WE WERE THE WEASLEYS
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters.
A/N: Ok, so I got the idea for this fic while reading 'We were the Molvaneys' It is a kick ass book and I highly recommend it.
Any way, if you have read the book, you will realise that this fic has nothing to do with that story line. but I had a great
idea for this fic.
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Ginny Weasley-Malfoy rolled over in bed and ran her hand down the naked chest of her husband, just as she had every morning
for the last five years. Some times she found it hard to believe that she had been married for five whole years. Everyday
felt new to her, every day was a new experience.
"Good Morning beautiful" Her husband, Draco, whispered. Ginny jumped.
"Crap Draco, I thought you were still asleep" Ginny smiled sheepishly and hugged him good morning.
"Well, you know me, I like to watch you sleep" Draco replied and ran his fingers through Ginny's long red hair.
"Draco" She whispered.
"Yeah baby" he replied.
"Tell me how much you love me" Ginny smiled, they had always done that, they had always prompted each other for their feelings.
"I love you so much...tell me how much you love me" He replied
"Oh, you know, little less than yesterday" Ginny joked and then quickly moved out of the bed. Draco picked up the nearest pillow and
began to chase her around the room.
"I am going to make you pay for that Gin" Draco exclaimed playfully as he hit Ginny with it. She had picked up her pillow and
was fighting back, giggling back.
"ok, ok Truce" She managed between giggles.
"Ok, truce" Draco replied and dropped his pillow. Ginny hit him across the face with the pillow that she was still holding.
"I had my fingers crossed" She smiled and then began to run again. Draco chased her across the room and then threw her down
onto the bed, pinning her down with his body.
"But you do love me right?" Draco asked
"All my heart" she replied and kissed him softly. He moaned and then brought his lips to hers again for another kiss. Ginny's
arms wrapped aroung Draco's neck as the kisses became more intense...
Then there was a tapping on the bedroom window, which could only mean one thing.
"Just ignore it" Draco whispered as Ginny turned to look at the owl on the window sill.
"We could, but do you know how freaky it is to have a bird watching you while you are making out with your husband?" She
asked as she wrigged out from under him and headed to the window. She could tell that Draco was disappointed, but it really
was a strange feeling. Damn peeping Tom owls.
She unrolled the parchment and read it quickly. Draco watched as it fell from her hands, hitting the floor before his wife's
first tear.
*****
The door creaked open carefully, the thin line of light shining across the bed. Four year old Tabitha Weasley crept up to
the bed and looked at her sleeping Parents. She grinned and ran her small hand over her fathers bright red hair and the moved
to brush a lock of frizzy brown hair away from her mothers eyes. The little girl rested her head gently on her mothers
pregnant stomach and then looked up at them again. A look of innocence shone in the little girls eyes until...
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy its morning, wake up wake up" Tabitha cried excitedly as she jumped on her fathers chest. Ron
Weasley sat up with a start and held his stomach.
"Tabby, it is to early, you'll wake your mother" Ron whispered sleepily to his daughter who was now jumping on the bed.
"It's ok, I am already awake" Hermione Weasley smiled as she rolled on he side to look at her husband and daughter.
"Hello mummy" Tabby giggled and then continued to jump.
"Tabby, sit down" Hermione mumbled, struggling into a seated position.
"Mummy, When it the new baby going to be here?" Tabitha asked, running her tiny hand across Hermione's largely swollen belly.
"A few more weeks...then you'll have a little brother or sister" Hermione grinned, looking a Ron.
"I hope it's a girl, boys are yucky" Tabitha screwed up her face and Hermione grinned again.
"What about Daddy, He is a boy, is he yucky?" Hermione asked her daughter.
"No, he's daddy" Tabitha laughed and jumped off of the bed, running out of the door.
"What about you? Do you think I am yucky?" Ron asked Hermione.
"Of course not, I think you are sexy" She replied and kissed his cheek.
