioned? Trust me, that was a big hit with him. And there've been a few moments since. But your reasoning sounds right as far as the wards are concerned - it makes sense to me anyway."

Around the edges of the block, I place Knuts on top of the of the block where it represents the roof. The final Knut, I place next to the tree in the back garden. I lifted up the block and placed the last Knut under it.

"These Knuts are representing granite blocks, a little over half are to be wardstones. The one next to the tree wiill effectively cut down the tree when someone orders it from the control stone in the house. No one will get near this home when someone is in the building.

With a smile, he says, "I can't give you the more 'interesting' protective magics because you are too close to the village. But they will be able to tell if there is anyone in the building when you two come home." I say.

"Basically the house is going to make a noise that would sound like all of the fans at The World Cup were yelling if someone is inside and you and Hermione aren't at home.

"The basic defenses when someone is at home, I call it the portkey ballista. It throws a person up in the air 10-15 feet then 10 to 15 feet away from the building.

"The other will be a confundus charm for Animagi. "Scabbers" won't be able to come in to the property univited. Do you have any questions before we go shopping?" I ask.

"Blimey," he says, looking gobsmacked. "Er, no, I don't think I have any questions. Sounds pretty amazing to me."

"We need three new silver daggers, 19 pieces of marble and a couple of special items we need to pick up in Muggle London. How are you fixed for Muggle money, Ron, or do we need to stop by the bank?"

"I have enough gold to get the daggers down at Dervish and Banges and the granite," I say.

"I've got some," he answers. "What with working on the street on Auror rotation and all, and since we never know quite where we'll be, I try to have some around in case I need lunch or something. Not a good thing if you're stuck in Muggle territory and all you've got is magical money. Besides, you don't have to pay for this - and if you do I'm payin' you back, ya know."

"Speaking of that, are you renting or buying this cottage?" I ask. "If you buy it even for the price of three Knuts, the protective magics will be much stronger because it will sever all ties with the former owner and transfers the title to you. As for money, if you'd like we'll just pool it and you can buy lunch at the Three Broomsticks once we're finished."

"Well, that's all fine for lunch..." he says, looking a bit uncomfortable and shoving his fingers through his hair before he starts in again. "As for the buying or renting? Well, it's kinda hard to explain. See, Harry and Ginny, they gave the cottage to Hermione and me for a wedding gift - title in our name and everything. I told Hermione I wouldn't have it as a straight-out gift, but I never really talked to Harry about it because things just got too crazy and him and Ginny have lots going on. Plus I wasn't sure how the rebuilding was going to go since it was taking so long, and for a while I thought it might help if I could show I was the owner. But I swear I'm paying Harry back for it, somehow. I even have an idea how, but I just haven't got it all worked out yet. So I'm not sure where that leaves us as far as ownership, rental, whatever."

"You are the legal owner. Without the exchange of money, Harry would be the only one that would have best chance of breaking in because of an infinitisimal amount of the house's magic is tied to him. Harry is a good man, and it would never happen."

"Let's walk down the street and pick up the daggers. Then we will be going to 119 Shaftesbury Avenue in London."

He nods his head. "All right."

Pulling the door shut and placing a temporary locking spell on it, we head down the little dirt road to High Street.

"Every time I pass this curve," I say, pointing, "I think of the first time I got a kiss. Notice I say, it wasn't my first kiss, she just walked up and kissed me soundly and ran away. It was Ingrid Zambini of Ravenclaw."

"Zambini? You were sneak-attack-kissed by a Zambini?" Ron looks on the verge of laughter, but suddenly seems to think better of it, perhaps in consideration of any feelings I might have had about it. "Glad the Zambini I knew wasn't so, er, affectionate."

"Hermione would be slightly miffed if he kissed you, that is if he survived the experience at all."

Ron scrunches his face in horror. "Hermione wouldn't be the only one miffed - and yeah, I reckon he might not survive at all if I saw who it was." He's quiet for a moment, but thinking. Then he shudders suddenly and lets out an inadvertent "Ergh!"

With a slight smile, we walk into the shop. Walking out a few minutes later and six Galleons poorer, I say, "119 Shaftesbury Avenue is our next shop, I'll see you there." I give him an Apparition point nearby and with a slight pop, I leave Hogsmeade.

Diagon Alley

2007-08-24T17:00:40Z

We twirled through the flames and emerged in ‘The Leaky Cauldron”. After I cleaned us up; I took the pram off of my back, and took the boys out of kangaroo pouch. Removing the pouch and with the boys safely in their seats, we went to the entryway to Diagon Alley. I carefully looked over the area then stood in front of them. “Gentlemen, this is the entryway to London’s Wizarding area. You tap your wand on these three bricks thusly and the archway opens.” I look at their little faces. I don’t know if they are really noticing the bricks move, hearing the noise they make or are just looking at their silly Papa. As we go through the portal, I see them turn their heads as it closes.

I point out the Apothecary, Quality Quidditch Supplies—the boys seem to actually be paying attention to my dialog. Pointing to WWW, I say to them “Wave to Uncle Fred and Uncle George.”

As we traversed the ‘Alley we are stopped by a Goblin Paige. I was requested to go to Manager Stonefist’s Office. My boys haven’t seen where I work yet, so I thought it might be fun to show them. So we went into the bank.

The four of us traversed the tunnels to where Manager Stonefist’s office and the Page went to leave he grabbed the wheel of the pram and arrogantly said, “This meeting is to be private. I will dispose of these observers.”

Did you ever try to pinpoint when you lost your good mood? For today, the minute he touched the wheel, that was mine. I don’t know if it was the wizard, the father or the wolf that decided to come out and play

Using my left hand, I grabbed the Goblin Paige around the collar and picked him up and slammed him into the wall at my eye level. Using my right hand, I stuck my wand up under his chin and growled in Gobbledegook, “These Wizards are of my clan, so my word is law. You didn’t ask who they were. Since these Wizards are also my brood, give me one reason why the next Galleons you touch aren’t holding down your eyelids?

“Now go and leave your betters alone before I change my mind.”

The form of Gobbledegook I know is a very guttural type of speech one wouldn’t speak around their Mum. The last sentence was an insult to remotely imply that a Wizard could be his better.

Manager Stonefist observed my actions and he went to talk to the Page. In rapid fire speech that I couldn’t understand. He asked the following questions, “Are you from coppersmiths? (Another vile Goblin insult) Don’t you think he’d protect his clan, especially his brood? He could have killed you and I’d have to give him a promotion and a bonus for excising an incompetent. Don’t look at me that way; even your Grandsire would have congratulated him. Now go and learn how to use what the creator gave you in between your ears, or you will be on clanker repairs for a decade!”

I wish I knew what Stonefist said to the young Goblin, I just saw his eyes widen and bulge out glancing at him and then at me, and then he backed from the room quickly. Stonefist opened his office door and asked his assistant “Bring me a number five please for two and twelve ounces of warmed milk please.”

A few minutes later, his assistant came in with a tray holding a selection of sliced raw meats and a teapot. He handed me the teapot and said formally, “For your brood, Clan Leader, I regret I don’t have the appropriate vessels for them to enjoy it. Thank you for showing mercy to my sister’s second son.

“I’ve been told you like our cuisine.” He helped himself to some thinly sliced meat on a piece of bread. I think he was very surprised when I did the same. The meat was cold and fresh, it needed a little bit of onion and garlic, but it is delicious. I conjured bottles and tested the temperature and handed them to Charlie and Matthieu.

“I called you in Weasley to get your opinion about the security of a large transfer of Galleons between the London Branch and our Madrid Branch. Since our little fiasco this a few moments ago, which you bear no fault, I need to talk with my sire to explain what happened, so it would be good if you were a member of the escort team.”

He walked over to a perch gave a familiar looking owl a slice of meat. He tied a letter to the leg of the bird and he took wing.

He handed me this letter—

August 1999

Dear Gringotts:

Since I recently inherited some property in Madrid, I find it necessary to have some of my assets on hand in the Gringott’s branch there. I will be making repairs and restorations to the property. Please transfer 30,000 Galleons from my personal Black account to Madrid within the week. Thank you for your prompt response.

Sincerely yours,

Narcissa Estelle Black Malfoy

I recognized the owl and looking at the parchment and the handwriting, I do believe I’ve seen it before.

The four of us finished our snack while we discussed the transfer. As Stonefist went to the door to call for someone to remove the tray, I duplicated the letter so I can compare it to the note I received earlier.

