Disclaimer: everything you recognize is JKR's.

:Updated to correct the reference to Harry's 17th Birthday watch! Thanks to lauraf68 and Hopeless_Romantic70 for bringing it to my attention!:

Just a warning, there's a bit of sensitive content near the end of this chapter. It's a brief description of violence, I tried not to take it too far, but just so you're aware its in there.

“Ginny, what’s wrong?” Bill asked, startled.

After the emotions of what she’d just seen, Ginny felt the dam break inside her and she burst into tears and only managed to choke out “Harry” and “Blood”.

Ron slipped into the seat next to Hermione and put an arm around her shoulders.

“We’re all broken Hermione,” He said, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “We just know what’s broken with you. That’s the first step toward recovery."

 "No, that doesn't make sense! Kids do wandless magic all the time!" Harry countered.

"Yes! Uncontrolled, unintentional magic. But to be able to control it like you can! That's one in a billion Harry." Hermione whispered. 

Back at the market, the girls were enjoying themselves, browsing the different stalls and displays, and being therapeutically frivolous.

As night closed in around them, Harry began to feel like some of the pressure was gone from his heart. Hermione and her parents headed off to bed, one by one the Weasley’s and Andromeda headed upstairs, Bill led Fleur back to their little cottage, and Harry was left sitting by the fire, marveling in how well the day had gone.

The next day Harry was up early as usual, but unlike normal, he found he was already sharing the breakfast table with most of the Weasleys. At half-past nine, Ellie and Carl pulled into the home paddock, having brought their large ute. Between the ute, the Granger’s car, and the help of a few charms, they managed to squash everyone in for the ride to town.