1 year after the Battle.
Molly Weasley looked outside and smiled when she saw the kids playing Quidditch. Of course, they weren't kids any more thanks to all the things they've seen. Molly's smile faded.
She had seen it.
The way George no longer jokes. The way he wakes up touching his ear.
The way Ginny screams in a mirror. The way she hates writing.
The way Hermione reads. The way she cries at night.
The look in Ron's eyes. The way he is more scared of snakes than spiders.
And Harry. Oh, Harry. He's spooked by everything. Every Thursday he's off to therapy. And what's worse is that he drifts off. Most of the time Ginny snaps him back but sometimes he snaps out of it when he screams.
Those children. Those poor kids...
"Hey mum," Bill smiled at Molly who smiled back. "I'm going with Fleur. Some Death Eaters got to Shell Cottage so we need to fix it up a bit. Don't worry,"
"Alright, be home by tomorrow though," Molly called as he left. "Just to check in!"
"Alright!" Bill yelled back. Molly smiled and it faltered when she heard the familiar Disapparating crack but closed his eyes and breathed out. Nothing wrong could happen now.
"Hey, Mrs. Weasley," Harry suddenly came in. Molly jumped slightly. Harry stilled. "Sorry,"
"No, it's alright. What is it?"
"It's just...a letter sort of...fell from the sky," Harry fumbled with his pockets. "And it was addressed..." he slowly pulled it out. "To you..." Molly frowned and took it. "Hermione checked it," Harry added. "Whatever it is. It's real. Like, legit,"
"Oh my..." Molly whispered.
"What?"
Molly slowly handed the letter to him.
Dear Molly,
Taking care of Fred like you took care of Harry all these years
Love,
Lily
P.S. Mummy loves you Harry :)
Harry gaped at it.
"This isn't- how can-!" Harry looked up at her. Molly shook her head, confused as tears began to form.
"What's going on?" Ginny walked in and leaned on Harry. "What is it?"
"Is it that letter?" Ron asked.
"Ye-yea," Harry stuttered. He swallowed.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked, concerned.
"Yea, great, brilliant," Harry gave the letter back and looked around. "So, what was it you wanted to show me?"
"Oh yes!" Molly took his hand and the rest of the group followed, grinning.
"You're gonna love this, I bet," George grinned.
"Oh he is," Ron assured him and Harry smiled.
"Here," Molly stopped him in front of the clock that showed the Weasley family. Bill was on 'OUT'. Arthur was 'WORK'. Charlie was 'OUT'. George was 'HOME' as well as Ginny and Ron. Fred was faded out, meaning that he was dead. But something that caught Harry's eye was a new spoon-like thing that said Harry.
And it was on 'HOME'.
Harry had never cried. He hadn't cried since he was five years old. He didn't cry when his cousin hit him. He didn't cry when he found out how he lost his parents. He didn't cry when Sirius died. He didn't cry for Dumbledore, Remus, Tonks, Mad-Eye, Fred-Harry had never cried for any of them.
But here, right now, this moment, Harry looked at the 'HOME' sign and tears slipped out of his eyes. He fell back slightly and stared at it, crying silently until he hid his head and cried harder. He felt someone hugging him but he couldn't care. He was 'HOME'.
After 18 years, he finally found a family who loved him.
And his parents were waiting for him patiently.
He'll always have a family now.