The Night His Life Changed: A Bill Weasley Story

Well, it's time to fight. I guess I've always known I would end up going to fight for Dumbledore in the end. Bill sighed heavily in resignation. I knew when I agreed to join the Order that I would end up fighting. I guess that it never really sunk in until now.

Bill pocketed his wand and kissed his fiancée, Fleur Delacour goodbye. Picking up a handful of Floo Powder, he threw it into the fire and said in a loud, clear voice, "Headmaster Dumbledore's Office." Through the fire, his last view was Fleur crying as the emerald green flames engulfed her husband-to-be. Bill felt the familiar swooping feeling of Flooing. When he arrived at Hogwarts, he stepped out of the fire and saw Professor McGonagall waiting for him. He realised how important this must be if the Floo Network was opened up just for this event.

"Professor McGonagall, I was contacted and told to come. Are the Death Eaters here at Hogwarts?" Bill asked incredulously.

"Yes, Mr. Weasley. There are Death Eaters in the castle. Professor Dumbledore would want you to come and protect the castle if he

were here -"

"What?" Bill cried in alarm. "He isn't here?"

"No, Mr. Weasley, he is not. I do not know where he has gone off to, and I certainly don't know why. As usual, I may never find out, but I will be told that it is indeed very important..." Professor McGonagall mumbled the last bit to no one in particular. Realising how silly she must look mumbling in front of a former student, she straightened herself up and said in her usual clear voice, "But in any case, you need to depart and join the others. Go to the Astronomy Tower."

"Yes, Professor," Bill said. He exited from Professor Dumbledore's office through the gargoyle statue. Bill quickly made his way to the Astronomy Tower without much trouble. He was waiting alone. That was, until he heard voices outside the door.

"You know the plan. Kill him off. Then run until you are off grounds. Apparate to the Dark Lord. Not that hard, is it?" a deep voice said.

"No, it's not. I'm not nervous. "a much younger voice stuttered, trying to sound arrogant. He failed miserably, and ended up sounding as scared as could be.

"Do not kid yourself. This is your first killing, you aren't wrong to be nervous. That's why I'm here. The Dark Lord knows that the first kill is always the hardest, and he wants to make sure that you at least have a chance at coming out on top. Yes, we all know; if The Dark Lord can't kill him, it seems silly for you to be able to. The Dark Lord is using your father's failure as a way to punish your family, and test you at the same time. He figures that one of two things can happen. You can fail him, which is what he expects. If you do, then he will most likely kill your entire family. If you succeed, which, for your sake, I am sorry to say is quite unlikely, then Dumbledore will be gone, and you will be rewarded greatly," the deep voice said.

So that is why the Death Eaters are here! They were sent by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named to kill Dumbledore! But, no one can kill Dumbledore! I mean, he's the greatest Wizard who ever lived! Bill thought to himself. As he realized all of this, he took in a sharp breath.

The footsteps stopped, and everything became quiet. It wasn't a peaceful, serene quiet, but more of an eerie quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you realize something is wrong.

"Who's there?" the younger voice asked. "Don't mess with us; we aren't afraid to hurt you."

Bill decided to remain quiet. He prepared himself, mentally and physically, for a duel.

"Come out. You don't stand a chance against us anyway, so you may as well just give yourself up," the older voice growled in a low tone.

Bill began to search his mind for a powerful jinx he could use to defend himself.

"Come on, you don't honestly think you can win. Don't kid yourself," the younger voice stated, although it didn't sound too confident.

It only now occurred to Bill that he recognized the younger voice. Bill also understood that a voice like that could only belong to one sort of person - a Malfoy. Bill immediately got ready for an easy fight - he knew that it must be Draco Malfoy, who wasn't all that powerful. What happened next, though, was not what Bill had prepared for.

Draco Malfoy did come running out - but it was not he who made Bill worry. It was the man behind him. Bill had seen him in The Daily Prophet before, but he could not quite put a name with that face.

"So, it's a Weasley. You see them all over the place, their constant red hair just popping up. Which one are you?" The man looked at him cautiously. "You must be the eldest one." the older voice ranted.

Bill didn't waste any time. "Stupefy!" he cried. The man sidestepped the red jet of light.

"You fool, don't you know who I am? I am one of the most wanted men in England! Do you honestly think you can win against me?" the older

man said. Rather than pulling out a wand, the man jumped towards Bill. His efforts to get away were useless. Draco Malfoy was there to aid him.

"IMPEDIMENTA!" Draco said as Bill tried to escape. The next thing he knew, Bill was on the ground, underneath the man.

"You obviously have no idea who you are dealing with. My name is Fenrir Greyback. Scared, Weasley?"

All of the colour drained from Bill's face. He knew that name, and he was

worried. In fact, he was more than worried. Worried seemed like an understatement in this situation; he was terrified. Fenrir Greyback was the most powerful, most dangerous, and most wanted werewolf in all of England.

"Malfoy, take the jinx off this man," Fenrir said. Why he was telling Draco to do this, he wasn't sure. "I like my prey to struggle." Malfoy simply smiled at this, and quickly cast a counter-jinx on Bill. Bill immediately kicked up, though without enough force to get Fenrir off of him.

"Get - off - of - me!" Bill cried, fighting to survive.

"You fool, you can't win against me," Fenrir Greyback growled. Using a claw-like hand, he slashed Bill across the face twice. Bill cried out in agony, but didn't stop in his efforts to get Greyback off of him.

"Being a werewolf isn't that bad. Maybe you should try it..." Greyback said, opening his mouth wide. His sharp teeth were visible only for moments before they sunk into the side of Bill's neck. Bill cringed in pain.

"No transformation? Usually when I bite someone, they transform into a werewolf. I suppose it only works on a full moon. No matter. I can still hurt you," Fenrir grinned in a way that made Bill want to vomit.

"What shall I do?" Malfoy asked. Bill had forgotten he was there - he was being rather useless.

"Just wait there for me to be done with this Weasley." Fenrir spat Bill's surname in disgust. Bill saw this as his chance. He kicked upwards swiftly, causing Fenrir to go flying backwards.

"IMPEDIMENTA!" Bill cried as Fenrir jumped towards him. Fenrir was knocked backwards, but he wasn't about to give up.

"Malfoy! Grab him!" Fenrir cried. Bill was only able to move for a moment before Draco Malfoy grabbed a hold of him. Although Bill was easily stronger, Fenrir's goal wasn't to get Bill to be held by Malfoy. His goal was to jump on Bill while he couldn't defend himself. And it worked. Malfoy let go of Bill just before Fenrir Greyback jumped on top of him and began to claw furiously at Bill. There were large gashes in his face, with blood coming out. This continued for about five minutes more.

"I guess you've suffered enough. I would kill you, we have more important matters to deal with," Fenrir said. Bill was confused, but he was in too much pain to care.

On the way out, Malfoy stepped on Bill's hand. He cringed in pain.

For the next hour and a half, Bill lay there. He had no energy.

Somewhere in the distance, he heard a cold voice uttered the vilest words ever. Avada Kedavra.