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Chapter 2: The Weasley's

"Bloody hell," Ginny exclaimed as she raced to catch her falling wife. Willow hit the floor before Ginny could get to her, causing a loud thud. Thankfully, her head missed the bedside table. "Oh god. What happened? Why'd she faint?" Ginny asked frantically.

"Probably just from the shock of learning you were her wife," Hermione explained rationally. "She must not remember anything from last night either."

"Well can you help her?"

"Yes. Just try and wake her up. I have a pepperup potion in my bag. I'll go get it."

Harry and Ron were standing on the other side of the door when Hermione opened. "No time," she said, as she pushed passed them, leaving the door opened behind them. Ron and Harry watched Hermione walk away with concern and confusion, which was amplified when they turned back to the room. Ginny had a strange girl's head cradled in her lap, and she was gently tapping her face.

Concerned for his sister promted Ron to move first. "Are you alright. We heard a thud and came to see what had happened. Who is this?"

"I'm fine Ronald," Ginny said irritably. She was touched by his concern, but was annoyed by his presence. She was barely able to keep it together as it was, having Ron knowing what was going on was going to complicate things. "She's a friend. We drank too much last night and she's faint from exhaustion. Hermione went to get a pepperup potion, so she'll be fine in a little while."

"You seem fine," Harry pointed out.

"I've been up for a while. Hermione's already given me a hangover potion," Ginny said. She started tapping her a little harder than before. "Come on Willow, wake up."

Hermione rushed back into the room, holding several small bottles in her hands. "I figured she would still be out, so I grabbed a bottle of my bath salts. Muggle's use them to wake a person up if they've passed out. I hope lavender will helped." She opened the bottle with little purple rocks in it and handed it to Ginny. "I also checked to see if she could take the pepperup potion with the hangover potion. It seems that should be fine."

Ginny looked at the bottle unsure if what she was supposed to do. It seem illogical to feed these to the woman, but muggles were confusing to her. Hermione one told her that when she was home, if she was sick or had a headache her mother would force her to take medicine that was made from chemicals, and that if you took too much of these chemicals then you could die. So muggles may very well eat these bath salts.

Hermione realized that Ginny probably didn't know what to do with the bath salts. "Sorry," She said. "Wave it under her nose. The smell is what arouses a person when they've passed out.

"Oh. That makes more sense then what I was thinking," Ginny said. She wave the salts under Willow's nose, and was pleasantly surprised to see it working.

Willow groaned. She peeked her eyes open, and then groaned again. She had hoped it was a dream, or perhaps she was still in the dessert doing her spirit with Giles. She closed her eyes, and opened them again. Nope definitely not a dream. "What happened?"

"You fainted," Hermione answered, and handed Willow the remaining two bottles. "Drink these. They will make you feel better."

Willow looked at the bottles and then looked up at Hermione. "I'm sorry if this sounds rude, but we only just met. How do I know this isn't some kind of poison?"

"If we wanted to kill you, you would already be dead," Harry said. "Hermione is only trying to help you, but since it is smart not to trust strangers…" Harry paused and took the bottle from Willow. "I'll give them a taste for you." He uncorked the first bottle and took a small sip, and repeated the process with the second bottle. "See, nothing to fear. Unless of course you want to keep feeling like shite."

Willow looked skeptical for a moment before taking the bottles from Harry, and gulping them down. "What are they?"

Ginny giggled. "You were supposed to ask that before you drank them, not after."

"Mr. Short, Scrawny, and British made it very clear that they wouldn't hurt me. I just want to know how they help me. I feel better already."

"It's a pepperup potion and a potion to cure a hangover," Hermione explained.

With Ginny's help, Willow stood up. "Thank you. I feel better. Do you have a potion that will give me back my memories, because I seemed to have misplaced the memory of me getting married last night? I'd really like that one back."

"It's not that spectacular," Ginny mumbled.

Harry and Ron were looking back and forth between Willow and Ginny curiously. Harry noted the rings on each other's hands, but Ron seemed a bit clueless. "If you got married last night then why aren't you with your husband instead of being in my sister's room?"

"Ron, I think she is with the person she married," Harry said.

