A Helping Hand
Bill’s strained marriage to Fleur began to crumble after the birth of their second child, a small strawberry blond boy. Their relationship had been built in wartime and where that should have tempered it into steel, instead, there were deep pits caused by despair and destruction and loss.
Fleur packed a bag and left in the night, leaving the children and Bill sleeping peacefully in the dark. And Bill needed to get away, away from the place he’d tried to build into a happy home, away from his mother’s frantic coddling. Just away.
Six months after Fleur left, he packed up the kids and followed Charlie to San Francisco. He wasn’t really sure what he expected to find but knocking on the door and having it be opened by a leather clad, smoking woman that gave him a lazy glance over, eyes lingering on his hair, his scar, and finally his kids, probably wasn’t it.
“Let me guess,” she said, raspy voice causing his heart to race just a bit. “You’re a Weasley.”
“Well, yes,” he said, startled. “I was, ah, looking for Charlie? Or Mr., um, Harris?”
“Xander,” she said, smirking. “He’s not fond of his father, so call him Xander. And somebody took Charlie to visit Clem’s family, so Xander’ll have to do. I’m Faith, btw.”
She stepped back, a move that Bill recognized as a precaution the Council took to keep vampires from entering. He followed her in, suddenly feeling awkward when Henry started to fuss and Victoire yanked at his hand, wanting to chase off after a girl with sparkly baubles dangling from her wrists.
“How, uh, how are you today?” he asked, jiggling Henry while keeping a firm grip on his daughter.
“Five by five,” she said, shrugging, and Bill blinked. He was certain that was English, but he’d likely have understood a foreign language better. She eyed Victoire as she struggled to pull away, lips pursed, before looking back at him. “Do you need help?”
She looked like she’d swallowed a lemon, so he said, “No, thank you.”
Of course, then Henry flailed and Bill had to let go of Vic to keep from dropping him and Vic took advantage of that and started to dart away. Faith’s hand shot out, quick as a snake, and caught the back of her jumper, lifting her. Vic stilled, staring at Faith, shocked. Faith looked a little surprised herself.
“I can-,” Bill said, motioning for her to hand Victoire over even as Henry started crying.
“I got ‘er,” Faith said, shifting until she was actually holding her properly. “You just…make him stop.”
Bill pulled a bottle from his backpack and heated it with his wand, popping it into Henry’s mouth after making sure it wasn’t too hot. “Thank you.”
“No prob,” she said, shrugging. “That’s what we’re here for.”
She gave him a significant glance and Bill felt his heart roll over. He’d wanted to give his children a home, to get away from his mother and reminders of his failed marriage. He hadn’t thought
he’ been looking for help, but the relief he felt at the offer was incredibly telling.
He put his hand on Faith’s elbow and, when she looked him in the eye, said quietly, “Thank you.”
“No big, Pops,” she said, shrugging.
Bill smiled and decided that he was going to like it here, especially if Faith was always around.