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Yay! A new story! I'm sooooo excited!! lol

mmk, some changes have been made because i just cant believe how, even when i proofread, there are a billion spelling mistakes, just work with me here, mmk ppl?

Enjoy the story!!!

Arthur Weasley sank into the chair. To brown bags rolled lazily at his feet. "How was work?" Molly, his wife, asked him hesitantly. Hermonie sat at the other end of the table, rocking a sleeping one-year-old. Arthur sighed. "Not good. It's becoming harder and harder to get food. And now they want to start taxing for every person in the house hold that isn't pureblood. His eyes flashed to his daughter-in-law apoplectically.

Hermonie clenched her teeth but nodded. This was only to be expected. The Dark Lords' power was growing and so was his influence. The purebloods (the evil ones in any case) had more power than ever and were showing it.

Molly clucked her tongue at the news. "Barbaric. This is simply barbaric. Are these people even human?"

"Yes, they're just evil." Hermonie observed.

"I brought food." Arthur offered, trying to lighten the conversation. He bent over to pick up the bags. For a split second, Molly's mouth tightened, but she quickly offered a thankful smile. Hermonie soon voiced her worries.

"This won't feed thirteen people." She murmured. Along with all the normal Weasleys, there were additional people staying. As normal, Harry. Bill and Charlie moved back home because of the danger (at Molly's constant badgering). Plus, Fred's wife Sophia and George's wife Delia. And the newest addition to the family: one-year-old Nora.

"But I'm sure we'll think of something." She added quickly at the worried look on Molly's face. "Where is everyone?" Arthur inquired, trying once more to get off the exhausting and grim subject. "Ron, George, Fred, Bill, and Charlie are all still at work," Molly began, ticking them off on her fingers. "Harry's…well, you know." She reminded vaguely.

Harry only jointed the family once a week, if he could. He had to stay clear of the Death Eaters. "Delia and Sophia are upstairs resting at my insistence. Ginny's with them I suppose." Both women were pregnant, Sam at two months and Delia at four, and both were expecting twins. "And little Nora kept having nightmares during her nap and wouldn't stay away from her mommy!" Molly said fondly.

Nora had been frail and pale since she was a baby but this didn't stifle Molly's love for her grand daughter.

The clock sounded and Molly glanced at it. Ron and Charlie switched from Work to Home. A smile came to Hermone's face as soon as she heard Ron's voice. "Mom? Hermonie? Anyone home?" She quickly and gently handed Nora to Molly and went to greet her new wed husband.

Charlie walked in to the kitchen, rolling his eyes, clearly indicating his brother was having a moment in the family room.

They walked hand and hand into the kitchen. "Where's Ginny?" He growled. "Shh!" His mother hushed him. Nora stirred but kept sleeping. Glancing fondly at his daughter, he lowered his voice.

"Have you seen Ginny? Is she home yet?" Molly frowned

"Of course she's home. She's been home all day. What are you talking about?" Charlie shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He was never one to get his baby sister in trouble. Molly's eyes narrowed. "Charles? Ronald? What's going on?"

"I'll tell her." Charlie offered. He dove into the story.

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A little while earlier…

Ginny was glad to be away from home for a while. The depressing state of the world around was hitting home hard. Everyone was tense and nervous, with good reason.

She browsed around the shops, knowing she couldn't buy anything when she spotted it. The most perfect little doll.

It had a china face with light brown freckles that stood out and red straight hair tied in a red bow. It was wearing red dress robes with frilly little lace around it. The doll's eyes were a startling blue and she blink and smiled at every one that passed, sometimes waving. The doll beamed at Ginny.

She thought of Nora.

Every bone in her body wished she could get that for her niece. The little girl didn't have enough toys. She didn't really have any toys if one didn't count the ones everyone made for her. In times like this, it was near impossible to afford them for the girl. Sighing, she turned to walk away and immediately bumped into some one.

Draco Malfoy.

"Miss Weasley." He lightly tipped the hat on his head. Ginny almost responded in anger to her childhood enemy but she calmed herself down. As long as he was pleasant, she would be too. Besides, they were adults now. "Mr. Malfoy." She nodded back.

He smiled and jerked his head toward the display case. "Planning on getting that for someone?" She shook her head.

"No, just wishful thinking. It'd be perfect for my niece but…" She shrugged.

"Hmm…" He murmured, gazing at it. He turned his attention back to her, clearly about to say something, when someone interrupted him.

"Ginny!? What are you doing here?"

Ron.

"Gotta go!" Ginny disapperated.

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The clock chimed and Ginny moved to Home. The family listened as someone burst thought the door. "Mom! Mom? Is Ron–"

She trailed off when she got into the kitchen. She cleared her throat.

"Oh."

mmk, i hope you like the story so far!

Btw: the thirteen people in all are: Molly, Arthur, Charlie, Bill, Fred, George, Sophia, Delia, Ron, Hermonie, Nora, Ginny, and ocassionally Harry.

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