"What, you married her last night? Bloody hell mate. I thought we were best friends. Why did you get married without me there?"

"I didn't marry her last night," Harry exclaimed. "Sometimes you are very daft. Look at the rings mate."

Ron followed in the direction his friend was pointing at. Ginny, being a very attentive person, had her left hand on Willow's shoulder with her right arm wrapped around her back. She was ready to catch her new wife if she decided she was going to faint again. Willow had her left hand resting on Ginny's left wrist. The golden rings shown so brightly in the sun that even Ron couldn't miss them this time. "Bloody hell," he said. His eyes shifted back and forth between the two girls. "But…but," he sputtered before finally spitting out, "But she's a girl."

"Wow, Ronald, great observation," Ginny said sarcastically.

"But you're not gay," Ron said in his defense.

Ginny sighed, "Yes Ronald, I am."

"But what about all those blokes you dated? Dean was going around telling everybody you two shagged, bloody git. I gave him a right good one when I heard that."

"Dean and I never shagged. Snogged a bit, but I never let him get that far," Ginny said.

"What about Harry? He's a gentleman. He would never have told me something like that."

"We never did it mate," Harry said. "We weren't together long enough to get to that point."

"So they were what. What the muggle term? Beards, that's it. They were your beards?"

"No, I just didn't realize I was gay until last year. You all were off on your horcrux search, and I got a little lonely. Half my year was kept home, and Luna was really nice to me."

"Luna?" Ron yelled. "Looney? You had sex with Looney."

"Not that it is any of your business Ronald, no I did not have sex with LUNA," Ginny said calmly, but emphasized Luna's name for good measure. "I was a virgin until last night."

"Awe really?" Willow ask quietly. Ginny nodded her head. "Dang, now I really wish I remember last night."

"Me too."

"WHAT?" Ron yelled. "You got married last night, and you don't even remember doing it." Ginny glared at Ron. He through is hand up in the air, and said, "Whatever mate. Mum's going to kill you though." He paled visibly. "Mum's going to kill me for letting this happen. Bloody hell woman. What did you get us into?"

"Hey, I'm not to blame for mum's actions," Ginny said.

"Speaking of Mrs. Weasley," Hermione interrupted. "We need to go find George and Charlie and get ready for the portkey. Otherwise Mrs. Weasley will kill us all."

"Good point," Rom said. "Charlie was in his room the last I checked, and George was down in the pub eating."

"Okay we have twenty minutes until the portkey leaves. Can you get them, and bring them here. And get your stuff too."

Ron and Harry nodded, and went on their missions, both fearing the wrath of Molly Weasley to argue with the brunette.

"What's a portkey?" Willow asked.

"It is something that has been magicked to teleport us at a specific time, to a specific place. In this case it is potions book, and it's taking us to the Burrow."

"So you are witches?" Willow asked.

"Yes. We are wand witches," Ginny said. "Speaking of wands, Hermione can you accio mine please?"

"Hermione pulled her wand for of her pocket, and summoned it. A few second later the wand zoomed out from underneath the bed and into Hermione's hand. "Here you go. You better pack quickly.

"That was really cool," Willow said in awe.

"I suppose it is cool to somebody who has never seen wand magic before. Personally I thing being able to use magic without a wand like you can is cool."

"How did you know I can do magic?"

"We saw it in the pensieve," Ginny said. "We'll explain more to you when we get back to England."

"I can't go to England," Willow said. "Giles is probably already freaking out. He's probably already called Buffy to go on a demon hunt, because I went missing. He won't be too happy if he finds out I disappeared to his home land."

"Um. I didn't understand half of what you said. Look we can't really separate. We need to figure out what we are going to do, and that can only happen if we are together, in England, with my family who knows Wizarding Laws."

"I can't just up and leave. I'm only seventeen," Willow said.

"Oh, no," Hermione said.

"What?" Ginny asked confused. "She the same age as me. Why does that matter."

"Because in the muggle world you don't become an adult until you turn eighteen. If we take her to England, then we would be essentially kidnapping her."

"But she's my wife. Doesn't that make her a part of the Wizarding community now?"

"I don't know all of the laws yet," Hermione said.

