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Chapter List
- 1-Castor
- 2-Pollux
- 3-Gemini
- 4-Polaris
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~*Polaris*~
( A brief side story to Midsummer's Night )

Part 1: Castor

Author: Chibi Ron Weasley
Rating: PG-13 for language and stuff
Memorandum: This popped into my head one day while I was straining, and failing miserably to sleep one night. Ever since, it's just stuck there, and I had to write it out or I would have gone nuts. Duh...it's me, what do you expect. Its long even for a short story...I can't write short stories..gahh. Well anyway, its 4 parts in all. So please read as I post them. I havent been able to type much lately , with my slaving on my onslaught of projects and all, and I actually havent even been able to get online for like two weeks as a matter of fact...so please be patient. I'm trying...^__^;; *Crosses fingers, hopes Tyler will sell me a laptop for college...!! Yay! Support your fellow Biologists!* And I am going to get back to people on the beta thing when I actually get home and can check my mail. *Hasn't been home in 50 bazillion years* So anyway, This is a side story to Midsummer's Night, although you don't really have to read it to understand this...just keep in mind, it's about Bill Weasley. *Dies due to hottness of Bill Weasley* Oh yeah, I got the CoS Dvd and was dancing in the parking lot. Some ghetto people were staring at me...O__O;; PERCY IS HOT!!

*****Part 2 is already written and will be put up around the week of 4/20***

P.S. Lets make it simple and just say that I dont own any Hp characters.
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~*Polaris - Part 1: Castor*~

The sun rose cheerily over the mountains, brightening the blanket of land beneath it with its golden rays of warmth. Red gold hues reflected off the dewy grass as it evaporated and the air was beginning to fill with the sweetness of the flowers as they opened their petals, thus marking the start of a brand new day.

Unfortunately, it was a Monday.

These Monday sunrises affected people differently. Instead of flinging the the curtains open cheerily and then getting the powerful urge to dance through a multitude of flowers, one instead finds punching a co-worker in the face, or shattering somebody's nutsack with a steel tipped boot much more appealing.

For Bill Weasley, this Monday morning was no exception. Another sunrise, another day of work at the famous wizarding bank Gringotts, and lately, his job had not particularly been his cup of tea. But that will all be explained later on.

Today was proving to be particularly boring. The security crew had been at a meeting, and the department heads seemed to be as bitchy as ever. Sheryl, one of the managers in charge of the Gringotts curse breaking security crew, had been ranting at them for the past half hour about something, and everybody else just sat around with smug looks on their faces. About what? Bill didn't have the slightest. Hd mod more important things to worry about...like how to get the little pens with the bank logos on them to balance on the bridge of his nose.

After recieving narrowed eyes from several of his co-workers, he put his little game on hold and strained to pay attention to his bitching boss.

"...because you have been lax on security, and your dedication to your jobs are--"

Bill let out an obnoxiously loud groan, causing a few heads to turn towards him. His attention span seemed shorter than usual today. Five seconds seemed to be his limit. His interest was diverted back to the pen, which he twiddled in his fingers for a few moments before sticking it through an unnaturally large earring hole in his ear.

"Bill Weasley!!"

"Huh?" Bill glanced up, four pens dangling through holes in his ears. A few people held back sniggers.

Sheryl swelled like an angry hen, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed dangerously at her long-haired employee. "Have you even heard a WORD of what I've been saying!?"

"Yeah...lax dedication security..uh...jobs.."

Sheryl growled, opened her mouth to throw a diatribe at Bill, then snapped it shut before opening it again to curtly shout, "Meeting is adjourned, please get back to work." She turned on her heel and strode angrily out of the room. The other witches and wizards got slowly to their feet, stretching and grumbling to each other as they started off down different hallways to get back to work.

"Dude, what is up with you?" the green-mohawked wizard next to Bill said, when everyone else had left and they had started down a hallway towards their own job posts, "You were, like, totally gone through that entire meeting."

Bill only grunted a blunt response and twisted his pinky around in his ear. His companion rolled his eyes and shrugged. They got to the office at the end of the hall, and Bill chucked his briefcase at the desk, missed, and papers went flying everywhere.

"Son of a bitch!" Bill grumbled. He began stuffing the papers disorganizedly back into the briefcase, a definite tone of aggitation in his voice.

The other wizard made his way tentatively over to the other desk and set his own briefcase down on it before grinning coyly at Bill. "Haven't been gettin any pussy lately, have we?" He grinned again as a flying paper weight barely missed his head.

"Shut the hell up, Steve-O."

Steve-O stretched and lazily put his feet up on his desk as Bill rattled around aggitatedly with some loose files next to him. "Y'know, most of that meeting was about you, Bill."

Bill glanced up at him. "Oh no...it's not about the..."

