A/N - I am not J K Rowling, so I do not own anything. I altered a few details to make a better story. This is my first fan fiction, so please don't flame TOO hard. Thank you for reading this! Also, let's just say Charlie flooed there.

She walked into the room, and knew nothing would be the same when she saw her little boy grasping at his twin "Hey Fred, come back to –"he didn't finish his sentence as he burst into tears. She ran over to him, and hugged him as tight as she could. And then it struck her. She no longer had seven kids. She only had six. She found that she was now crying too. Her husband, her dear Arthur, ran up and hugged her from behind. Ginny came over, dragging Ron, while a little ways behind her Hermione and Harry followed. They joined too, followed by Bill, and then Charlie as he had rushed to the battle as soon as he had heard what was happening. Soon it was a mess of arms and warmth, and George let out a statement, muffled by the warm bodies. "You're squishing me." Everyone loosened their grip slightly, but no one let go. And then, she saw a sight she thought she would never see again. Percy, smiling, walking towards them, arms tentatively outstretched. "Can I-"With that, she pulled her son into the mass and George made another comment "Percy the prat finally learned the errors of his ways?" They all laughed at this, even her. She realized that, within moments, she had both lost a son and gained one.