We said our goodbyes and I took the boys down to my office. I put them back into the kangaroo pouch and went to my vault. I took the letter out and compared them—

Dear Mr. Weasley,

You do not know me. I know that Fenrir Greyback is planning an attack on your wife and children for the full moon at the end of July. Take every precaution. I would have kept the information about you and your family from him, but other lives were at stake too. No one deserves to be mutilated, killed, or diseased by that foul stinking beast. You have been through enough at his hands already. I do not wish you to suffer more.
--A friend

They are identical. Why would Narcissa Malfoy, a scion of the Black family, married into the Malfoy family assisst a blood traitor? It’s time for further investigations.

I get the boys back into the pram and continue on our journey. As we pass The Musical Notebook, I notice two Long-eared leaning into each other on a perch and the shopkeeper was all smiles as she sat down at her piano.

We walk down the street for a bit and we came across a bench and I sit down. Swinging the pram around I saw my boys’ smiling faces.

“Gentlemen, welcome to the first Weasley’s Wizard Council. The first meeting is hereby called to order. To get the important information shared early, I move that luncheon be at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade.

“Boys, your Papa wonders about himself at times. I’ve spent too many years in tombs and underground. I’ve enjoyed every minute, and it gave me the greatest gift of all, but I think it’s time for a change. What say you?”

I got one set of raspberries and a smile and some goo’s so I think they agree with me.

“What do you think of me becoming a shopkeeper? I am fairly sure that I can use most of the skills I’ve learned over the last ten years to make a profitable start.

“Then your mum will make it shine like a newly minted Galleon just by being there. We can be very happy and with a touch of luck, very wealthy too.

“I call for a vote on the subject on the table. Should the council investigate the possibility of opening up our own shop so we can bring the information to the Lady of the line? The chair votes eye. With the smiles and da-da’s of the council, I’m counting those as aye votes. The subject passes.”
I picked up and gave both boys a big hug and a quick sniff checking for soiled or wet nappies. We are going to a special place next and hopefully we don’t have an nappy emergency.during our visit. I just don’t know how he’d handle it. Either he’d smile and help me make them comfortable, he is a grandfather after all. Or he’d ask me to make them comfortable while he went back to work. Hopefully nothing happens for the next half hour or so.

We begin our trip down the street, I still marvel at the wonders of this street. I remember my trip here when I turned eleven and then again the next August to get my wand. Both of these trips may have colored my memory of this place.

Before we knew it, we are standing before our destination, Ollivander’s Wand Shop, est. 382 B.C. As I manhandled the pram into the waiting area causing the bell to ring multiple times, Mr. Ollivander walked in with a cane guiding his steps. A quick glance of the cane, I see runes of power and magic. The elder Mr. Ollivander may be the only enchanter in the European area that can make a staff to cast spells.

Getting Ready

2007-08-24T16:47:14Z

`Weasley’s Wizard Council

I’ve been ecstatic over the last few days. Fleur came home with my boys. I’ve been on wings hearing the laughter. I never realized before that aromatic and tactile stimulation are very important to me. Two kneazle-crosses, no matter how much I enjoy their company, just aren’t the same.

Fleur went off with the ladies to get their dresses fitted, the boys and I had a wonderful day. I want more.

I leave Fleur a rose and a chocolate on my pillow:

My Darling,

Today is Mummy’s relaxation day. Rest; take a soak in the tub. Perhaps we might go for a walk in the garden in the starlight? Charlie, Matthieu and I will be back in time for tea. I’ll have my cellio-phone with me, but I am planning on going to Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, perhaps stopping by Hogwarts if Charlie is at home, so the signal may not go through.

All my love now and forever,

Bill

I learned many things at Hogwarts, among the most important lessons were how to make friends. One of my first friends at school was a muggle born by the name of Perry White. He had a speech impediment; a lisp and stuttered during times of intense stress. He absolutely despised potions due to a certain dungeon dweller.

Since we were roommates, we worked through the biggest part of the lisp to where it was barely noticeable at third year. I thought it was very strange that the lisp came back during summer break. I found out why when I spent a week at Perry’s house during the summer of our fourth year. All I heard was ‘Pawee this’ ‘Pawee that’. If someone can’t have the respect of their own name pronounced properly, how can they find it in themselves? A muggle terrorist killed Perry White the summer of our sixth year. After my dealings with Perry, I made a vow to myself that I wouldn’t talk to my children using ‘baby talk’; I’d use proper adult language and use the words that children could understand.

So I decide to show Charlie and Matthieu the secrets of a wizard’s life. I’ve already showered, but I still need to shave. I put them in a child sized countertop seat around the sink. Was I ever surprised and flattered when I picked up Charlie and he chanted Da-Da. That lasted for two whole seconds till he pointed at Matthieu and said da-da. I heard it yet again when Fillius hopped up on the counter in-between them and Charlie grabbed his tail and said da-da. I know he isn’t confused, it’s just a sound that he’s making.

I disengaged Charlie’s fingers from Fillius’ tail and set Fillius on the tank so he can observe us.

“Good morning boys. The first thing any gentleman needs to know in the manner of grooming is the proper way to shave. Improper techniques, especially before meetings with the ladies, may change their mind how close they get to you.”

I take their hands individually rubbing it over the stubble on my chin.

“See how prickly it feels? Well I’ve been reliably informed that they feel like needles in the skin of the ladies. They make your face itch for a time till they grow out to a certain length.

“What is the length you ask? That’s one of the questions I asked your grandpa. I’ll tell you what he told me. Everybody is different, you boys have red hair, and Uncle Harry has jet black. I can go three days before my face itches, you boys on the other hand after you shave regularly might only go two.

:”Some places magic isn’t advisable, so we use muggle techniques.”

I pick a piece of leather off a peg on the wall. “This gentlemen. isn’t a belt, it is a razor strap. It is used to polish and align the edge of a straight razor. It belonged to your great-grandpa Septimus. With the proper care, it can be passed on to one of your grand children too.”

Placing it back on the peg, I pick up the straight razor.

“You open the razor thusly and rub it back and forth like this. It’s all ready. I picked up this razor in Alexandria, Egypt. Fine knife makers in Egypt. When I was a boy, I used what the muggles call a safety razor.”

I unscrew the handle, and show how the jaws open. I point to the area, “The blade goes here.” I show them the blade and how to install it.

“To get a close comfortable shave, you need to wet your face with some water. Some people use hot, others use cold. I personally like warm; just about bottle temperature fellows. It opens the pores of the skin and makes the whiskers stand up.

“To make the razor blade glide along the skin, you use soap. I have two variants we’ll try today. One is the classic shaving mug and brush. Just don’t tell your Hufflepuff friends that the bristles of the brush are made from a badger’s hair.

“You wet your brush with a little water and swirl it around the shaving mug, right on top of the soap”

I take the brush out of the mug and it’s dripping with foam. “Like this boys.” I brush the foam all over the right side of my face.

“The other method is muggle shaving cream. It comes in cans and tubes. I don’t have tubes here just cans. Shake it well.

I tip the can down to show the top to the boys. “Charlie and Matthieu, see the top of the can? It looks like a little target with a post on it. Hold the can upright and point the post at your fingers and press the target. Since I am only going to shave half with the cream, I’m just going to use a small dollop”

Pressing the button and I hear the air escape from the can, a snitch-sized glob of shaving cream appeared on my fingers.

“Just like with the brush, boys. You smear the soap over your face wherever there is hair ,“ I say. “I know, I know, Daddy looks silly. I stick out my tongue and make a vulgar sound. Both boys laughed delightedly.

Picking up the safety razor and turning on the tap, I say ‘Only go up and down with all razors. Use smooth easy strokes. If you decide to go side to side, you get to go visit Madam Pomphrey. Go ahead and laugh. I’m sure grandpa did if they sent him an owl on that injury, minor that it was.”

“That’s how you operate the safety razor,” I say, pointing to the area I just shaved.

“The straight razor is a different story, I say with a funny look on my face. You have fore hand stroke, the backhand stroke. You definitely have to be careful, but the result is good.

“Shaving with the wand is very similar to shaving with the safety razor, but the result feels like the straight razor. “Tonsoria” I incant and quickly shave and rinse off my face.”

I dry off my face and take their hands and rub them on my chin. “See guys? It is almost as soft and smooth as yours is.

“Now to get you young gentlemen ready for our day” I say.

I take the blade out of the safety razor and clean the razor well. I banish the blade and close the jaws on the razor.

“Your turn boys, got to get the stubble off, you’d never know when a lady would want to give you a kiss.