"Boggart issue again? Yup."

Bill groaned, his head falling down onto his desk with a dull thud.

Steve-O took a sip of his extremely dark coffee. "Bill, really, why don't you just go through with it? I mean, you're the one needed to break the curse on the vault it's in so someone else can get rid of it."

Bill huffed annoyedly. "Why can't they just let me do it alone?"

"BECAUSE, Bill, YOUR job is curse breaking, not getting rid of boggarts. Honestly, I don't see what the big deal is."

"Well, it's a big deal to me..." Bill grumbled, "I'm the first one it's going to see when the door opens."

Everybody with half a brain in the wizarding world knew what a boggart was. Bizarre creatures that hailed from darkness, nobody knew their true form because they were shape shifters, and the first person they see, they assume the form of that person's worst fear. Bill chucked a couple papers in a waste basket. "Stupid thing...why'de it have to pick a bank vault to invade?"

"You know them things...like dark dingy places, they do, and Mr. Wonka's vault is as dark and dingy as they come. Crazy old coot...if we hadn't found out he'd died in a floo accident we probably wouldn'ta had ta open his vault to clean it out so that greedy witch Floristica could have it...be damned if I know how the thing got in there in the first place...and don't stick those pens in your ear holes, it makes 'em smell funny."

Bill pulled one of the pens out, sniffed it, and made a disgusted face. "Yeah, you're right."

"HAH! This is the last straw!!"

The two startled workers turned towards the door at the alarming outburst. Sheryl had kicked open the door and stormed in. "This is the last straw Weasley, the last straw! Mrs. Fauna is giving us until tomorrow to have that boggart out of that vault or she's withdrawling all of her money! This whole fiasco is bad for business!" she yelled, throwing her hands up in the air dramatically. She twirled around to face Bill. "We've already hired someone to help get rid of the boggart with you for tomorrow."

Steve-O bit his lip as the air filled with tension. Bill stared back at her, his jaw hanging open.

"An Auror from the Ministry of Magic readily agreed to help us--"

"No way."

"YES way mister, and if you don't agree--"

"There is NO way I'm doing this with someone else! I won't do it!"

"--and if you DON'T agree, you won't have a job starting tomorrow!!"

Bill stood up from his seat, his hands clenched on the edge of the desk. "You can't do that!"

Sheryl smirked at him. "Oh, you'de be very suprised at very suprised at what I can do, Mr. Weasley." She sniffed disdainfully, turning her back towards the speechless Bill with an impressive swish of her cape. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got other things to attend to. So if you want to keep your job, you'll be here tomorrow at 10 AM...SHARP." Her heels clicked loudly on the tiled floor as she stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut. Bill got up and danced behind the closed door, both middle fingers pointing at it.

"Well, that's that, Bill. Whatcha gonna do now?"

Bill massaged his weary face in his hands. "I'm going to leave a bit early today. I need a drink." He threw the rest of the papers down on his desk, put on his cloak, and started for the door.

"You haven't been getting any pussy lately, Bill."

The door slammed again loudly for the second time that day.

*****
Bill slouched down in his usual bar seat at the Leaky Cauldron, already on his fifth drink. "Uhg. Everything sucks."

"Yes, yes Mr. Weasley. Want another?"

"Yes," he belched. Another frothing glass slid down the counter and he caught it with his right hand. Getting piss drunk never solved anything, but it sure as hell was registered as a temporary solution in his mind ( not including the details that he sometimes woke up in very strange places.) He just needed to get away for awhile. It wasn't that Bill was a bad worker. Good gods no. Everyone there knew he was bloody brilliant, for he had been the Head Boy in his Hogwarts days, and he was normally on top of everything at Gringotts. He was the best curse breaker they had, and it was only lately that he had been giving them trouble, only about this one issue, so Bill had the feeling that they wouldn't be firing him, no matter what he did.

He took another gulp of his drink before resting his head on his hand as he stared down the length of the bar table in disinterest in hope of spotting some eye candy to sooth his bloodshot eyes. Unfortunately, as his eyes moved down along the line, most of the occupants appeared to be old wizards off duty or on break, seeking relief at the bar. Bill was just about to take another drink when something caught his eye.

"Oh yeaaaaaah...an oasis in the desert!"

At the bar in front of him, with her back towards him, sat a slender witch in velvety black robes fringed in a sparkling emerald green. Wavy auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders to about the middle of her back, tied in a very loose ponytail.

Bill grinned, setting down his drink as he pushed back his seat and sauntered up behind the witch. He craftily leaned on his elbow against a neighboring table. "Hey, baby."

She did not turn around or even give the slightest hint that she had heard him. Bill drunkly leaned in a little closer. "What's a cute thing like you doin all by yourself?"