"Yeah, I'd say the same, but you know, you are kind of fat" Ron joked
"Ronald Weasley, that is not a very nice thing to say to your wife, especially when she is 8 and a half months pregnant with
your second child." Hermione groned as she swung her legs over the side of the bed.
"I know, I am sorry. You look better every time I see you" Ron smiled and hugged ger.
"What, you mean I looked bad when we first met" Hermione questioned, Ron collapsed back onto the bed.
"I should know better than to joke with a smart pregnant lady" He smiled.
"Yeah, I thought that you learnt your lesson after Tabby" Hermione smiled and leaned back into Rons arms.
"I thought that we learnt our lesson not to have any more kids after Tabby...crazy little ball of energy" Ron replied.
"What, you dont want another kid? Well, It's to late now isn't it?" Hermione joked
"I never said that, I just hope to god that this one is a boy, I hate being out numbered in this family" Ron said, his hand
absent mindedly stroking Hermione's belly.
"You know who Tabby reminds me of?" Hermione began softly. Ron nodded, he knew what she was going to say. That some how,
Tabby reminded her of Fred and George. The other Weasley's were hardly even mentioned in their house, all seven of the
Weasley kids had had a number of fights over the years and lost touch.
"Yeah, she reminds me alot of Neville Longbottom to" Ron Joked
"What...no, I meant..." Hermione laughed
"I know, you were going to say the twins, she reminds me of them to" Ron whispered.
"Daddy, Mummy, there is an owl out side for you" Tabby smiled, sticking her head into the room and smiling.
"I'll get it" Ron said, sitting up
"Yeah, you have to, I cant get up" Hermione laughed, struggling to sit again.
*****
The door burst open and two bodies fell through it. One, being a red head, the other with long brown hair.
"You ok Katie?" George Weasley laughed as he helped Katie Bell up off of the floor of their flat.
"I am fine" Katie giggled.
"What time is it?" George asked as they walked hand in hand to the kitchen.
"Morning, we should really find a new manager for the club" Katie replied. Soon after Hogwarts, George and Katie had opened
there own nightclub in muggle London. 'Chase the beat' (named from their quidditch positions chaser and Beater) had become
the coolest night spot in a matter of months. After a year of owning the club together, they started dating, and now, they
were never apart.
"Yeah, but I really like being there all of the time" George smiled.
"I dont, we never have time for each other any more" Katie pouted, pulling George into a hug.
"I know, I am sorry" George mumbled and captured her lips in a kiss.
"Lets go away for a little while George, the club is doing well, we have the money, lets go on a holiday, just you and me"
Katie smiled.
"Well, how about we make it a special holiday?" George asked.
"What do you mean?" Katie asked, George had that glint in his eyes that he always got when he had an idea. He had that glint
when he suggested opening the club, he had the glint when he first asked her out, and every big idea since he had had that
glint. The glint always made her nervous.
"You know that I love you with all of my heart right?" George asked, Katie nodded.
"Where is this leading baby?" She asked. George took her hand and lead her to the lounge room where he sat her in the couch.
After taking a deep breath, George kneeled in front of her.
"Katie Bell, I have loved you for as long as I can remember, and we have been dating about that long to...I think it is about
time that you change your name to Weasley, so, Miss Bell, do me the honour of being my wife" George rushed through his
proposal and then looked at Katie expectantly.
"Of course I will, I love you George" Katie replied, tears running down her cheeks. George stood and pulled her into a hug,
spinning her around in his arms.
"I love you" He whispered
"I love you to" Katie replied. There ws a tapping at the window, and they turned to see the owl.
"See, people have been expecting it for so long, they have already started to send their congradulations" George joked and
moved to the bird, unrolling the parchment and reading it.
"No" He exclaimed and then collapsed onto the floor.
*****
The other Weasley rolled over in bed and kissed his wife, Penelope.
"Good morning" He smiled
"Hello dear" She replied, not looking away from her book.
"What are you reading now?" Fred asked, looking at the title of the book, 'What to expect when you are expecting'
"It's a muggle book I found at the library" Penelope replied and burried her nose into the book again.