As I picked him up, I said, “Come here Matthieu and lets shave.” I picked him up and the first thing he did was go for my earring! After disentangling his fingers from my dragon claw earring, I removed it.

“It isn’t nice to pull Papa’s earring out violently young man,” I say with a grin.

I pick up the shaving brush and bush it over my face. Then I do a quick run down one of Matthieu’s cheeks under his chin and up his other cheek.

“I would hand it to you, but the soap wouldn’t’ taste good.”

Picking the bladeless razor I take a swipe of soap off of my face. “Boys, this is one of the many rules of life wizard kind doesn’t understand, but we have to obey. I rinse the razor.

“When we shave, we have to clean up the sink extra well. Mum wouldn’t want you all to leave stubble in the sink.

I take a few swipes and get all of my ‘whiskers’ off. “Now for you my young man.
I take a swipe down both cheeks. “Doesn’t that feel better, Matthieu?

I take the razor under his little double chin. I scoop up a handful of water and rinse the soap off of his face and set him back. “Looking good, Matthieu! Now to get your brother taken care of.”

Picking up Charlie and I face him towards the mirror. “Now son, it’s time to get your cheeks as smooth as your bum.”

A few quick brush strokes down our faces. “Feel how silky the foam feels, Charlie? There is nothing like a shaving brush. Remember what I said, just straight up and down strokes.”

Before we knew it, all of the foam had been ‘shaved off. I rinsed Charlie and then myself and took a towel and dried our faces.

Picking up Matthieu in my other arm, I had both of the boys face the mirror and the sink. Draining the water, we watch it go down the drain. There are assorted bits of whiskers and soap clinging to the side of the sink.

I turn on the water and take my hand sloshing down the sides of the sink. I take a towel-covered hand and buff the excess water picking up all of the soap and excess hair that I can see.

“This is the second mystery that wizards are never meant to know, boys. To me, that is clean. I don’t see any soap or hair in the sink. Now if your Grandmum or your Mum saw it, they’d show me a half a dozen areas that I missed. This is one of the good things about being a wizard.”

I point my wand at the sink and incant, “Scourgify”. As the pink bubbles fly out of my wand and scrub the sink, the boys laugh delightedly.

“The third mystery relates to the w.c. We can use it with the seat down to wee fellows. No matter how accurate we are, dribbles happen; it is a fact of life. So to keep the ladies of our lives happy, we lift the seat. This part of the process, boys will eventually become second nature.”

“I know you’re probably wondering why I’m telling you this when you can’t even see the top of the toilet seat. Your Papa hasn’t gone completely crazy”

I see Matthieu smiling and gurgling. Charlie smiled and chanted dada.

“Well gentlemen, the third mystery is that if the Wizard can be taught to lift the seat with a high percentage of the time even while half asleep, why can’t witches check to make sure that the seat is lowered before they sit?

“That my boys is a mystery we will never ever understand or get an answer to. You just have to try to remember to lower the seat. That is the only method of survival I can give you for the successful cohabitation with Witches. Hopefully we may have some sisters for you both to tease and take care of one day. So we need to learn this process well. Lift and Lower, Lift and Lower.”

I sit both of the boys back into the counter seats and they bounce and kick their legs animatedly.

“Ok, we’ve discussed mysteries. I’ve given you the first lesson in the fine art of shaving, now it’s time to get dressed to have fun.”

“To finish off our shaves, we need a bit of shaving lotion. Mum likes to smell Aramis on me.”

I splash a small amount into my palm and put it on my face. I tip the bottle against the tip of my finger and run it under the boys’ chins.

“It not only smells good, but it does wonders to tighten the skin and prevent razor burn.”

“Lets see what shall we wear today? Gryffindor red t-shirts and dungarees and trainers are always good.”

Fifteen minutes later the boys had their nappies changed, clean outfits on and they are lying in the middle of my bed while I did my last bit of getting ready.

I pulled my hair into a plait and made a bun out of it, no pulled hair there. I put the small fleur de lei stud into my ear, so no dangly items to attract the boys there.

Snacks and nappy bags with wizard space pouches tied to my legs. My wand is on my left arm and my dagger is in the boot. I’m all set to go. I slip the porta-pram on hanging down my back.

The double kangaroo pouch goes over my chest. As I place the boys in their carriers, I realize with dread, I won’t be able to use it much longer. Oh, I can expand the pouch to hold the boys, but not the boys to where they’d fit me. Oh, I probably can use it for another month or two. Then I’ll have to figure out another way of transporting them while I’m by myself.

With a quick ‘protego’ on my fly area, I take some floo-powder and toss it in the fire and yell “The Leaky Cauldron” As we step into the green flames, I say, “Remember to keep your elbows in boys”.

Memories—

2007-08-24T15:59:15Z

Memories and dreams are messengers of the future and reminders of the past, both teach lessons.

Last night’s dream made me awaken with a smile. When I was a boy, I always liked wintertime. There is the celebration of Halloween; then on 29, November my birthday, then thirteen days later Charlie’s birthday on 12, December. All children love Christmas. So in sixty days Mum makes all of our favorite foods. My chocolate/ chocolate cake and Charlie’s favorite, spiced cake stuffed with apples drizzled with her delicious caramel sauce. I remember a small glass of wassail during Christmas time and a sip of wine on New Year’s. (shh, don’t tell Mum)

Later on in the month of January 1976, Mum woke up sick every morning. I wondered why, I was a little scared at the time-- Mum doesn’t get sick.

Sometime during the first week of February, I heard Mum and Dad have an argument. “Yes Arthur, I’m sure. You may be floating on the river of De Nile, but I’m not. It isn’t the first or the second time I’ve had the Egyptian Flu. Then I heard Dad say, “I love you, Mollywobbles.”

The next morning, Dad made sure Charlie and I had clean faces and hands and with our best play robes and the three of us went on our first floo trip with him. “Mum needs a bit of a lie in, so the three of us are going to let her have a quiet morning.” He said.

“When you use the floo, you speak clearly, then keep your elbows in. Bill on the way out, you get to throw the powder. Charlie on the way back, you get to throw it. Bill take a small handful of floo powder, throw it in the flames, when the three of us step in the flames, shout out The Three Broomsticks. Remember keep your elbows in ” He said.

I did so and I we walked down to Honeydukes. Dad bought us a small chocolate treat. That was the first time I felt Scourgify on my hands, I thought it tickled, Dad walked out with a small heart shaped box. We walked back towards the Three Broomsticks and Dad put us up on his shoulders and pointed out the astronomy tower. I felt like I was flying,

“Gentlemen, welcome to the first Weasley Wizards Council. The first order of business is where do we have lunch. We can have lunch in the Three Broomsticks or a teashop that has the best pastries.”

We had lunch at Aunty Sabrina's Bakery and Tea Shoppe in Diagon Alley. Dad bought a bouquet of flowers on the way home and he hid them both in the broom shed. The next morning Dad gave Mum the chocolates and the flowers. Charlie and I spent that night at Great-Auntie Muriel’s house.

The next morning when we came back, I asked Mum what the Egyptian Flu was and if she was feeling better. She told me that she’d still feel sick occasionally; and the Egyptian Flu is when you get sick and nine months later, you wake up as a Mummy.

When I looked at her with a silly look, I’m sure she took pity on me. She told me that I was going to have a little brother or sister in the summertime. I ran off to tell Charlie. Percy was born 22, August 1976.

When I saw the first lights of sunlight coming through my eyelids, I thought I was going to wake up at the Burrow. When I first became conscious, I smelled the scent of Fleur nearby, the best scent in the world. My eyes opened and I saw Fillius sleeping on my chest and Sucre playing with my ponytail.

Since she has been gone for so long, I pulled her close and snuggled in for a few more minutes of Bliss. I kiss her cheek then just bury my nose in the crook of her neck. This is my favorite spot in the entire world.

After a few more minutes of sleep, I decide to allow my love a morning of luxury around the house. Now if I can just slip out of our bed without her knowing?

I love her so.

A Talk With Harry

2007-08-11T02:28:58Z

I hear a crack of apparition near my front gate. I walk down to greet Harry. "Hi Harry, I say opening the gate, come up to the house. Becareful when you open the door, we have a veritable menagerie in there since the last time you were here. Two orange striped kneazle crosses and an owl. I will introduce you to them properly once we've sat down in the study."