"Then what are we going to do? I can't leave her here by herself. I may not know a lot of the laws by I do know that is considered abandonment. I don't want to go to Azkaban."

"You wouldn't be abandoning me. The marriage probably isn't even legal. Gay marriage is illegal in America," Willow said.

"But it is legal in the Wizarding world," Hermione said.

"Oh. Well that's nice. We've only been married for a few hours. We can just get the marriage annulled and go on our non-married ways."

"We have to be married and live together as a married couple for at least three years before we can get divorced," Ginny said. "If I leave you here, then I will essentially be abandoning you. There are spells that detect that kind of thing, or so I've been told."

"The spells exist. They also detect if you aren't full filling your wifely duty. You have to give the marriage an honest go, or Azkaban it is."

"Wow. I though our laws were strict and controlling," Willow said.

"Most of our laws aren't too bad, and the one that are to controlling are being changed. In the Wizarding world marriage is something that should be taken lightly, and is most sacred. During King Henry the eighth's rein, Divorce became popular in the Wizarding world. For many decades, if a witch didn't give birth to a boy, then she was deemed unworthy, and the man would divorce her on the spot. This trend continued until about a hundred years ago, when the law was enacted. Basically to give the couple enough time to either fall in love or give the opportunity to have a boy. Girls became more covenant in later years for reasons unknown, but I think it's just because we're awesome. Spells and wards are placed upon the couple when they get married to make sure they are fulfilling their obligations as a married couple. If either of you were to leave the other for anything other than a long business trip or war then a signal will be sent to the Ministry, same as if one of you move out. It's all very complicated and sure Mrs. Weasley can tell you more when we get to England. Which you can't do at the moment."

Hermione looked at her watch. "We have ten minutes. As soon as the boys get here we are going to get ready. I'll explain it to you parents when I get there. They will know what to do. For now, Willow, I suggest going home. It will be at least a day before they get the clearance for another portkey, and I don't think you can go through a floo internationally. So it's either broom, apparition, or waiting for the portkey. Where do you live?"

"Sunnydale, California," Willow said.

"Okay. I'll send them there then." Just as Hermione finished talking all four of the boys walked in with their luggage in tow. Hermione pulled out her potions book, and then shrunk everybody's bags. Everyone touched the book in a few minutes later they were gone.


Molly Weasley sat anxiously next to her husband awaiting the return of her children, Harry and Hermione included. She had been in a fret for days, worrying about them being in American. She never should have let them go. It was too soon to let them back into the world. They had just lost Fred, for crying out loud. It was simply too soon. She had this gut feeling that something was wrong.

The clock on the end table chime six. Molly stood up anxiously and waited for her children to appear. A few seconds later, five figures appeared in her living room. She quickly glanced over her kids, looking for a visible signs of injury. When she got to the end of the line, her heart stopped. "Where's Ginny?"

Three out of the five children looked guilty, and shifted amongst themselves. "She stay behind," Harry said bravely.

"And why did she stay behind?"

Ron stuttered. "She kind of…um…"

"Oh for heaven's sakes. Ginny went and got married last night to an underage, somewhat muggle last night," Hermione spit out.

Everybody was silent as they waited for Molly to react. The look on her face was unreadable, which scared her children. Her reaction was not what they had been expecting though. She threw her head back and let out a full belly laugh. "That's a good one Hermione. I didn't realize you were such a comedian."

Hermione looked back and forth to the Weasley boys and Harry, silently asking for help. Not receiving any, she said, "I'm not joking Mrs. Weasley. She really did get married last night."

Molly sobered, and her laughter trailed of at the looks Harry and Ron were giving her. "She did WHAT?"

Everybody (including Mr. Weasley) shrunk back at that. Mrs. Weasley started turning bright red, and if they didn't know any better they would think she was about to explode. She did explode, just not in the way they were expecting. A blast of magical energy surged off of her knocking everybody off their feet. "How could you let this happen?" She yelled, and then immediately started to cry. "My baby's got married without me there, and now she's all alone in a strange country with a muggle man. He could be an axe murderer, or a rapist, or a…a…a… wizard hater who steals my baby away. She isn't even out of school yet. He can't take my baby away…He can't…He…"

"Is a she," Ron said loudly, and without thinking.