"I am so excited about this" Fred whispered.
"So am I, I can't believe that we are finally having a baby" Penelope smiled and hugged her husband.
"We've been trying long enough" He smiled
"You want to be a daddy?" Penelope asked
"Of course I want to be a daddy, I hope I will make a good Daddy, I know you will be a great Mummy" Fred smiled
"You will be the best Daddy" She smiled and kissed him.
"So, according to this muggle book, when do things begin to happen?" Fred asked
"Things?" Penelpoe questioned
"Oh, you know, when will the kid start kicking? when will it begin to look like you are pregnant? when will we be able to
find out what sex it is?" Fred asked
"Well, I did only find out last week that this baby was going to be born, I am only 5 weeks along, it is still a few more
weeks until things begin to happen" Penelope replied.
"So, do you really think that we are ready for this" Fred asked
"We are ready, we have been ready for a while" Penelope smiled
"This is going to be so much fun, being a family" Fred smiled, laying his head on Penelope's still flat stomach.
"Yeah, Family" Penelope said sadly.
"I know what you are thinking Peny and stop it, It is not your fault that none of the Weasleys talk to each other" Fred told
her.
"It is my fault that you dont talk to Percy any more." Penelope replied
"It is not your fault that you fell out of love with him and in love with me. If he expected to keep you he should have paid
more attention to you" Fred explained
"Yeah, but I still feel really bad about it" Penelope stated.
"Don't, Percy is an idiot. All he cares about was his job" Fred said.
"Do any of your siblings know about the baby?" Penelope asked
"No, I haven't spoken to them in about 8 years." Fred relpied
"You should tell them" Penelope told him
"I'll think about it" Fred dismissed the suggestion. There was a tapping on the bedroom window and Fred growled, standing up
and grabbing the letter from the owls leg.
"What is it?" Penelope asked
"Bad news" Fred replied and wiped the tears from his cheek.
*****
Percy Weasley stood at the counter of his flat, buttering a peice of toast. Two strong hands wrapped them selfs arond his
waist and pulled Percy into a tight hug.
"You must be feeling better, since you got up so early." Oliver Wood said, kissing the back of his lover neck.
"Yeah, I am feeling much better" Percy grinned and continued with his toast. His hand was shaking violently but he was
managing.
"Here, let me do that for you" Oliver smiled and slid his arms down over Percy's, holding his hands steady and helping his
with the buttering.
"I can still do things for myself" Percy smiled weakly, he hated being treated like an invalid.
"Well, I have to help you with things..." Oliver began.
"It is not your fault that I am this way" Percy interupted.
"Yes it is" Oliver whispered sadly, Percy detected tears in his lovers voice.
"No, it's not" Percy said, turning to Oliver and hugging him tightly.
"I can't help but feel guilty" Oliver told Percy.
"This was no ones fault, especially not yours" Percy replied, kissing his cheek.
"I love you Percy" Oliver smiled
"I love you to...now, can we have some breakfast. I am starving" Percy exclaimed.
"Well, increase in appitite, that is a really good sign" Oliver grinned. Percy moved slowly to sit at the table.
"To little to late" Percy whispered to himself, being careful not to let Oliver hear him.
"I heard that Weasley, don't be so negitive" Oliver joked, trying not to make it sound that Percy's defeatest attitude was
getting to him.
"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, just get me my food" Percy joked back. Oliver smiled and brought him his toast.
"There was some mail before...be a darling and read it for me please" Percy asked Oliver who smiled and picked up the mail.
He sorted through it and picked up one letter, after reading it quickly, he turned to Percy
"Umm, there is some bad news."
*****
Bill Weasley sat in his lougne chair and gulped down more of his whiskey. He had been drinking for a while now. His wife,
Sandra, had left him the night before and taken his daughter with her.
She had left, saying that Bill spent to much time at his work, not caring about her or their daughter Melissa. But that was
so not true, Bill loved his wife and child more than any thing. He just had not shown it as well as he should have. He knew
that he had messed up, not all that he had to do was find a way to get his family back.
