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Wand: 11” elder with a unicorn tail hair
Patronus: Crup
Height: 6’2” (188 cm.)
Weight: 175 lbs. (79 kg.)
Hair: Red
Eyes: Blue
Hand: Right for writing and wand.
Distinguishing Marks: Scars on right side of face.
Age: 28 as of 10-31-98

Hello, my name is Bill Weasley. You probably have heard of the Weasley family, poor, second hand robes and red hair. While this description is accurate to a certain extent, it is a veneer. We are extremely rich in where it matters.

I’m the eldest of seven children. My earliest memories are of Mum being pregnant. Between Charlie and myself, there was hardly any lap at all. I can still remember seeing him the first time and wondering why he couldn’t play with me.

Charlie and I were inseparable once he began to walk. We explored the Burrow’s grounds till we knew it as well as our own bedroom. Charlie has always been my best friend.

When I was five, Percy was born. Percy was ‘my baby’. I was big enough to help Mum out with him. I watched him grow up into another Head Boy of Hogwarts. As a man, he traded what was important for a small piece of power. I was totally disappointed in him.

Looking back at 1 April 1978 was Fred and George’s birthday. I swear I gave them the pranking idea. I just remember my first April Fool’s prank. It was on Mum. I pointed out a mystery ‘spot’ on her robes. When she looked down, I raised my finger and tapped her nose. She chuckled and said “Oh” and grabbed her belly. Eight hours later Fred and George were here.

A couple of years after the holy terrors were born came Ickle Ronnikins. No matter how old or big Ron gets, he will always be the Ickle Ronnikins.

Ginny was my ‘second born’ if you will. With only sixteen months between Ron and Ginny, I often took her with Charlie on our adventures. I believe Charlie and I still have marks on our backsides from when we pushed her pram into Ottery St. Catchpole without Mum’s permission. We were her brothers and big boys. I was almost eleven and Charlie was almost nine.

One of the biggest rows I have ever had with Mum was about a year later. I can remember it being very traumatic. It finally sunk into me that I was going to Hogwarts. I didn’t want to go; what would Mum do without me? Not only was I going away from my best friend and brother Charlie, but who would teach Percy how to write? Then there was MY Ginny. I actually raised my voice before I began to cry. She finally convinced me that I was the pioneer; I had to make the first foray of my generation of the Weasley Family into Hogwarts to blaze a trail for the others to follow.

I remember seeing Hogwarts for the first time from the boats. . It was a magnificent sight. My sorting was different from all others to my knowledge. I placed the Sorting Hat on my head, and it fell down around my ears. I was surprised to hear a voice inside my head. It said, “You have a surfeit of courage and almost the same amount of thirst for knowledge. Where shall I place you? I think you should be in Ravenclaw; there you can shine.

I replied, “My dad and uncles were Gryffindors and so was my mum. Gryffindors lead the way, and that is what I’m here for!”

“I can see that you are sure; I can’t fault your logic. Welcome to your new friends.

Then the hat shouted, “GRYFFINDOR!”

I missed my family, especially Ginny. I learned a lot of academics, but I even learned more about myself.

Before I knew it, Charlie was riding the Express with me. From 1, September 1984 to end of summer term 1989, Charlie and I were 48-12. Out of sixty pranks attempted, we were caught twelve times. Headmistress, I feel safe to tell you now, we charmed the Slytherin Quidditch robes to be red and gold.

Before I knew it, we had Percy coming on the Express with us. The little boy I held in my arms a first year! Mum and Dad were so proud; all of their boys thus far were Gryffindors! In some ways, I wish I could have stayed for the 1990 school year just to see the Professors faces with five Weasley boys here.

I applied for a position at Gringotts as a cursebreaker. I found it very challenging. The beauty of the protective magics around the Egyptian tombs are magnificent.


I came to Hogwarts in 1995, as a ‘family’ representative with Mum for Harry Potter. I was lucky being twenty-four and a cursebreaker. Cursebreakers due to their training and skills aren’t normally as affected by ambient magic. Charlie could explain it better than, I could. Veela send out waves of magic and pheromones in a dual purpose both to attract a mate and stymie predators in ages past. They do it today under stressful situations. I saw Fleur across the crowded Great Hall as a beautiful woman. We talked for a few hours while I was there. I enjoyed these talks immensely.

I think I know why Fleur didn’t like her time at Hogwarts, most of the boys were affected by their pheromones and lost the ability to speak around her—to put it bluntly because the blood left their brains. The girls on the other hand saw her as a rival and didn’t even try to make her feel welcome.

I came home from Egypt to work with the Order of the Phoenix. I took a position Gringotts London. One morning she walked into the building. It is said that she took a position to improve her English, but I think it was fate pushing her towards me. We were engaged (insert date) the third happiest day in my life.

I was mauled by Fenrir Greyback, a militant werewolf, during the Battle of Hogwarts. The first memory I have of the aftermath of the battle was waking up in the Hospital Wing. Fleur was holding my hand and brushing my hair away from my face with her other hand, she said, “I am good looking for the both of us, I theenk.”

The next two happy days of my life revolved around Fleur. August 16, 1996 when the official said, “You may kiss your bride. “ Then when I heard Fleur say, “Beell, come meet your sons on October 2, 1998.

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