"What?" Molly asked stunned.

"Ronald," Hermione scolded.

"What? She's going nutter thinking Ginny's with some nutter. Willow seemed harmless."

"Willow?" Molly said through tears. "Ginny married a girl, and her name is Willow?"

"Wait, that who that girl was?" Charlie asked. "That's why you forced us to leave Ginny behind?"

Hermione nodded her head. "She had no choice but to stay. Willow isn't legally an adult in the muggle world. I promise you, if we would have had more time before the portkey left, we would have figured out a way."

"Of course my dear," Arthur said. "We know the laws regarding marriage, and I understand the position you were in. Molly and I will go to American and meet this girl's family, and explain to them our laws."

"Arthur. You must go to the Ministry, and acquire a portkey at once," Molly said.

"Yes dear," Arthur said. "In a moment. Where will Ginny be?

"Sunnydale, California," Hermione answered.

"Very well. I will return in a little while," said Arthur, just before he disappeared into the floo.

"Ginny can take care of herself Mrs. Weasley. She's allowed to use magic now. So if somebody does try and do something to her, she can defend herself," Hermione said.

"I know dear. I just worry. I don't want anything to happen to any of you," Molly said, and then turned toward her children and began fussing over them. All of them looked far too thin for her liking, and she had the over whelming urge to fix that. She made a big lunch for them and force them all to stay and eat. Though they had only been gone a week, it felt like a lifetime to her. Loosing Fred had made her ever worrisome mind work on overdrive.

After the Battle at Hogwarts, all of the children had returned to the Burrow, including Harry and Hermione. Everybody felt the need to be close to home and with their family. Harry, Ron, and Ginny had been the first to return back to the Burrow. They returned home the day after the battle was over.

George had been the next to return home. He showed up in the living room a few days after the battle. Drunk as a skunk, and bawling his eyes out. His grief over losing his twin was too much for him to take alone. What do you do when you lose the person who has been your best friend since birth?

Percy arrived home the night of Fred's funeral. Images of Fred dying, and the guilt he felt for abandoning his family prompted his return. For days after he returned home he cried, and repeatedly apologized to everyone.

Charlie, Bill, and Fleur arrived a few days after Fred's funeral. Each feigning that they just wanted to be close to home, but in reality they knew their parents needed them close. They were hurt by the loose of their brother, but their grief was manageable.

Hermione was the last to arrive at the Burrow. She had skipped away to Australia the day after the battle to get her parents. She returned sullen, angry, and sad. Once they had their memories returned and learned what their daughter did they wanted nothing to do with her. In truth, they had barely supported her going to Hogwarts and being a witch. That was the reason Hermione only went home to see her parents briefly on the holidays, and when she was home, she spent most of her time with her Uncle and cousins. She loved her parents dearly, and never wanted anything bad to happen to them. Which is why she did what she did. To keep them safe. They just didn't see it that way. The Weasley's opened their home and heart to Hermione readily. To them, she had always been part of their family.

Bill and Fleur only stayed a few weeks before returning to Shell's Cottage. They wanted to get back to their lives, and start their family together. Percy follow a few weeks after they left. He told them it was because of his Ministry duties, but really it was because being around his family only made his guilt and anguish worse. Charlie actually decided that he was going to take a year off from dragon training to work on his personal life. Mostly because he was enjoying being home. George decided to stay at home because being around them made the pain of missing Fred less. He reopened the joke shop, but it wasn't the same without Fred. He couldn't be there all day, with reminders of him everywhere and then go home to their empty flat as well. It was too overwhelming to take.

It had taken George, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny weeks to get Molly to agree to let them go, and she only did when they asked Charlie is they would accompany them. She couldn't stop, Ron, Harry, and Hermione from going but Ginny had yet to turn seventeen. With Molly's overactive worrying, it took a lot to convince her. Hermione, Ron, and Harry were wondering if Molly would even let them get on the Hogwarts Express on September First, or if she was going to stop them somehow. They did know that Ginny was going to get an ear full when Molly got to American. They felt sorry for Ginny, right up until Molly sat them all down and lectured them for two hours about responsibility.