Harry gives me a tired grin, "It's okay, I'm used to running the gauntlet of Mindy, Arnold, and Hedwig most evenings." I note that he takes in all the details of the garden before he asks, "Hey, I was planning to ask an old school mate, Neville Longbottom, to design a garden for us in Godric's Hollow, but just in case he isn't able to do it for us, who designed yours?"

"The light of my life designed the garden. Fleur mentioned a concept of feng shui and then set to work on the garden. It is spectacular on the nights with a almost full moon." I say

As we go through the corridors of my home towards my study, I say, "I have a secret that not many people know. Goblins find all most everything profitable, especially information. They tend to gossip more than Witches at times. So I pick up a lot of interesting information just walking down the corridor of the bank. I can't act on all of it, but some I can share."

"What would you like, butter beer, Guiness, I even have a small supply of an American Beer called Henry Wienhard's Private Reserve."

Harry eyes the bottles of Guiness and American Beer before answering, "I suppose a Guiness, but first..." He pulls out two vials, one I recognize as a common headache potion and the other I'm not sure about. He downs the headache potion and sees me eying the other and answers my unasked question. "This is a potion that is supposed to allow me to dismiss the effects of alcohol and prevent any hangover effects later." He winks at me, "It was one of the first potions our instructor in Auror Training taught us... said it allows an Auror to relax when he's on call."

"Do what you must to keep your oaths. I suppose the anti-alcohol potion is handy. I just developed one that cured the hangover it self. It just takes an hour to take complete effect. It reminds you not to overdrink, but it also allows the healthy feeling right afterwards.

"Charlie has even developed an anti-hangover charm himself. Who is Mindy? I know Arnold and Hedwig."

Smiling as his swirls his bottle Guiness he answers, "Mindy is the kitten I had Hagrid sneak into Hogwarts to her right after we eloped." He shakes his head as he continues, "that kitten and Arnold have spent more nights in bed with my wife than I have since we got married."

"I'm just gathering inteliigence, Pixie's birthday is in a few days, I only have one idea for her birthday present." I say.

He raises his eyebrows as he takes a drink of the Guiness, "Oh, you're one up on me then."

Remind her that she is your bride, Harry. Take her out to a nice dinner." I say.

He mulls it over for a bit, "Hmmm... well we did go out with Ron, Hermione, Remus, and Tonks for my birthday after the graduation ceremony, but I know Ron and Hermione are busy with wedding preparations and as far as I know all of her other girlfriends are out of the country right now."

"Harry, I didn't say to throw her a party, I said to take her out for a dinner. Arrange a seamstress to make her a beautiful gown. Put on a tuxedo, take her to the Ritz. Dance with her, remind her that she is the only one in your heart," I say.

"Erm... Bill," he quickly takes a toke on his bottle, "I don't think Ginny would appreciate me buying her a dress that would fit her right now and reminding her she's the size of a baby whale as she delicately puts it." He looks away for a moment, "she'd probably enjoy the dancing if it didn't mean being on her feet so much though."

"One dance where you can look in her eyes and hold her in your arms would be all that is needed. You can either sit and talk or walk through the city and sight see. What ever makes her happy. That is the key. " I say.

ate_bill @ 2007-07-19T21:08:00

2007-07-20T04:23:00Z

From the Diary of Bill Weasley

It is late at night and I’m just waiting for Fleur to awaken to go on her trip with Charlie. While I know what they are doing is very important in general and to the family in particular, I can’t help feeling that my heart is missing. The two people in the world with a whisper or a shout that would walk with me to the top of the gallows steps or beyond if I needed them are leaving.

It’s right and I know the boys and Fleur will be safe, but the just came home ‘yesterday’ and I just barely got used to sleeping with her again.

I’m going to sip on my scotch while I proofread the letter I’m writing to Professor Lupin

Owl to Remus

I’m tired; I think I’ll just close my eyes for just a moment till she awakens me. While it may only be a few days till they return, it will be several subjective centuries in my heart. She awakens me with the lightest of kisses. We embrace and they leave.

Over the next couple of days,I await news from my family. I hear word that Fleur and Charlie found Percy and took him to Mum and Dad so he can be safe.

It's time to send the Owl to Remus Lupin

More Conversations with Charlie

2007-07-17T00:28:49Z

I look up from my desk at Gringotts to see Charlie. He smiles awkwardly. "Bill, I have a huge favour to ask of you." I nod, not agreeing, but indicating he go on. "I was wondering if I could borrow your wife."

“My toothbrush, yes, my kneazle maybe, but Fleur? I don’t share and play well with others,” I say impishly.

“Sit down and tell mw what’s going on, I’ve got some news of my own to tell you as well.” I say.

"I have to find Percy. I have some time off. Witch Weekly won't tell me anything, so I've decided to go to Brittany and check it out myself. Having a native French speaker along would sure help. That's why I want to borrow Fleur." He says.

“Borrowing your sister-in-law’s knowledge and abilities is much different than borrowing your brother’s ‘wife’. I will have no objections if she doesn’t.” I say with a smile.

His ears grow scarlet. "Damn it, Bill, you know that wasn't what I meant. So, will you ask her for me? I'd need to leave soon, like in a couple days." He says.

“I won’t ask her for you, but I will extend a invitation to dinner so we can ask her together. Tomorrow night?” I ask.

"Okay, I’ll be there. Thanks, Bill." He starts to stand up, then sits down again. "So what was your news?" He says.

“Keep August 28 open, I’m going to need your help. A few days ago, I received an anonymous owl. All I know is that the sender is blood related to us or Fleur’s family in the last three generations.” I say as I hand him the letter.
letter
He looks at it carefully. "Holy shit, Bill, this is serious. Greyback? And who would know him well enough to know he was coming, but be afraid to sign their name? Her name, probably. Not too many wizards write like this. But this says next full moon--isn't that July 30?" he says.

“Yes the next moon is July 30. Take my boys to Mum Sylvie. You and Fleur can go after Percy. The house will be perfectly safe. I’m going to take the son-of-a-bitch out next month. I am NOT going to live with this threat every 28 days. I’m going to install some of the more obscure wards to my property.

“This month, keep my bride safe Charlie. You are the only one I'd trust.” I say

"All right, Bill. I'll take Fleur and my nephews. Then we'll leave them at her mum's and Fleur and I will find Percy. After that, we'll see where it leads us." He says.
“That’s all I can ask.

“Can you do the job in three weeks? We have to throw Ronnikins a bachelor party that he can remember forever.” I say.

I'll try. I have a good feeling about this. Especially if I have Fleur along. Not only is she French, but what Muggle can resist helping her if she turns on the Veela Charm?"

“And most Wizards too Charlie." I say

“I need to look at the sun for a bit. Lets go down to the ‘Cauldron for a beer.” I say.

"Okay." He Apparates there a moment after I do.

Pranks, Owls and Portents

2007-07-03T00:04:01Z

I Thought I Was Having a Good Day

I walk down to Diagon Alley to Eeylops Owl Emporium, looking for my very first personally owned owl. Oh, Percy got one for becoming a prefect during his fifth year and Ron a broom, I asked for books when I became a prefect. Between school and working for Gringotts, I never desired having my own owl. I always had others available.

In the owlery I did see a dignified looking owl. She seems not to pay attention to the goings on in the shop. Just as I bend down to pick up a box of mobile mice for Sucre and Fillius to play with a gray blur flies toward me and lands on my shoulder. I look over my shoulder and see two intense looking eyes. They remind me of Great-Auntie Muriel’s when she reads lips. She bends down and sniffs my left ear, probably smelling Fillius and hoots and hops on my other shoulder.

Fifteen minutes later and twelve Galleons poorer, we walk out of the shop. I ask her to fly straight home.

After I get home, and set up an owlery area in the house, Pig flies down doing barrel rolls and drops a letter right on my head. Bloody little owl wouldn’t stay still long enough for me to offer him an owl treat. After a series of rapid fire hoots to my new owl, Pig flies back up into the window and back to Ron.

Ron’s Letter said—

Just thought I’d let you know we got NEWT scores yesterday so I don’t get in trouble for not telling the whole family.

Hermione got her usual almost-perfect scores: six ‘O’s and one ‘E’. She also got a job offer from the Ministry to work as an Unspeakable, so she’s going for that. She starts next week. I’m really proud of her.

I pulled the five ‘E’s I needed on NEWTs, thank Merlin, which means I qualified for Auror training. The Department of Magical Law Enforcement sent another letter letting me know I got in – and so did Harry. Harry and I start training first thing Sunday morning. I may not be around much since they really had to load up the training schedule to get as much of the usual three-year training into a month as they could, to try and replace the Aurors they lost in the Azkaban breakout. I reckon it’s a kinda do-or-die thing, so I hope we do okay.

