PROLOGUE
The Weasleys, all except George, were sat around the kitchen table. At each end was Mrs Weasley and Mr Weasley, and perched on a kitchen counter, with her bushy hair spilling over his shoulder, were Hermione and Harry.
The room had an eerie sense of summer silence, a wan relief that held the room. Even Charlie was there, head in hands as he listened to the rhythmic sound of breathing. Percy appeared irregularly, immersing himself in work to avoid the grief and guilt he felt for his role in Fred's death.
It had been a long month. After the Last Battle, their lives had fallen back to earth with a welcome, albeit painful, bump. Kingsley Shacklebolt had been declared Minister for Magic and with his calm, organised mind at the helm, bit by tired bit the Wizarding World was pulling itself out of the murky depths it had so easily plummeted into.
The Weasleys (and needless to say Harry and Hermione) had retreated into their own world, a world in Ottery St. Catchpole. A world without gunpowder smells, without scavenged mushrooms. A world where Hogwarts was continents away, where nobody could reach them; and eventually nobody tried.
So many conversations were left unspoken. Mcgonagall had not even tried to rope them into the hasty rebuild programme. Nobody had questioned Bill when he stopped bringing Fleur to the family home with him. Nobody had mentioned education, the looming awards, and the badly written newspaper interviews. Nobody had mentioned funerals. Nobody had mentioned Ginny to Harry, nor Ron to Hermione. Nobody asked Lee and Verity to open up the shop again, but they did regardless.
No, time was hung in balance amongst the thoughts of the family. Hermione and Mrs Weasley quietly pulled the family out the mug for meals, funerals for those who had been lost. They were all one another's string that bound life for the moment. But life could not wait forever, and to Hermione it began again that quiet afternoon.
Hello! Thank you for clicking on this little story! I've worked hard on it and I hope you enjoy what is here - be that the whole thing or merely what I've written so far.
Before we begin a few things to get out of the way:
Thank-you to my 'muse' (ironic quote marks of course), EdgeLord101. She has a theory, for those of you who care, that our lives are like a little beam of light and each decision we make switches our tracks onto a new wire if you have it. That's where the idea for this came from - what if all our beloved characters made different choices? What an ending we could have.
Leading me on to my Disclaimer, which applies to everything from here on in : I do not own any of this, the characters, the settings, nothing. I make no profit, nor claim to own any of it. All the rights belong to J. and affiliated parties.
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