But a bird at his window interupted his plans. He moved to the window and read the parchment.
"Aww crap" He mumbled and reached for his bottle again. With his other hand he reached for the phone and called the familiar
numbers of his Sandra's mothers house.
*****
Charlie Weasley paced his living room, glancing occasionally at the clock. He was waiting for his daughter, Jet, who had
pulled yet another all night party session. Charlie had been having trouble keeping track of her ever since her mother died
the year before. She would go out all night with god only knows who, and then she would come home and go straight to sleep.
Jet had attended Hogwarts and graduated the year before, just after the death of her mother.
"Charlie, you were waiting up for me" Jet accused as she apparated into the living room.
"Where have you been young lady?" Charlie asked
"I was out" She replied moodily.
"Out where?" Charlie questioned
"Just a club Charlie" Jet replied and moved towards the stairs.
"What club?" Charlie began.
"just this place in Muggle London called 'Chase the Beat'" Jet replied, pulling off her heels and begining up the stairs.
"Stop right there young lady" He exclaimed
"Charlie, stop calling me young lady" Jet replied
"Wait...since when have I been Charlie?" He asked, following her up the stairs.
"Every one calls their parentals by their first names" Jet stated
"but not you" Charlie replied
"Calm it down Charlie, you may blow a gasket" Jet smiled and shut her bedroom door.
"Dont call me Charlie, I am your father, always have been always will be" He yelled throught the closed door.
"What ever Charlie, sleep time" Jet called
"And you are not going out tonight Jet, I want you home here with me" Charlie told her
"What ever" She yelled sleepily
"What ever" He groaned and went back down stairs. There was an owl on the window sill, tapping it's beak against the glass.
Charlie let the bird in and read the parchment, only to turn around and run back up the stairs to his daughtrs room.
*****
In seven different homes across the UK, seven Different Weasley's turned to their loved ones and all said the same thing.
"I have to go back to the burrow, My father has just died"
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters.
A/N: Ok, so I got the idea for this fic while reading 'We were the Molvaneys' It is a kick ass book and I highly recommend it.
Any way, if you have read the book, you will realise that this fic has nothing to do with that story line. but I had a great
idea for this fic.
********************
Ginny Weasley-Malfoy rolled over in bed and ran her hand down the naked chest of her husband, just as she had every morning
for the last five years. Some times she found it hard to believe that she had been married for five whole years. Everyday
felt new to her, every day was a new experience.
"Good Morning beautiful" Her husband, Draco, whispered. Ginny jumped.
"Crap Draco, I thought you were still asleep" Ginny smiled sheepishly and hugged him good morning.
"Well, you know me, I like to watch you sleep" Draco replied and ran his fingers through Ginny's long red hair.
"Draco" She whispered.
"Yeah baby" he replied.
"Tell me how much you love me" Ginny smiled, they had always done that, they had always prompted each other for their feelings.
"I love you so much...tell me how much you love me" He replied
"Oh, you know, little less than yesterday" Ginny joked and then quickly moved out of the bed. Draco picked up the nearest pillow and
began to chase her around the room.
"I am going to make you pay for that Gin" Draco exclaimed playfully as he hit Ginny with it. She had picked up her pillow and
was fighting back, giggling back.
"ok, ok Truce" She managed between giggles.
"Ok, truce" Draco replied and dropped his pillow. Ginny hit him across the face with the pillow that she was still holding.
"I had my fingers crossed" She smiled and then began to run again. Draco chased her across the room and then threw her down
onto the bed, pinning her down with his body.
"But you do love me right?" Draco asked
"All my heart" she replied and kissed him softly. He moaned and then brought his lips to hers again for another kiss. Ginny's
arms wrapped aroung Draco's neck as the kisses became more intense...
Then there was a tapping on the bedroom window, which could only mean one thing.
"Just ignore it" Draco whispered as Ginny turned to look at the owl on the window sill.