Tell those nephews of mine to cross their little fingers that they’ll soon have an Auror Uncle Ron and give them a hug for me. Bill, soon as you’ve got those wards ready, Hermione and I need to get moved back into the cottage, but we know these things take time.
Hope to talk to you soon – in between training hours maybe!

Ron

Hmm…how to reply? It’s about time to show the icklest brother that George and Fred aren’t the only tricksters in the family. Now where was my charms book? I’ve never had to cast this one before. Oh yes that one would be good too—

The first spell is cast, “Blimey, I sound just like Mum!” I say.

Thank goodness that the spell increases the volume of the speech, I don’t want to frighten the boys with Grammy screaming. I cast the second spell and the parchment turns red, and I say in an angry Mum voice—“RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY! HOW COULD YOU? YOU (switching to my own voice) YOU HAVE MADE ME VERY PROUD AND I’M HAPPY YOU HAVE ACHIEVED YOUR DREAM! BE CAREFUL LITTLE BROTHER.”

LOVE FROM BILL AND FLEUR.

Mondays

2007-06-27T21:43:44Z

I hate Mondays—Have you ever noticed you can have more than one?

Have you ever noticed sometimes no matter what choice you make, it always will be wrong?

Let me state my concerns and conflicts—

The remaining Death Eaters in Azkaban escaped. This includes the person that changed my life, Fenrir Greyback. I guess became complacent before the Battle of Hogwarts. The only other werewolf I had ever met was Remus Lupin. If there is anything you can say about Lupin is that his word is his bond. He is a fine wizard with a disease. Greyback on the other hand, is an animal. That is one thing that really surprised me when I was attacked; he used tooth and claw instead of fists or a wand. He should be put down in the most expeditious means.

Fleur—She who is my heart. She is a formidable witch in her own right. We both agree the house isn’t quite as secure as we’d like with a threat like Greyback on the loose. While we can handle ourselves easily, but we have two babies to worry about; we have had semi-heated discussions about me going out of the house till we find it secure.

I went to say my goodbyes to Mattheiu and Charlie before I left for work. I had one son with a messy nappy and after that one was taken care of, the other had a spectacular spit-up session all over my robes. So after getting him comfortable and a quick scourgify on my robes, I just had one more thing to do, I’m going to set the final security measure…

I’ve even had an argument with Filius. I took him into the nursery and asked him to keep an eye on my boys. He looked at me and said, “Rowrr?” If there was anyone that could do a back up to Fleur, it would be Fillius the Hungarian Horntail Hunter. I set him down on a shelf out of baby range. He hissed at me and leapt up on my shoulder and purred and licked my ear. I looked at him and told him to hop down and stay here. I felt the swift strike of a paw and five tiny pinpricks on the side of my head. Then he leapt down to the shelf. Evidentially, he wanted to come to work with me. He started swinging his tail down below the shelf area to play with the boys…

Walking to Diagon Alley I broke the heel off of my boot. By the time I got it repaired at the cobbler’s, I was five minutes late. Walking through my office’s door, I caught the hem of my robe in it and it tore to the waist.

Every quill I picked up today, the point was irreparable or I’d just snap it in half when I tried to use it.

I really should have stayed in bed.

ate_bill @ 2007-06-09T09:21:00

2007-06-12T16:26:24Z

I just got a text message from Charlie. Did I ever tell you that I hate text messages? I hate them because I don’t know how to send one back. So I decided to call him back on the mobile fellytone. I may be one of the wizards that will always be more comfortable with owls and floo calls.

He is going to bring some Guinness to have with our pizza. I call Luigi’s and order a large pizza with both Italian sausages, pepperoni, meat balls, mushrooms, onions, olives, capers, sun dried tomatoes, garlic with lots of cheese. He says he needs to talk, I wonder what’s wrong?

I hear the crack of Apparation in the front yard and hear a knock on the door. I look out the window and see Charlie holding the twelve pack of Guiness, as promised.

I walk to the door and open it and beckon him in. Clapping him on the shoulder, I say, “Charlie, welcome home.”

"Hey Bill." He hands me the Guiness, which I can tell he's just hit with a chilling charm. "Pizza ready?" he asks.

“It should be here by the time we finish the first one.

“Come into the sitting room and relax till it gets here then we can put the Muggle world behind us and concentrate on what’s wrong,” I say.

“So when did you last see the boys?" he asks.

“Since I’m going back to work at the bank tomorrow, she decided to go visit her Mum this morning. I miss them already. I do wish she would have take Sucre with her. She only understands French, so she doesn’t even look at me when I talk to her.” I say.

Before he can reply, I hear the doorbell ring. I pay the driver, when he sees a Galleon I pull out of my pocket, I can see his eyes widen. I take the pizza into the house and beckon him towards the kitchen table as I pass.

"Oi, smells brilliant,” he tells me as I put it on the table and we sit down to eat.

With a wave of a wand paper napkins and plates appear before us.

“My stomach is growling. This does smell wonderful. Fleur doesn’t let me eat like this often. It’s good to be a ‘bachelor’ at times.” I say.

Charlie shrugs. "Most of the time, it sucks." Then he digs into the pizza.

“Witch problems, Charlie? Did you hear from Daphne, or is it someone else?” I ask.

--Disillusioned—

2007-06-08T03:06:56Z

From the diary of Bill Weasley

Did you ever realize that your life could be changed by simple acts? I did but I didn’t know that it could feel so bleak.

My darling wife left to see her Mum in Paris taking the boys with her. I never thought that not waking up for a three a.m. changing or feeding could be both a curse and a blessing.

Not that I am not saying I wasn’t awakened at 2-3 a.m. feedings. Two kneazle crossbreeds tend to eat a lot of food. I’ve charmed the litter box to scoop out any offending substances and maintain the litter levels but I haven’t figured out how to charm to make sure the food and water dishes are filled.

So, I’ve been awakened by Fleur’s darling Sucre and my heroic Fillius either by their antics or sharp yowls as they played or complained about their ‘barbaric’ treatment. (‘My food/water bowl is empty? How can this be? Didn’t I train you better than this Bill?’) My only real complaint is when they chose to play king of the mountain while I slept in my recliner. Ten claws piercing the scalp and hearing a hefty hiss to their opponent tends to awaken one in a bad mood.

I guess I’m becoming my father—It had to happen sooner or later. I’m honestly not complaining about it, I just have been thinking that my family is more important than anything in the world. My world isn’t just the same without Fleur and the boys here to share it with me. With Fleur in Paris and Mum and Dad off to the far ends of the world my life has been really empty.

I’ve spent my last few days in the library at the Tower of London. I swear I surprised a little old muggle man, when I stepped through the iron maiden to enter the place. I walked up to a young wizard curly haired wizard sitting at a table, he was wearing the robes of a Healer at St. Mungo’s. He looked up at me and sneered and promptly gathered his books and notes and muttered “Bloody Weasleys.” I wonder what that is all about.

I’ve forgotten the joys one can find in the library. The heady joys of finding out the information you need and seeing the problem. I have missed that in the last few years.

I have had the joys of solving problems on the fly in the tombs of Egypt, even the seeing the mountains of gold I found can’t equal the joy I see in the advancement of one of my boys. I have a feeling that the days at the bank may be limited, though perhaps not permanently.

Things I still need to do—

1.Remind the family that Fleur is a Weasley, and that she is much more than just a Mum.
2.Continue researching to find information about the organization that obliviated Percy.
3.Gather the family so we can share ideas to protect ourselves to the utmost, we seem to be targets.
4.Talk to Fleur to see what she thinks about me leaving the bank.
5.Contact Dad and ask him what he thinks
6.Since Fleur is going to be in Paris for a few days, contact one of the brothers so I can talk to someone that doesn’t have 4 legs and can talk back. Copious amounts of beer should be consumed.

I just need to do something, this would be one way to start…

Interdepartmental Memorandum

2007-04-25T02:34:59Z

Today I sent this memo to my immediate Goblin Superior..

Right Honorable Ironfist
Director of Security
Gringott’s Bank, London

Director Ironfist,

I am hereby requesting a personal leave of absence for a period of 14-21 days due to a family emergency.

If this leave is granted, I wish to ask for a boon. I have recently received information that persons unknown have decided to take revenge on my extended family. I cannot allow any harm to come to my family or extended family. I would like to have two Goblin security agents to help me secure my home for the time period. Goblin Warriors are held in awe and a bit of fear by wizard kind, with them, I would know my wife and children would be safe.

