James hated bad news. It wasn't like he let it show visibly, but he couldn't stand it. He was much more comfortable with surprises and good news. James also hated being alone, so getting bad news while alone was not the most appealing situation. Yesterday when he got home from a brutal Auror's mission, he got a call on his muggle phone from his father telling him that his Grandfather has passed away.

Passed away. Passed away? That had to be impossible! He knew wizards that were pushing 150; in wizard years his grandfather hadn't even gotten close to old age. His mother must be losing her mind right now and what about his siblings? Was Lily ok? Had Albus even heard? No one in the family knew how to contact him. The life of the Weasley family had been a mess lately. There had been so many fights and arguments that he wasn't even sure who was talking to who these days. All of his cousins would probably be too busy avoiding each other to go to The Burrow like their Grandmother had requested. They'd probably just all show up to the funeral and go about their business without saying a single word to each other. So much for loyalty. He'd go to The Burrow alone; he was Molly's favorite anyway.

Now that that was settled, he could really use a hangover potion. While making his way to kitchen, he heard a loud pop followed by the sound of broken glass and a trail of sorry's.

"Who the hell?" he asked out loud

"Sorry, it's Dom. I didn't mean to apparate on your vase."

"It happens. Wait; are we mad at each other? It's hard to keep up these days." He joked.

"Yeah, who are you telling. So how are you dealing with everything?" she asked sheepishly. Neither of them were really the emotional type and she was probably just as uncomfortable talking about it as he was.

"I'm dealing. You?"

"I've been better. I just can't believe he's gone. Can you imagine how Grandma Molly must be feeling?"

"I can only imagine. Are you staying at the Burrrow with Grandma and the younger kids?"

"Yeah. Are you?" he asked hopefully.

"Are you kidding me? I'm not staying there with your cousins. They all hate me." She said quickly.

"I don't think everyone hates you just-"

"They would prefer if I didn't come around. Everyone hates me except for you, Fred and Roxy but I doubt they're coming home."

"Oh come on!" he begged, "I can't go there alone with all this shit going on. It'll just be me he younger kids and probably Molly. And she'll no doubt bring her kid and that half-wit husband of hers."

"Don't forget Vic; she'll definitely be there waiting for the opportunity to damn us all for not going."

"Dominique. We all have reasons we don't want to go back but for Merlin's sake, it's Grandfather! He never would have turned his back on us and every single one of us took that for granted. He was there for us all this time and now-"

He couldn't even finish his sentence before she had her arms wrapped around him in a comforting hug. It had been a long time since he'd been hugged and it felt good to be reassured that somebody was there for him.

"Fine. I'll stay there with you but at the first sign of drama I'm gone."

It had been a year since Lucy had had any contact with her father. A year since the huge argument that decided she was no longer fit to live at home. A year since her mother didn't stand up for her and let her father kick her out of the house. One long year since she'd heard from her older sister Molly, the girl who didn't have the guts to stand up for herself. One year since she moved in with Lily, who had always been like a sister to her. One year between Lucy and the letter she held in her hand from Percy Weasley; the last person she'd ever expect to write her.

There was no telling what the letter could say. She doubted he would apologize, or want her to come back home. It had to be serious. For this reason she had called a mandatory meeting with her cousins. They would want to know about this. She gave the password of the Heads dorm that she shared with her cousin Louis and as expected was greeted by him Lily and Hugo. The four of them, unlike the rest of their family, were closer than ever. They'd helped each other through the best and worst times. They were her cousins, best friends, and protectors. They'd know what to do.

She rushed to the common area and saw her three best friends scattered around the room.

"Hey, guys. Thanks for coming out of class." She said appreciatively, earning the attention of her cousins.

"Luce, you can get me out of class whenever you want." Hugo responded. "Me and Lily were in the most boring Potions lesson with the Slytherins. No offence."

"None taken. We've got a problem." She said as she handed the letter to Lily.

"What the hell? Why is your shit-faced father writing you?" she asked. At the mention of her father Louis and Hugo got visibly disturbed.

"I don't know, Lil but it has to be important. Otherwise... I don't know. Did any of you get letters?"

"No, but McGonagall did ask me and Hue if we were ok this morning; like something should have been wrong. What about you Louis?"

"Nothing. Let's open it then." He answered as he snatched the letter from Lily's hands. Lucy was no good at divination but she had a feeling that nothing good could come of this. She took deep breaths as she watched him read the letter slowly; his face going from confusion to shock. He put down the letter and hung his head in his hands. "We have to go home."

Teddy hates surprises. Whether they're good or bad, he could really live without them. The last time he'd been surprised was when Vic told him they were having triplets two years ago. It had been a huge surprise, especially since she had told him she was on some special kind of potion that protected you from pregnancy for 5 years. He loves them with all of his heart, but they had in no way been planned.

Getting back on track, he wasn't keen on surprises; so when he came home and saw Victoire puffy-eyed, running around the house packing bags and the kids in their stroller ready to go, he imagined the worst.

"Vic, what's wrong? Are you going somewhere?" He asked worried. Surely she couldn't be leaving him. He knew he had made mistakes in the past but was it worth ending an 18-year relationship over?

"Grandfather is dead." She said through sobs. Teddy immediately felt relief, but only for a second because he then realized what she had said. Arthur Weasley surely hadn't died. That's impossible.

"Are you sure? I mean, when did this happen?"

"I just got the owl this morning when you left for work. Dad says Grandma wants all of the grandkids with her for the week so we're going to The Burrow."

That did not sound like a good idea. Teddy loved Vic's family, hell he'd been raised by her family, but there had been a lot of drama lately. One particular bit of drama that had almost ended his marriage. Going back there with everyone sounded like a recipe for disaster.

"She wants all of us there? Do you know if everybody is going to show up?" he asked.

"If by everyone you mean Dominique, yes. Or at least I don't think even she's that cold-hearted to just not show up at all. Is that going to be a problem for you?"

"No." he answered untruthfully. "Not a problem at all."

"Great. Let's go."