"We could, but do you know how freaky it is to have a bird watching you while you are making out with your husband?" She
asked as she wrigged out from under him and headed to the window. She could tell that Draco was disappointed, but it really
was a strange feeling. Damn peeping Tom owls.
She unrolled the parchment and read it quickly. Draco watched as it fell from her hands, hitting the floor before his wife's
first tear.
*****
The door creaked open carefully, the thin line of light shining across the bed. Four year old Tabitha Weasley crept up to
the bed and looked at her sleeping Parents. She grinned and ran her small hand over her fathers bright red hair and the moved
to brush a lock of frizzy brown hair away from her mothers eyes. The little girl rested her head gently on her mothers
pregnant stomach and then looked up at them again. A look of innocence shone in the little girls eyes until...
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy its morning, wake up wake up" Tabitha cried excitedly as she jumped on her fathers chest. Ron
Weasley sat up with a start and held his stomach.
"Tabby, it is to early, you'll wake your mother" Ron whispered sleepily to his daughter who was now jumping on the bed.
"It's ok, I am already awake" Hermione Weasley smiled as she rolled on he side to look at her husband and daughter.
"Hello mummy" Tabby giggled and then continued to jump.
"Tabby, sit down" Hermione mumbled, struggling into a seated position.
"Mummy, When it the new baby going to be here?" Tabitha asked, running her tiny hand across Hermione's largely swollen belly.
"A few more weeks...then you'll have a little brother or sister" Hermione grinned, looking a Ron.
"I hope it's a girl, boys are yucky" Tabitha screwed up her face and Hermione grinned again.
"What about Daddy, He is a boy, is he yucky?" Hermione asked her daughter.
"No, he's daddy" Tabitha laughed and jumped off of the bed, running out of the door.
"What about you? Do you think I am yucky?" Ron asked Hermione.
"Of course not, I think you are sexy" She replied and kissed his cheek.
"Yeah, I'd say the same, but you know, you are kind of fat" Ron joked
"Ronald Weasley, that is not a very nice thing to say to your wife, especially when she is 8 and a half months pregnant with
your second child." Hermione groned as she swung her legs over the side of the bed.
"I know, I am sorry. You look better every time I see you" Ron smiled and hugged ger.
"What, you mean I looked bad when we first met" Hermione questioned, Ron collapsed back onto the bed.
"I should know better than to joke with a smart pregnant lady" He smiled.
"Yeah, I thought that you learnt your lesson after Tabby" Hermione smiled and leaned back into Rons arms.
"I thought that we learnt our lesson not to have any more kids after Tabby...crazy little ball of energy" Ron replied.
"What, you dont want another kid? Well, It's to late now isn't it?" Hermione joked
"I never said that, I just hope to god that this one is a boy, I hate being out numbered in this family" Ron said, his hand
absent mindedly stroking Hermione's belly.
"You know who Tabby reminds me of?" Hermione began softly. Ron nodded, he knew what she was going to say. That some how,
Tabby reminded her of Fred and George. The other Weasley's were hardly even mentioned in their house, all seven of the
Weasley kids had had a number of fights over the years and lost touch.
"Yeah, she reminds me alot of Neville Longbottom to" Ron Joked
"What...no, I meant..." Hermione laughed
"I know, you were going to say the twins, she reminds me of them to" Ron whispered.
"Daddy, Mummy, there is an owl out side for you" Tabby smiled, sticking her head into the room and smiling.
"I'll get it" Ron said, sitting up
"Yeah, you have to, I cant get up" Hermione laughed, struggling to sit again.
*****
The door burst open and two bodies fell through it. One, being a red head, the other with long brown hair.
"You ok Katie?" George Weasley laughed as he helped Katie Bell up off of the floor of their flat.
"I am fine" Katie giggled.
"What time is it?" George asked as they walked hand in hand to the kitchen.