After the leave, I would like to enter into negotiations to hire more Goblin Guardians for other areas and well.

Sincerely yours,

Bill Weasley
Vault Security
Department C

That was yesterday, today I recieved a reply stating the price for the Goblin Warriors. Even for the possible three weeks I asked for it would have bankrupted my vault. For the 5-15 I was thinking of for the 'base' we need to set up, probably would bankrupt the Black Family...When I saw all the zeros on the parchment, I just didn't even bother to calculate the number.

The only pleasant thing was that I did get the time off. Due to employee history, the three weeks will be off with pay. Now it is time to start the investigation full time.

A Surprise!

2007-04-23T01:30:35Z

“I’m tired of this,” I thought. If it weren’t to support Fleur and the boys, I wouldn’t be here now. I almost have the note that I started a few days ago ready. Goblins, they have their way of wording that needs to be ‘just so’ so there can be no mistakes in meaning.

Fillius is sitting in my inbox. I definitely have wasted the four Galleons on the price of the cat bed for the office. All of a sudden, I see Fillius jump up and begin to make the ‘stropping motions” like he does around my or Fleur’s legs when we are holding his dinner dish. I don’t see anyone there, so I draw my wand and hiss, “Declare yourself!” I am surprised to see the door close and lock.

"Bill,” a voice says quietly through what looks like moving air, "it's me."

“Dad!" I gasp
"Shhh! Careful of what you say. We don't know who may be listening."

“Prove it,” I snarl, “Why did you give Fred and George a spanking and what did they do?”

He sighs. "I'm glad your being cautious, son. I spanked them because they were trying to make their little brother take an unbreakable vow."

Of all of things people can say, “Arthur and Molly Weasley didn’t raise a fool”

I lower my wand and walk to the other side of the desk and hold my arms wide open. “Dad, I’m glad to see you. How is Mum?”

"Your mum is fine. Lonely, but fine. She misses all of you desperately. I need to know what you are doing to find Percy. Have you had any luck?"
“Fred and George are looking in the “Mundingus” side of things. I am glad you came here now. I was about to form a plan to knock on Delores’ Door and ask her ‘what have you done with my Dad’ before I obliviated her.

“Charlie and I have done our best to get into your mind. We have found your notes in the shed, and in the vault. Dad you would have made a wonderful curse master. What can you tell me of the people that made you leave?” Merlin bless me, I can’t believe I said that in just one breath.

I’m getting mistyeyed. I’m almost thirty years old, and I ‘still’ need my Dad.

Aftermath

2007-04-14T03:28:11Z

After I walked Charlie out of the building, I realized with the whiskey we had drunk and the topics we discussed I wouldn't get a bit of work done.

I walk the few blocks to my home from Diagon Alley. I bend down and scooped up Mattheiu and sat down with him in my rocker. Mattheiu was on my left leg and Fillius hopped up on my right and started to purr for us. As I scratched Fillius around the ears I began to talk to Mattheiu.

"Son, this is the greatest truth I can tell you of all time, Famillia Aestimatio Habeoactio Aurum or Family is worth more than Gold. While I do know quite a bit about your Mum's side of the family, she will help you out because I can't pronounce the names well, and one's name is important.

"Repeat after me, I amd Mattheiu Weasley. I am the son of Bill and Fleur Weasley and the grandson of Arthur and Molly Weasley. I am the great-granson of.. On and on I droned back a thousand years till the time of the time of the founders of Hogwarts when the family first attended schooling there.

"This is our legacy, one we can take pride on. You will one day tell it to your sons and perhaps have them tell it to theirs while you listen. This is the greatest gift you can recieve and the greatest you can give. Love and History of Self. I bend down and kiss his yawning face. Both of us are thinking it is naptime."

Remember Mattheiu, Poppa loves you.

Mano y Mano

2007-04-14T00:37:39Z

I’m sitting here in my office making notes on a letter I wanted to write to my section chief, and worrying about Mum and Dad. I’ve made notes of the Wizarding sites I wanted to test the protections of to see if we had to break into them and interrogate the persons with in—I want to scratch and bite and tear till I get some answers…. Whether I leave them dead or obliviated, I care not. We will find the answers and be able to bring Mum and Dad home. As I fingered the hilt of my dagger, I heard a knock on the door, and who walks in but Charlie…he looks like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. I opened the desk drawer and took out my pewter flask and the leather covered one and slid it across to him. “The leather has Ogden’s and the pewter has Glenlivet. Have a drink and tell me what’s troubling you.”

Thanks." He takes a gulp of drink and pulls something out of his robe. "Here, see what you make of this. They're Dad's notes, but he's got them in code." He slides the notes to me. "while you look at that, one other thing. Fred and George and I found this in the Pensieve in Dad's shed. It was the symbol on a ring dad was wearing and couldn't take off his pinky, a ring none of us has ever seen him wear." He hands me a drawing of two crossed wands with a burst of light behind them. "The ring this was on was glowing too. There's no way Mum would have missed it, but Mum in the memory never noticed it."

I take a long pull at the Glenlivet and sit there thinking for a few minutes. All I can see is the obvious, dare I mention it to him and how do I phrase it? The crossed wand obviously represents magic and the light behind represents something else. All I can think of is to go to the library. I’ve seen something like it. One of my favorite ancient Wizards from Egypt probably was a member. Pulling out a notebook, I thumb through my notes, yes Habib the Horrible may have been a member.

“Charlie, an ancient curse-master went to guard a War-Wizard’s harem in Egypt. I called the curse-master Habib the Horrible. His favorite curse for the harem area seemed to remove the male’s dangly bits to protect the ladies. He marked the perimeter with a symbol similar. I pointed at my notes. As for the symbol of the burst of light behind the wands, I really don’t know what it is, it needs research at the library. With the ring, I was thinking if it is a disalusionment charm on the ring tied directly to Dad’s Magical core, that would explain how he could see the ring but Mum couldn’t, I said.

Charlie chokes on his drink, “Removed their dangly bits? I'll go to the library. I wanted to get your imput first. What about the coded notes of Dad's? Since when does he put his research notes in code, and what code has he used? What code would Dad use?" Charlie takes another long sip of his drink. Wait, why would there be a need for a ring Dad can see, but Mum can't? And who else might see it?”

“The ring might be visible to other people who have a brother ring, but not advertise it to the world. As for the code, Dad would use one because he knows that even in his shed, he may not always have privacy. He wanted to keep something just for himself, I guess he would use the code. But it still perplexes me and concerns me. I just want to know the 4 W’s Who, what, where and why. I just need to do something, you know?” Still today, I sometimes miss the war, the world seemed so much simpler. .

'Right. So what he was working on, like the ring, is a secret. But which code would Dad use? How can we unlock it? You're the curse breaker. You must know something about breaking codes."

'Right.” Charlie says, “So what he was working on, like the ring, is a secret. But which code would Dad use? How can we unlock it? You're the curse breaker. You must know something about breaking codes."

"I have to ask the obvious, have you tried the motto?"

Charlie looks at me sheepishly. "Damn. I need George here to Kick me in the ass. No, I haven't." Charlie recites the code and runs his wand over the notes. The writing changes to standard alphabet, but the words don't make sense. They look like nonsense. This looks like something from that wizard, Lewis Carroll. You ever heard of the “Jabberwocky”? Lots of made up words. Brillig, toves, bandersnatch. This has similar qualities." Charlie says.

"Lets go oldschool," I say. I pull a revealer out of the desk drawer and rub it over the parchment and nothing happens. With a swish of a wand and 'revealio' still nothing happens.

Charlie adds a suggestion. "Dad's smart. He's not going to make this easy. I'm guessing it will have something to do with Dad. He says lots of Muggle words funny--maybe the clue is there. Eckletricity, Fellytone, Compututors, Echotronics . . ."

“Good Idea! I'm willing to try anything. Waving my wand I incant, By eclectricity's power and a Fellytone's far of message's sound, I ask on the power of Merlin to uncypher and learn what my Father has found."

The strange words begin to take shape. "Holy shit!" says Charlie, looking at the notes. "Dad was under orders to develop a wizarding way to use Muggle software for storing memories. Looks like he was pretty close. Read here: . . ." Charlie points out Dad's process. Both our heads are bent over the parchment. "Looks like he had a deadline, here." Charlie turns the notes over. "I can't see anywhere on her who gave him the orders or who hired him. Or what their purpose is. Okay, so why pensieves and prophecy balls and stolen brains? Why Dad?"

