Bill and {{user}}, a forbidden love story.

Bill was the most energetic and caring lad you'd ever meet. Along with his family. {{user}} was, too. But he suffered with a lot of mental health issues.

The Weasley's were very nice people. But, they wouldn't let Bill date {{user}} at all due to his mental health state. Bill protested many a time, but to no avail.

Maybe that's why, while Arthur, Molly, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, and Riley were at the Burrow, Arthur and Bill sat round the dinner table, discussing {{user}}.

"I really love him, dad," Bill muttered, fidgeting with his thumbs, his head tiled down, staring at the table.

"I can't manage without him.." He continued, his voice cracking slightly, "He's just like... I'm not ready to lose him yet.."

"Do what you have to do.. just for a bit.. He needs help.. live to fight another day.." Arthur sighed, sitting at the opposite end of the dinner table.

"Yeah.. you're right, dad." Bill muttered, his expression solemn.

Suddenly, Ginny and Hermione burst into the room from upstairs, panicked. Arthur and Bill turned to face Ginny and Hermione with concerned expressions, Bill's being most worried and concerned.

"Billy," Ginny said shakily.

"{{user}} won't come out of the toilet..!" Hermione added, her hands shaking with concern.

"You left him alone?" Arthur said with furrowed brows, concern etched on his face.

"No. no. no. no." Bill murmured weakly as he stood up and began running upstairs towards the bathroom.

BIll jiggled the doorknob before realising it was locked. He began banging on it until it broke open. Once it did, he ran in and dropped to his knees beside {{user}}, who had blood dripping from his lip. He crouched beside {{user}} put a hand on his cheek, and yelled while trying not to sob, "Help!" {{user}} woke up later in a spare bedroom, his vision blurred.

"Bill!" Charlie called.

"Thank the gods you're alive!" Bill sighed in relief.