"Morning, we should really find a new manager for the club" Katie replied. Soon after Hogwarts, George and Katie had opened
there own nightclub in muggle London. 'Chase the beat' (named from their quidditch positions chaser and Beater) had become
the coolest night spot in a matter of months. After a year of owning the club together, they started dating, and now, they
were never apart.
"Yeah, but I really like being there all of the time" George smiled.
"I dont, we never have time for each other any more" Katie pouted, pulling George into a hug.
"I know, I am sorry" George mumbled and captured her lips in a kiss.
"Lets go away for a little while George, the club is doing well, we have the money, lets go on a holiday, just you and me"
Katie smiled.
"Well, how about we make it a special holiday?" George asked.
"What do you mean?" Katie asked, George had that glint in his eyes that he always got when he had an idea. He had that glint
when he suggested opening the club, he had the glint when he first asked her out, and every big idea since he had had that
glint. The glint always made her nervous.
"You know that I love you with all of my heart right?" George asked, Katie nodded.
"Where is this leading baby?" She asked. George took her hand and lead her to the lounge room where he sat her in the couch.
After taking a deep breath, George kneeled in front of her.
"Katie Bell, I have loved you for as long as I can remember, and we have been dating about that long to...I think it is about
time that you change your name to Weasley, so, Miss Bell, do me the honour of being my wife" George rushed through his
proposal and then looked at Katie expectantly.
"Of course I will, I love you George" Katie replied, tears running down her cheeks. George stood and pulled her into a hug,
spinning her around in his arms.
"I love you" He whispered
"I love you to" Katie replied. There ws a tapping at the window, and they turned to see the owl.
"See, people have been expecting it for so long, they have already started to send their congradulations" George joked and
moved to the bird, unrolling the parchment and reading it.
"No" He exclaimed and then collapsed onto the floor.
*****
The other Weasley rolled over in bed and kissed his wife, Penelope.
"Good morning" He smiled
"Hello dear" She replied, not looking away from her book.
"What are you reading now?" Fred asked, looking at the title of the book, 'What to expect when you are expecting'
"It's a muggle book I found at the library" Penelope replied and burried her nose into the book again.
"I am so excited about this" Fred whispered.
"So am I, I can't believe that we are finally having a baby" Penelope smiled and hugged her husband.
"We've been trying long enough" He smiled
"You want to be a daddy?" Penelope asked
"Of course I want to be a daddy, I hope I will make a good Daddy, I know you will be a great Mummy" Fred smiled
"You will be the best Daddy" She smiled and kissed him.
"So, according to this muggle book, when do things begin to happen?" Fred asked
"Things?" Penelpoe questioned
"Oh, you know, when will the kid start kicking? when will it begin to look like you are pregnant? when will we be able to
find out what sex it is?" Fred asked
"Well, I did only find out last week that this baby was going to be born, I am only 5 weeks along, it is still a few more
weeks until things begin to happen" Penelope replied.
"So, do you really think that we are ready for this" Fred asked
"We are ready, we have been ready for a while" Penelope smiled
"This is going to be so much fun, being a family" Fred smiled, laying his head on Penelope's still flat stomach.
"Yeah, Family" Penelope said sadly.
"I know what you are thinking Peny and stop it, It is not your fault that none of the Weasleys talk to each other" Fred told
her.
"It is my fault that you dont talk to Percy any more." Penelope replied
"It is not your fault that you fell out of love with him and in love with me. If he expected to keep you he should have paid
more attention to you" Fred explained
"Yeah, but I still feel really bad about it" Penelope stated.
"Don't, Percy is an idiot. All he cares about was his job" Fred said.
"Do any of your siblings know about the baby?" Penelope asked
"No, I haven't spoken to them in about 8 years." Fred relpied
"You should tell them" Penelope told him
"I'll think about it" Fred dismissed the suggestion. There was a tapping on the bedroom window and Fred growled, standing up
and grabbing the letter from the owls leg.
"What is it?" Penelope asked
"Bad news" Fred replied and wiped the tears from his cheek.
*****
Percy Weasley stood at the counter of his flat, buttering a peice of toast. Two strong hands wrapped them selfs arond his
waist and pulled Percy into a tight hug.
