To put it simply, Chase Potter was exhausted. The kind of bone deep, years worth of pain, kind of exhausted that she knew wouldn't go away for a long time. She was still reeling from the Battle of Hogwarts not even a month ago. All she wanted was to go home to her family, to Tony and Steve and Wanda, and sleep for days. But she couldn't, because her family was divided, split apart by some Accords that she just wanted to go away. She hated fighting, she hated war, she hated violence. She couldn't, because she was now Teddy's primary care taker. Little Theodore Remus Lupin, Remus' kid. She winced at the thought of Remus, her last link to her parents after, after Sirius. Remus was dead too, along with his wife, Nymphadora Lupin nee Tonks. So was Colin Creevy, the little photographer that Chase had always been fond of. And Lavender, Seamus, Dobby, Alastor Moody, Cedric, Fred, and so many others. She felt bad for the Weasleys, they were her second family and she was mourning Fred along with them. She had loved Fred dearly, he was like a brother.
But people die in war, it's a hazard, a danger that you have to take into account. There is no such thing as a victimless war. Fuck, even Chase herself had died out there. She remembered it clearly, but what she always focused on was seeing her parents and Sirius. She remembered the conversation with Sirius and the burning need to hug him within an inch of his life when she saw him. But you can't stop death, you can't do anything when they're gone. Yeah, Chase Potter really hated war in all forms.
Still covered in cuts and bruises, reeling from what a full year on the run from Snatchers, Death Eaters, Voldemort, and the Ministry alike, she stopped at the doorway to the Burrow. She hated to do this to the small baby, but she had a family to patch up. And she wasn't exactly not going to be there for him, she just had to take a few months to put her own family back together. She practically lived at the Burrow as it was. So as she settled Teddy's things into her and Hermione's room, Percy's old room, she smiled sadly. She reached down into the crib, ignoring Hermione's curious gaze, and gently stroked the pad of her thumb across Teddy's cheek.
"We'll be okay. I've got one more thing to do before we can go home. Hermione will take good care of you when I'm not here."
She took her hand back, kissing his head and walking out of the room with her bag over her shoulder. She stopped in front of Fred and George's room. George's room. Opening the door, she smiled sadly at George. He got up from the end of the bed and wrapped her in his arms.
"I'll be back in a week to check up on things." She murmured as she pulled away from the hug.
George nodded, and she could see the pain in his eyes. She smiled at him before leaving the second floor completely. Molly hugged her until she was sure that the crack that was heard was one of her ribs breaking. Molly fussed and apologized as she sent Chase off with a kiss. Arthur hugged her, and for a fleeting moment, just a moment, she felt absolutely safe. She pulled away, walking over to Ron.
He smiled grimly at her, "Don't you go get caught by any of the remaining Snatchers again," he said, "We can only save your ass so many times."
She have a teary laugh, "I can't promise that. We don't know where they've fucked off to but i'll try." Ron hugged her tightly and she smiled. This time, she left the Burrow with a smile on her face.