This story is an old colabortaion between myself and my friends, Monopoly and Flame Maniac.

It takes place before book 5 meanig Dumbledore is still alive.

After the war the Weasley family scattered around the globe. It's been 20 years since htey all seen each each other and who knows what chaos will ensue.

Dear Weasleys, Potters, Dumbledores, Lupin, and Snape:

It's been 20 years since we've all been together, and Merlin knows that wasn't under good circumstances. It's time for us to get together and renew the bonds of friendship. So come on down to the Burrow for the weekend and bring your family. We'll provide rooms and food. Be sure to come!

Love, Molly & Arthur Weasley ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"See?" bubbled Molly Weasley as she showed the invitations to her husband Arthur. "Isn't this a great idea?" A look of quiet horror had crossed Arthur's face, and now he was slowly shaking his head no. That is, he was until he caught the look Molly was giving him. Then he quickly nodded yes. "Er, th-that's a wonderful idea, M-Molly dear." he stammered. "Wonderful! I'll send Errol out with them immediately!" And with that, Molly swept out of the room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Harry Potter watched in amusement as his 10-year-old son Adam tried to teach Dobby to play chess. He didn't seem to be having much success. But Harry had to admit, he was grateful that Adam was even alive. He had been born with an incredibly rare disorder that, if discovered too late, was incurable by magic and could even kill the victim. Fortunately, while it had been discovered to late to be cured by magic, Adam had survived. Unfortunately, he was confined to a wheelchair, probably for the rest of his life. Harry really admired his eldest son for being so positive all the time. Suddenly, there a loud thud brought Harry out of his thoughts. Just as he turned to see what had caused it, his 4-year-old son Michael burst into the room. "Daddy, Daddy! There's an owl outside the window and it looks dead!" Harry's eyes widened in disbelief. Surely it couldn't be... "What is it, Dad?" asked Adam. Before Harry could answer, Ginny walked into the room with a beat-up gray owl in her arms and their 7-year-old daughter Lily by her side. "Look, Harry! It's Errol! I wonder what Mum and Dad want?"