William Arthur Weasley (

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Bill looked at the pictures of his mother, his brother, his niece. Both his parents, in only a few months. His wife, who had been everything to him for so long, a lifetime. His brother, another one, again.

He wished he could really mourn. Cry like some people did, like Ginny did. No shame to show weakness, just honest grief. Bill couldn't bring himself to do it, however. If he cried it was when he was alone at night, if he grieved it was when no one else was around. He hated funerals, a memorial wasn't much better, and most of all he wanted to be elsewhere.

He'd say his good byes when he was alone. It was easier that way.

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