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CAUTION: Will contain mature content and short description of rape
Disclaimer: Of course I do not own Harry Potter nor its world
After the war, the Burrow had become quite lively. Since Fred's death, Charlie and Bill had came back in the house for a year to mourn their brother and to make sure their mother wouldn't make something unreasonable. Percy was still working, but he had come back in the house too, and had been assigned to sleep in the same room as George. Harry had moved there after he had tried to live by himself in the house Sirius had left him but that house was so dark and full of bad memories that the Weasley family had forced him to stay at their home after Harry had a breakdown. Hermione was there since the end of the war, after all she couldn't go back to see her parents since they couldn't remember her. Luna was there too, since her dad had died, as soon as the family heard of it, they invited her in their home as family.
– Harry! Ron! Ginny! George!, called out Hermione quite early in the morning.
Ginny, who had been woken up a bit earlier by the same girl was already near her and just pour herself a bowl of cereal. Harry and Ron came down the stairs shortly after, so tired they seemed drunk. George was to come yet.
– Can't someone go fetch him?, asked Hermione.
– I don't want to, replied Ron with a face. I love him, but being with him is so depressing…
– Ron!
– What, it's true!
– Maybe, replied Hermione in a whisper. But how do you think he would feel if he had heard you?
Harry got up and went to fetch George, only to find him at the top of the stairs. He felt bad for him… George faked a smile to the-one-who-won and moved his head as to say he didn't mind and that he shouldn't say any excuse. George walked down the stairs and Harry followed him with shame.
– We're all here, Mione, said George while taking a seat.
Hermione and Ron, especially Ron, blushed.
– We finally received news about what will happen next school year in the Daily Prophet, explained Hermione.
It had been decided that George would attend his last year he had previously skipped since nobody wanted him alone surrounded by his twin's ghost (way of speaking, as Fred hadn't become a ghost)… especially since George hadn't fought back against the idea.
– Even if Hogwarts' castle will still be under repair at the beginning of the next school year, the director McGonagall assured the school would be functional when students will come in at next September. So there will be school this year as well. It says later that they had many problems but that with the large monetary donation from Harry Potter foundation they have been able to hire enough people to make miracles. They make special efforts to make the castle as full of dreams and promise as before.
Everyone was torn between being happy Hogwarts would be back in no time and being disappointed to have school so soon. Molly, who had been working on a big breakfast for everyone and thus had heard, gave her own opinion of the matter while serving everybody with too big portions.
– This is just what you need. Having nothing to do won't help any of you, she had a little moment of silence anxiously thinking about her two oldest.
Nobody replied her anything and as people kept arriving, Molly served them. Soon enough, all the family was there, including Percy as it was his weekend. Soon enough, Molly began sobbing and excused herself, saying seeing them all on the table, even if a seat was empty, was still a wonderful thing to see. Arthur who didn't wanted this breakdown to affect too much all the others helped his wive to the living room while Charlie pat his younger brother George's shoulder and rised.
– Let's play Quidditch everyone.
As Charlie had proposed, everyone did just that. It was a bit a weird sight to see Hermione on a broom playing as a Beater and being good at it through all the training George had gave her, but it was good for both of them. Percy was playing too, as a chaser, the same as Luna, they weren't really good, but they played with all their might. Charlie and Harry were exchanging their seeker role from time to time, but most of the time, Harry was the seeker, Charlie had been used of playing chaser too, as he had played a lot with his brothers in the past. They weren't really playing a real game, because even if they had all the balls they needed, they were still lacking some player to be completely playable. They were just doing sport until they couldn't stand so they could let out their frustration until the only thing left was a drugged-like infused happiness. The following evening was always full of laughs and of tears.
There was little time left by themselves, they were all sharing rooms too, but they managed and they would be glad by the end of the summer, because they would have managed to survive.