At this, she turned her head, raised her eyebrow at him with a confused look before turning around again.

'Hmm, ok, hard to get, eh?" Bill thought to himself. Intoxicatedly, he slipped his hand down under the bar stool, brought it back up, and pinched her on the ass.

This of course, got a response. With a startled yelp, she lept off her seat, which fell backwards onto Bill, sending him tumbling to the floor on his rump. He glanced up, grinning. "That got your attention."

She stared down at him, seemingly alittle shocked.

Bill got unsteadily to his feet, his eyes moving up and down the witch who was now facing him for the first time. She stared down at him with incredibly beautiful violet eyes that peered out from behind the now messed up bangs that dripped down into her vision. Her lips were slightly parted, but she wasn't speaking, and her cheeks were now flushed, casting a rosy hue on her fair complexion. In short, she was extremely gorgeous, and it had been many, many moons since Bill had even seen someone who was even half as pretty as she was.

He took a step forward, causing her to take an unsure step backward. "You are...really hot," he said stupidly.

At this her eyes went wide and her cheeks reddened even more. There was some sparse, stifled giggling around them, and she had opened her mouth to say something, but the only thing that came out was a suprised yelp as Bill's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, and Bill couldn't help but notice what a wonderful figure she had.

"Hows about you and me take off for a while--URMPF!!" Bill wheezed, slouching over as he received a fist to the stomach.

"How about not?" replied a quite unfeminine voice.

Bill blinked. Then he looked up. Oh...Hell...no. That was a man's voice. "Come again?" he mumbled, serried.

"That kind of attention isn't really welcomed, thank you," came the same voice.

Bill stared. Then he stared some more. His mind took a while to finally accept the situation. ' Oh shit. I just hit on a guy..." His thoughts jumbled, panicked. "I-I'm sorry...I thought..." Bill stuttered, well aware of the fact that everyone around him was either staring or whispering, "I thought you were a chick."

"......"

Deciding not to respond, the other man turned embarrasingly back towards the counter. Bill stood awkwardly behind him, his mind racing madly, slightly inhibited by the alcohol. Everyone had just witnessed that excruciatingly embarassing moment. He had to redeem himself, and quick! Everyone was still staring.

Bill slouched down in the seat next to the other man. They both sat in silence. Bill glanced over at him, but he didn't look back. He stared determindly infront of him, the pink tinge still lingering on his cheeks.

The waiter came over to him. "Would you like something, sir?"

"Yes...a strawberry daiquiri...non alcoholic, please."

Bill snorted obnoxiously.The violet-eyed man turned towards him annoyedly.

"Is something wrong?"

"Sissy."

Bill grinned as the other man turned away again, an offended look on his reddened face. He sipped his drink calmy, avoiding Bill's mocking gaze.

"Can't handle a little alcohol, eh?"

Still no response.

Bill chuckled derisively as a flask of Jack Daniels slid down the bar counter to him. "Guess you really ARE as manly as you look!"

"....."

"If you couldn't tell, that wasn't a compliment."

"....."

"So, how do you keep such a girlish figure? Slimfast? And is that Maybelline?

"...Listen. What do you want?" he snapped, although his voice still maintained its odd calmness.

"Nothin," Bill grinned.

"Then leave me alone." He turned away again, his eyes flashing icily.

Bill twiddled his fingers for a few moments, then grinned maliciously. "So, how many guys have you made it with?"

The other man did not dignify that with a response, although his hand holding the glass was shaking noticably.

"Yeah, I know you can hear me. You wouldn't look that way if you didn't like it...unless maybe you've just taken a little too many fashion tips from your whore of a mother--"

That seemed to strike a particularly vulnurable nerve, because Bill was suddenly bashed in the face very hard with a fist. He was sent careening backwards, crashing through tables and chairs to the floor. Everyone turned to stare, startled. The other man was standing, breathing heavily, his own chair on the floor from standing up suddenly and forcefully. There was a few moments of tense silence before he spoke.

"I've...I've had enough. I'm leaving."

With that, he grabbed his cloak and stormed out the door without another word, the other occupants of the bar staring after him wide eyed and open mouthed. The door shut hastily, and everyone's attention turned back to Bill, whom was still sprawled, shocked, across the litter of tables on the floor.

He stood up slowly, brushing himself off. "Man, what a prude."

~*End of Part 1*~

Like I said before, part 2 shoud be up sometime around the week of 4/20 but knowing my recent schedual, it could quite possibly get messed up. But please come back and read when I get it up. And PLEASE REVIEW!! ^___^
I should be getting up the next chapter of Midsummers Night sometime too. I wrote it awhile ago during a political and economic sciences class, and have been having trouble finding the time to type it up. Grr.
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