"You must be feeling better, since you got up so early." Oliver Wood said, kissing the back of his lover neck.
"Yeah, I am feeling much better" Percy grinned and continued with his toast. His hand was shaking violently but he was
managing.
"Here, let me do that for you" Oliver smiled and slid his arms down over Percy's, holding his hands steady and helping his
with the buttering.
"I can still do things for myself" Percy smiled weakly, he hated being treated like an invalid.
"Well, I have to help you with things..." Oliver began.
"It is not your fault that I am this way" Percy interupted.
"Yes it is" Oliver whispered sadly, Percy detected tears in his lovers voice.
"No, it's not" Percy said, turning to Oliver and hugging him tightly.
"I can't help but feel guilty" Oliver told Percy.
"This was no ones fault, especially not yours" Percy replied, kissing his cheek.
"I love you Percy" Oliver smiled
"I love you to...now, can we have some breakfast. I am starving" Percy exclaimed.
"Well, increase in appitite, that is a really good sign" Oliver grinned. Percy moved slowly to sit at the table.
"To little to late" Percy whispered to himself, being careful not to let Oliver hear him.
"I heard that Weasley, don't be so negitive" Oliver joked, trying not to make it sound that Percy's defeatest attitude was
getting to him.
"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, just get me my food" Percy joked back. Oliver smiled and brought him his toast.
"There was some mail before...be a darling and read it for me please" Percy asked Oliver who smiled and picked up the mail.
He sorted through it and picked up one letter, after reading it quickly, he turned to Percy
"Umm, there is some bad news."
*****
Bill Weasley sat in his lougne chair and gulped down more of his whiskey. He had been drinking for a while now. His wife,
Sandra, had left him the night before and taken his daughter with her.
She had left, saying that Bill spent to much time at his work, not caring about her or their daughter Melissa. But that was
so not true, Bill loved his wife and child more than any thing. He just had not shown it as well as he should have. He knew
that he had messed up, not all that he had to do was find a way to get his family back.
But a bird at his window interupted his plans. He moved to the window and read the parchment.
"Aww crap" He mumbled and reached for his bottle again. With his other hand he reached for the phone and called the familiar
numbers of his Sandra's mothers house.
*****
Charlie Weasley paced his living room, glancing occasionally at the clock. He was waiting for his daughter, Jet, who had
pulled yet another all night party session. Charlie had been having trouble keeping track of her ever since her mother died
the year before. She would go out all night with god only knows who, and then she would come home and go straight to sleep.
Jet had attended Hogwarts and graduated the year before, just after the death of her mother.
"Charlie, you were waiting up for me" Jet accused as she apparated into the living room.
"Where have you been young lady?" Charlie asked
"I was out" She replied moodily.
"Out where?" Charlie questioned
"Just a club Charlie" Jet replied and moved towards the stairs.
"What club?" Charlie began.
"just this place in Muggle London called 'Chase the Beat'" Jet replied, pulling off her heels and begining up the stairs.
"Stop right there young lady" He exclaimed
"Charlie, stop calling me young lady" Jet replied
"Wait...since when have I been Charlie?" He asked, following her up the stairs.
"Every one calls their parentals by their first names" Jet stated
"but not you" Charlie replied
"Calm it down Charlie, you may blow a gasket" Jet smiled and shut her bedroom door.
"Dont call me Charlie, I am your father, always have been always will be" He yelled throught the closed door.
"What ever Charlie, sleep time" Jet called
"And you are not going out tonight Jet, I want you home here with me" Charlie told her
"What ever" She yelled sleepily
"What ever" He groaned and went back down stairs. There was an owl on the window sill, tapping it's beak against the glass.
Charlie let the bird in and read the parchment, only to turn around and run back up the stairs to his daughtrs room.
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In seven different homes across the UK, seven Different Weasley's turned to their loved ones and all said the same thing.
"I have to go back to the burrow, My father has just died"
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