A/N: This is my first HP Fanfic. I intend to stay in canon as much as possible and am aiming to include all major characters. There will not be any slash, or ships, and this story will also focus on Hogwarts recovery and changes after the events of The Deathly Hallows.

All characters and settings in this story are the property of JK Rowling. I am just borrowing them.

Three years and a few months after the Battle of Hogwarts and the destruction of Lord Voldemort, Molly and Arthur Weasely sat at their kitchen table. Arthur was reading the Daily Prophet, and Molly was straining to read the front page as Minerva McGonagall dominated half of the page.

Neither husband nor wife would admit it, but the house was entirely too quiet. All their kids were grown and moved out. The two were slowly realizing that they need company in the house with them. Although neither would confess it to the other.

Wanting the annoying silence to end, Molly spoke. "Did Patrick say what he wanted to talk to us about?"

Arthur glanced up from his newspaper and looked at his wife. He spoke in a loving way with no hint of annoyance, "Didn't you just ask me that last night? No, he just said that he wanted to talk to us together."

Molly just wanted to end the silence so she lied. "I must have been tired and forgot."

Arthur flashed a small smile and returned to his paper after saying, "That's alright honey."

All went quiet again and the two continued what they were doing before.

After five minutes Arthur couldn't take it anymore. He placed the Prophet, on the table in front of him. "I wonder what the Muggle's are building now. I saw just yesterday that they've cleared enough land to build a Quidditch pitch."

Molly sighed and finished off her tea. She'd rather have the silence than Arthur's talk of Muggles.

She stood up and made her way to the sink where she began watching her plate, knife, and fork by hand.

The absence of kids has greatly lessened her need for household chores. She decided that she likes doing chores without magic now, because it's a way to pass the time when time seems to drag on as if it's jinxed.

Molly glanced out the window. "I have no problem with the Muggles themselves, Arthur, but it's getting harder and harder to conceal ourselves. There's a lady down the road, I'm sure she's getting suspicious of our Owls."

Arthur stood up and joined his wife. He started washing his own plate and utensils by hand. "They're nearly finished with that school. I expect it'll be open for the next school year."

Molly looked up at her husband. "What do you care if the school will open? We have no kids in school."

Arthur took a clean rang and started to dry his fork. "Haven't you ever wondered what the Muggles teach their kids after they turn eleven?"

Molly was ready to answer but before she did a man appeared in the fireplace. The Weasely's guest had arrived.

"Good morning, Patrick. Have you had breakfast today?" Molly asked, enjoying a chance to break the silence and dote on someone else for a change.

Patrick took a seat next to Arthur. "No thank you, Molly. I ate earlier. I wouldn't mind tea though."

Molly happily lifted the kettle and poured the sweet liquid in two mugs. One for Patrick and the other for her. Arthur's mug was more than half way full.

When she was done she placed the two mugs on the table and joined the men.

"So what was it you wanted to speak to us about?" Arthur asked with a tone that reminded Molly of the way he'd speak in a meeting of the Order of The Phoenix.

Patrick spoke with his arms folded on the table. He leaned in to get closer to the Weasely's. They sensed the importance of what he was about to say.

"I don't know how to say this, what I'm here to ask you is very imposing but those of us concerned feel it's important." Patrick paused but the look on Molly and Arthurs face told him to go on.

He sighed and continued talking. "In the US there is a young witch with an extraordinary power over magic. She has the ability to make herself invisible, and she hasn't even a wand. She is an orphan living in a center run by witches and wizards. It's become clear to them that she needs the care of experienced witches and wizards who can give her the attention that she needs."

Molly listened very interested. When Patrick paused she took a chance and asked a question, "If you're asking us does that mean there is no one in America who can take her in?"

Patrick nodded. "Well it's more complicated than that. The Magical Congress has informed my department at the Ministry that, though they have no proof, they believe this girl's mother and father were Death Eaters."

Molly and Arthur went wide eyed at this revelation, although it shouldn't be that surprising. Death Eaters have kids too.

"They haven't proof? Why do they suspect then?" Arthur asked.

"American aurors are tracking Dark wizards in their country just as we are, and the events and circumstances surrounding the child match what they know about two very loyal Death Eaters. Specifically, the child has been marked. I'm told that from afar it looks like a tattoo, but upon closer examination it looks as though it was drawn on and colored. It does not fade, or rub off. It's protected by magic and cannot be seen by Muggles."

Molly could not help but grab Arthur's hands as she asked in a whisper, "The Dark Mark?"

Patrick shook his head no. "No, it's not the Dark Mark. It's a green shield with a black snake. I believe its Slytherin House's emblem on Hogwarts shield."

Arthur reviewed all this information in his head and spoke again. "If these Death Eaters went to Hogwarts, why bring this child here?"

Patrick shifted in his seat. "The Magical Congress has placed magical boundaries on America's borders. They prevent anyone with the Dark Mark from passing through them, so it is impossible for them to leave the country. Canada has done the same."

Patrick shifted again and continued, "But that isn't the only reason. The witches and wizards caring for her have not been able to find a family able to take this young witch in. There are volunteers of course. Many of them. But none that could care for her properly."

Molly nodded in understanding. "Are you asking us if we'll take her in?"

Patrick suddenly felt very embarrassed. He looked away from both sets of eyes. "I am."

Molly and Arthur looked as each other, and started talking.

Thoroughly embarrassed and ashamed, Patrick asked if he could use the bathroom and disappeared.

Once he was gone, Molly and Arthur began a serious discussion.

"Well what do you think, Molly?"

"I don't know Arthur. She's the daughter of Death Eaters!"

Arthur shifted his chair so he had his wife in his direct line of sight. "But she needs people to care for her, people like us. And she is an orphan. So even if she is the daughter of Death Eaters, she won't be like them."

Molly held her hands in her lap and looked down at them. Patrick reappeared.

"You don't have to make your decision now, and please do not feel as though you have to say yes. You and the rest of your family have already sacrificed and done enough for the Ministry, I wouldn't ask you at all but my boss told me I had too. Kingsley was against it but my boss managed to convince him that you should be asked first."

Molly and Arthur were standing now. "Well I should be going now. I've promised my son I would play keeper for him so he could practice Chasing."

Molly and Arthur said their goodbye's and they were alone again.

Molly took Patrick's empty mug and went to the sink again. Arthur leaned against the counter with his back to the cabinets, knowing their conversation wasn't over.

Molly spoke first this time. "Let's say we did take this child in? What if it turned out there was no doubt that she is the offspring of Death Eaters and she's horrible?"

Arthur sighed. That was a good question but he didn't want to think about that. He turned so his back was no longer at the cabinets.

Molly was finished with mug now and turned to so she was facing him.

"What If we took her in and she's nothing like her Death Eater parents?"

Molly glanced out the window to gather her thoughts and then looked straight in her husband's eyes. "It would end this bleeding silence."

Arthur knew that meant she was saying she agreed. He took Molly's hand and kissed it gently above her wedding ring.

Once he released her, Molly glanced at the hugs clock with a hand for every Weasely. She smiled to see that everyone was at work, except Ginny whose hand pointed to Quidditch. A year ago she had added a hand for Harry, Hermione, and Fleur, wondering why she had never thought to do it before.

"I just realized something! We don't even know this girls name.!"