The only thing I can think of, since he has a fascination with Muggles. And he enchaned a car to fly, he might try to enchant a computotor. A muggleborn friend told me about them. Some of them could hold half the Hogarts Library with no problems, "

“So whose brains, memories, prophecies would which magical people want to be able to store on a computer?" he asks. “I still am trying to imagine what they had to have done to get someone like Dad to go along with them. Then there's that ring. It's got to be about the people who he's working for. Or was working for." Charlie runs his fingers through his hair distractedly.

I think a moment. "If I remember right prophesy balls can only be accessed by the people the prophesy is about. With the memories on a computer, anyone could access them. And as for why Dad was 'hired' I can make a guess. If someone threatened Fleur, Mattheiu or Charlie and I couldn't protect them. I'd A-K Umbridge in front of the Wizagamot without a moment's hesitation if I knew it would do the job. So if we, Mum, or any one of us were threatened, I can see him 'joining' in a heartbeat.”

"So they used us to make him comply? And maybe he didn't do what they wanted and that's why Percy disappeared? So he ran with Mum before they could get her?" Charlie downs the rest of his drink and fills his glass again. "Do you think Percy's alive?"

"That is my guess, but I we can't be sure, yet..But we are closer to the goal so we can strike back! From what Dad said, he was alive when he penned the note, but I don't know right now. I hope he is living, I miss the little prat. He wasn't always one.”

"I know. But we left him out. I left him out. I was the closest to him in age, but I was always paired off with you. Fred and George were a pair on the other side. He never fit. I think it's why he was a prat. He was always trying to prove himself since he didn't have 'partner-in-crime' like the rest of us did. I blame myself. I should have included him. It's just he was so different from me. Doesn't matter now. I should have cared more about my little brother. I just hope I get a chance to fix things." Charlie takes another gulp of the drink. "Bacchus inhibitum." Charlie waves his wand. "Better not get any more of a buzz than I have."

"Damnation Charlie, you haven't taught me that charm,” I said with a grin. “I've had to deal with the morning after potion for all of these years."

Charlie laughs, "Nice little trick I learned in Romania. I don't like to use it too soon, though, or it kills the point of drinking."

"When we get Percy back, we will teach him how to have fun and let his hair down. I swear I remember him wearing a tie in the summer." I say this more than half-seriously.

"Think we can get him to grow it out and wear a pony tail, earring, and tatoo like you? I can see him doing that sooner than I can see him flying through dragons with me." He laughs ruefully.

“Hmmmmmm. Well we can always just get him drunk and give him a henna tattoo and see how he reacts the next morning.”

Charlie laughs again. "Deal. Just don't tell him my charm. He needs to get really drunk." The smile suddenly disappears off of Charlie's face. "Damn it. I just hope we see him again."

"We will see him again. I know in my heart we will hear from Dad soon too. He won't want us to worry too much, or do something stupid." I top off my drink.
Oi, well, I'm good at stupid, remember? Probably better than the rest of you. I didn't think to use the family motto on the code. I didn't even think to look in the penseive until George asked me if I had. I wasn't kidding when I told the twins I was the Weasley least likely to get his own chocolate frog card. I've been an idiot lately." Charlie looks like more than this is weighing him down.

"Charlie, name the top 4 danger signs from a Chinese Fireball Dragon," I ask. "You know the twitches and subtle changes of the dragons; it keeps you alive. With me the subtle codes and magics I need to notice to keep me alive."

“Okay, point taken,” he concedes.

"Then there are the added stresses of Mum and Dad being missing. And Merlin else I don't know about. You have reasons to be stressed," I add.

Latenight at Gringotts

2007-04-05T02:31:55Z

Torn between two Kneazles, watching them act like a fool. I love Fleur’s kneazle cross, I just don’t know about her name. I wouldn’t mind it much if I could just pronounce it easily. She named her Sucre. That is Sugar to us English speaking folks. Well the two babies get along pretty well till it gets close to bed time. It seems that they tend to argue over the boys. If I put Charlie to sleep, my scent is on him so Fillius tends to watch him sleep till I’m ready for bed. Sucre does the same thing to Matthieu if Fleur puts him to bed.

Well, to make a long story short, we have been locking away one or the other in another room because they tend to argue loudly if they sleep in our room. If I touch Sucre’s mistress, she maows loudly then attacks my hand. Fillius does the same to Fleur if she touches me. It is a rather strange way to wake up with a battle mode on a body part. Funny thing is, we lock one away for the night, but when we wake up, they are sleeping with us. Must be the magic of the bond.

Since I am scheduled to check the vaults tonight I decided to take Fillius with me. He did save my sorry arse with the Hungarian Horntail a week or so ago….So we will go to work.

Last night, I received a owl from work stating that I am to receive a 2500 Galleon bonus for some of my last work while I was in Egypt. My initial curse breaking led to find of diamond and a room practically filled gold with other precious metals. I had 500 Galleons sack made for me ¼ of it Galleons ½ of it Sickles and the remaining ¼ of it in Knuts. I’ve made unauthorized deposits in Mum and Dad’s vault before. They don’t really need it, but to make easier on them I have scattered coins in there before.

Well, I picked up my bag and with Fillius on my shoulder I took a cart ride deep into the bowels of the bank. When I came to Dad’s vault, as I got out of the cart, I muttered to Fillius, “We have had this vault in our family almost since the time of the founders,” I said. I will have this vault one day when Dad and Mum have gone on to the next adventure, and one day my boys will have it after me.

After the last click, of the lock opening I looked at the vault. I’ve seen it almost empty before, and filled almost to bursting. Ok, most of the coins were Knuts, but there were hundreds of them. All I found in the vault was a letter with my name on the outside of the envelope. I know it was left either by a family member more than likely Mum or Dad. As far as I know, I am the only one with access to this vault. I take the envelope and seal the vault again.

“What in Merlin’s name is this about? Lets go to the office and find out Fillius. I am beginning to get scared and a bit angry,” I said.

When I got back to my office setting the envelope on the desk and go through the curse breaking procedures. No need to be portkeyed to another site or have my dangly bits be hexed off. After testing, the magical signature was Dad’s so I know it is ok. I flip open the envelope it has the Weasley Family Seal in wax. I broke the seal and pulled out the parchment. I could see the magic radiating off the parchment, but it was blank. Now how would Dad hide something from the world, but cipher it so I can read it? I think for a while. Eureka! I have it. The Weasley Family Motto!

Pulling my wand out and waving it in a circular fashion I incanted, “Famillia Aestimatio Habeoactio Aurum” The Weasley Family Motto “Family is worth more than Gold.” I’ve always agreed with it, and I always will.

Dad’s firm handwriting appeared on the piece of parchment and I sat down to read.

Dear Bill,

I’ve taken your mum on vacation—farther away and for longer than you and your brothers intended. I don’t know when we’ll be back. I’ll try to send you an owl periodically. Be assured we’ll be safe. Your mum will be safe. We love you. Give all of the family our love. Tell them not to worry about us.

I know how to take care of us. I must ask you all to watch your backs. You all have the skills necessary to keep out of trouble. Please use them. Tell Harry to watch out for your little sister, please. Ginny is very talented, but she’s in no condition to have further worries placed on her head.

I have had word of Percy. He’s alive and unharmed physically, but it will do us no good to find him. Yes, Bill, this is linked to why I must take your mother away. God help me.

Love,

Father

So this is why Percy didn’t answer me. I knew he couldn’t be such a prat to not even tell me to go to hell.

Someone threatened my family, which will be the biggest mistake of their lives. I pick up Fillius and floo home. I set up the wards to the utmost at my home and I get dressed as if I were going to the tombs. Dungarees, looser fitting shirt, knife in my boot pocket and wand in my arm holster.

I leave Fleur an note,

My Darling,
There is an emergency that I need to investigate thoroughly. Right now I just have suppositions. I will be back as soon as I can to explain everything. Please forgive me for not waking you to explain, I just don’t know much right now.
The protective magics are set to the highest setting, Stay inside please my Beloved.

All my love for now and forever,

Bill

I pick up Fillius and Apparate an area to get the one person I know I can trust, Charlie.

I appear nearby the door and knock loudly “Oi, Charlie get your bloody Arse Up!”

