Unable to Speak Out

Bill just wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it, because he couldn't stand the stares of those around him and the photos in front of him.

It all started ten minutes earlier when he was yawning as he came downstairs.

He was so upset about what happened last night that he couldn't sleep.

He could only frown and think that since it was just getting light and there was no one around, he would go for a walk in the garden.

He let the steam from the fountain soothe his skin, which had become rough from the harsh Egypt environment.

Then, he was struck by several Silent Spell from behind.

Suddenly everything went black, and he found himself in this room.

His father, his two younger brothers Charlie and Percy, and Sirius were all sitting around him.

The table in front of him was covered with a row of photos.

The photos were placed in just the right spot so that he could see them as soon as he woke up.

These photos show a large group of male witches posing and preening.

Most of these male witches had black hair, and some even had green eyes.

"Bill, Molly Weasley should have talked everything out with you last night. I wasn't planning on doing this."

"But Sirius thinks that as long as you don't have a boyfriend, you're a potential threat to Harry," Bill said, looking at his father with a speechless expression.

"Yes."

"I think it's very necessary."

"Look at the male witches in these photos."

"They are all male wizards that I had my newspaper collect overnight who like men and are similar to Harry."

"You can see, they all have black hair. Some even have green eyes!" A cold voice rang in Bill's ear.

Bill moved the only eyeball that could move.

It's Sirius.

His expression was quite interesting at that moment, showing three parts disdain, two parts anger, and five parts indifference.

"Bill, what happened to you—" His favorite younger brother Charlie was so heartbroken that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

"Dad, should we ask Bill? Maybe he's made a mistake?" Percy said tentatively.

Upon hearing this, Bill's eyes immediately filled with tears.

He had never realized how adorable his younger brother was.

He started complaining again, wondering why his father and Charlie didn't believe in him.

And Mom, didn't she tell Dad?

But now he can't do anything but roll his eyes.

Sirius was still introducing him to the male wizards in these photos.

Meanwhile—

"Percy, we have solid evidence."

"That's true. Out of the four of us, you're the only one who didn't see it because you were locked in the bathroom," Bill heard his father say.

You could hear the disappointment and pain in his father's voice.

"What is that?" Bill was overjoyed. He was about to ask when Percy asked the question for him.

"You know Ron invented the Mist Potion, right?"

"Fred and George have always wanted to make a copy."

"But it kept failing."

"However, their research cannot be said to have made no progress. Although they cannot create the mist that only Ron can create to store the information that Ron himself felt."

"But they also figured out how to insert their message into the fog."

"Besides Dumbledore, McGonagall, Moody, Kingsley, who didn't know because they went back, Charlie, Sirius, Hagrid, and I all learned about your mother and Bill's conversation through the Smoke Bomb that Fred and George had reprocessed."

Percy: "Oh, I see, Dad. Bill, how could you do this!"

Hearing that even his last supporter was beginning to doubt him, Bill couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

Before he could process his sorrow into resentment towards Fred and George, Sirius's voice rang out.

"Oh, you like this?"

"What a coincidence!"

He also lives in Devon, England.

"You can meet more often in the future to get to know each other better."

"And he was Tonks' classmate in the same year!"

"He's also very good at Quidditch."

Sirius mistakenly believed that the joy in Bill's eyes when he heard Percy ask the question on his behalf was an expression of affection for the wizard in the photograph that had just been placed in front of him.

"Bill has finally found someone he likes?"

"I want to see."

"Is it because Bill is good at Quidditch, or because he has both black hair and green eyes?" his father and two brothers said as Bill was about to lose his temper.

After an unknown amount of time, when Sirius had already started talking about what time the wizard got up and what he didn't like to eat, Bill finally heard a voice that sounded like heavenly music to him.

"Why don't we release Bill and let him give us his opinions?"

It's still Percy.

Bill almost swore at that moment that if this were to be resolved, his favorite younger brother would be Percy.

As for Charlie?

Where did this little punk come from!

So, with Bill's eyes practically popping out of their sockets, his father finally pulled out the wand.

A flash of blue light appeared, Bill began to pant heavily.

"Bill, what do you think of Jestu, this young man?"

"If you think it's okay."

"I'll arrange for you to meet him this afternoon," Sirius practically roared.

He was too anxious, and his previous indifference was nowhere to be seen.

"Can I 'see' that Mist Potion, the one Fred and George gave you?" Bill took a deep breath and said, barely suppressing his anger.

"Here you go." Mr. Weasley pulled a glass bottle, its surface shimmering with tiny, shimmering lights, directly from his pocket.

Bill unscrewed the bottle cap, then inhaled, and his consciousness instantly returned to last night.

He swaggered behind his mother.

Despite making a loud stomping sound, there was no sound at all.

After his mother went into the room, 'he' took out a tube and stuffed it into the crack in the door.

Then came his mother's voice, while he stammered.

When the person from his memory uttered the incantation for the Anti-Intrusion Charm, the scene changed again.

He appeared at the dining table, in front of him.

"Ha! The next scene is Ron eating." Bill shook his head, waking up from his dream.

"Didn't you notice?"

"I didn't say a single word in there," Bill said, speechless.

"Don't you like Harry?"

"Then why did you just keep 'uh-huh'ing and then use Anti-Intrusion Charm to prevent others from eavesdropping? That doesn't make sense."

"If you really don't like it."

"The following part should be your explanation. What's the need to censor it?" Sirius asked skeptically.

That's Harry, who looks just like James!

Would Bill not be tempted?

You know, even he back then—cough cough!

Sirius quickly slapped himself.

"I was so surprised!" Bill rolled his eyes.

Then he began to recount his subsequent conversations with Mrs. Weasley.

"So, you did ask about Harry's size after all," Sirius said, stroking his chin.