Poems and Exchange Rates

2007-03-28T15:09:57Z

As I labored at my desk feeling weary, in my office feeling dreary, then I heard a rapping, a tap, tapping on my office door. Hark I thought is that the fair Flower to rescue me forever more? Again I heard the tapping, the rap, rap, rapping beckoning me to my office door. Says the Kneazle, “Oi Bill! I’m sleeping here, aren’t you going to answer the door, so I can sleep some more?” At least that is what he might say if he were here instead of at home.

I remember Charlie reciting “The Raven” and I enjoyed the rhythm of the work and it has haunted me for the last couple of days. I will be willing to bribe him with a few bottles of Dragon Ale to hear the next one, he recites so well.

Well the knocking isn’t going stop so I better answer the door. Lo and behold I found Hermione Granger, since it is the season maybe Weasley in a few weeks on the other side of my door.

ate_bill @ 2007-03-27T18:51:00

2007-03-28T02:05:07Z

I don't know if it will help, but I cast my hopes through the mail to my brother Percy.

Percy,

I sit here rocking Matthieu while Charlie sleeps. I remember the first baby I ever stood and watched sleeping and even the date 4 September 1976; the baby was you Percy.

Will my boys ever know their Uncle Percy? The boy I remember and the young man he became isn’t the same man you are today Percy.

You haven’t contacted me in the time I’ve been back home from Egypt and I find the story I heard of the estrangement is hard for me to believe.

The story I heard was that Dad wasn’t awed about your appointment to the Minister’s Office and you two argued about Voldemort’s return and heated words were exchanged.

Dad was right and Voldemort did return. The war is over and the wizarding world is binding its wounds now. Can’t you risk one more hurt for the prospect of healing our family’s wounds? I know Mum would take you back into the fold without a heartbeats time of decision; that is her nature.

Dad on the other hand is going to take a act of heartfelt truthful contrition.

I will give you one promise—try to make up with Dad and if he rejects you, I’ll plead your case with our other siblings.

I hope to hear from you very soon.

Love from,

Bill
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I just wonder what he is going to say?

Thoughts and Plans

2007-03-25T00:49:32Z

After last night, I look forward to a little quiet time with Filius. I smile as I think of the condition I may find my office in…I was surprised that it was in relatively good condition.

Oh, everything was thrown off of my desk except the inbox, with my ginger-haired kit sleeping soundly there. It looks like I wasted the 2 Galleons 5 Sickles on his pet bed, but maybe he will use it later. As I go to sit down, I think I found out why. He still had some food and water in his dishes, last night he ran out so he played.

With a few waves of my wand, I set things to the way I want them again. Filius woke up and looked at me with disdain as if saying, “I worked for hours to get my room decorated it the way I wanted it and you clean it up? What’s even worse, you awoke me in the process! How rude!”

As I sat down, Filius climbed down from my inbox and on to my lap he circled around three times and went to sleep. I sat there stroking Filius thinking about what occurred last night before; I learned I would be an uncle for the first time. I always knew this day would happen, but I just didn’t expect Ginny to be the first parent in all 6 of my siblings.

I always saw Percy as a life long bachelor and Fred and George having a contest to see who can field their own Quidditch team first. Now Charlie is a hippogryph of a different hue all together the perfect witch for him would be someone that shares his fascination with dragons…Or a perfect bum and a smile with dimples, platinum blonde hair, errr I digress, the last part was me.

Harry thinks someone might want to harm MY Pixie and her Spark? Not as long as I live and breathe…She maybe Harry’s wife, but I still remember her smiling at me from her bassinet and I plan to see her be a Grandmum.

I think it should be a set up as a target style warding system. The outer ring will be an alarm system similar to a doorbell warning the occupants of the house that someone was there; perhaps an I’m not home glamour. The next ring would be an anti-disparation and portkey ward; I know of a method that would allow the authorized occupants to use both magics, but set off the next set of defenses if unauthorized people.

The next ring will be nastier, tying the Protean Charm the Dark Mark. If it is tied to a male signature, I’ll some of the magics I found originally developed by ancient Egyptian Wizard I call ‘Habib the Horrible’. He warded a harem’s quarters by making all unauthorized male visitors by magically removing their dangly bits and making them eunuchs, I’ll go over my notes to see if I can make it extremely painful. For the ladies, I’ll change the soil into quicksand under their feet.

The last ring before the house, I’ll take a page out of Ron’s book, instead of levitating the troll’s club, I’ll levitate the wizard 10-50 feet in the air—then let them drop.

Things I need to do:

1. Owl Hermione to get all of her research on the Dark Mark. The mark has faded from the Death Eater’s arms, but the vestigial magic will still be there.

2. Contact Headmistress McGonagall to see if there is any spells I can convert to wards to detect animagi, Wormtail is still on the loose.

3. Contact either Professor Flitwick or Madeye to check the fields of fire for the cottage.

I pick up Filius and scratch him under the chin. “What say you? Do you see anything else I need to add?” I don’t think so because all he does is purr and rub his head underneath my chin. I set him back down and he settles down back to his nap.

Why am I feeling this way? I have been thinking over the last few days that I miss the war. Now isn’t that the stupidest thing you have ever heard of, remotely wanting the terrors of Voldemort to still be happening.

I miss the adrenaline rush, knowing that you have your life is in your hands and your cleverness. Maybe it is the wolf, I don’t know. All I know is that before the battle at Hogwarts all I wanted to do is survive the day then find Fleur so I could cuddle. Ok that isn’t so different than today but I see the threats to my family or is it a ‘pack’ as a threat to me specifically.

The Double Trouble boys have a unique and special outlook on life that stymies most of us ‘normal’ folk, so I know they will be safe.

Percy has lost his way. His supposed ministerial power will protect him he thinks. I need to write him and see if he will have the courage to answer me.

Ron has the people he can count on and the ones that count on him, Harry and Hermione.

I have Fleur, Mattheiu and Charlie and Ginny. Maybe I’ll let my Pixie go after she has her Spark, but I just don’t know.

Out of my family the only three I don’t worry about is Mum, Dad and Charlie.

I know it isn’t just my respect for Mum, but I feel she is a powerful witch in her own right. One glare from her plus a few flicks of her wand should send most people running.

Dad, he doesn’t have the reputation in the wizarding world he should have. It’s his fascination with muggles and muggle artifacts. I’ve seen him do things with a wand that would stymie Dumbledore himself. He is the only wizard I’ve ever heard of that scared a ghoul when he got angry. I saw the Burrow’s attic ghoul looking through a window with a scared look on his face. He pointed at Dad and said, “Make the scary man go away, I want to go back to my attic!” So his reputation is the best armor I can think of.

With Charlie, I don’t worry about him because I know he will be my side covering my back as I cover his, its been that way since the beginning.

Time to exercise the Ravenclaw part of my soul and do some research. The only resource I can think of that wouldn’t laugh at me would be Remus Lupin.

Notes for the Conversation with Professor Lupin, I want to know what I’m feeling is related to the ‘wolf’ or is it just a side of me I didn’t realize in the past.

1. Do you feel more emotional and to a certain extent feelings of violence against strangers near the full moon?
2. Do you feel more physically amorous right after the moon?
3. Since he is the only werewolf that went through Hogwarts, what does he think of the educational level of the others he has met?
4. Discuss my employment idea I have for werewolves.
5. Get drunk if it seems proper, I need to let go.

I’ll owl Remus and invite him and Tonks to dinner. I’ll give Fleur 5 Galleons if she calls her Nymphadora; two reasons, I like the Fleur’s French accent when she says it and Tonks’ reaction to it.

“Well Filius, I think its time to go meet Fleur and her wee one. Ok, check over my ideas and I’ll get everything else ready; I need the loo.” I pick him up and put him on my desk and walk to the loo

I did my business and went to take care of his cat bed and litter box and get it ready for travel. Every time I glanced over at him it seemed that I he was looking over the notes I made. By the time I shrunk his food and water bowls and put them in my pocket, he ran to the edge of my desk and got sick. Cats sick is the vilest smell I’ve ever had waft through my nostrils.

I packed up my notes and notebooks from the Tombs. I grabbed Filius and took him with a few quick strides to the Magical Menagerie

After a through examination with a CoMC specialist, he found out there was a bit of the quill that Fillius ate irritating his stomach a bit of a potion, and some quick wand work put him to rights. He told me that kneazle crosses need sunlight so I should only take him to work every other day. He also recommended that I allow him to chew on some feline friendly plants like catnip and cat grass. Since he didn’t have them available in stock, I should write MacGregors Nursery. He did give me a tonic to put on his food until I have the grasses. Owling MacGregors is my first stop when I get home.