The twin hadn't said a thing since they left the family of the Malfoy boy. She wondered where they were going she guessed it was bed cause that where everyone else was going.

"I'm Callia, by the way." She said hoping to talk about something with him. He simple say

"George"

"Hi, George, so crazy night huh?" after she said it, she decided this was probably in bad taste, she was always putting her foot in her mouth. Silenced returned after this, eventually they reached a portrait of a fat a lady George nodded to her and the whole thing swung off the wall reveling an opening. George looked at her, after a moment she realized that he expected her to go through first. She jumped and climbed through the portrait followed by George. She looked around and saw a couple groups of people one of them all looked at her, it was the red haired family. George walked over to them and looked expectantly at you, he though you would join them, so you did.

"Hello everyone I'm Callia" she said hoping to get the eye's off of her.

They were sad eyes filled with longing and loss. The mother was the first to speak. She introduced every person in the family and then went on to say,

"Ron and Hermione should be back with Harry soon." She said it to the group, Callia wasn't altogether sure who they were, she knew who Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley were, but were theses the same people?

George had taken a set in a big cushy chair. A couch, a loveseat and a chair were filled with red haired people, they can't all be in the same family there were like ten of them, ok seven. In the middle of this thought George motioned her over. He wanted her to sit on the arm of the chair. So they waited for what seemed like, and could easily been, an hour until three people came in.

"Ron, Hermione, Harry!" the mother had gotten up and had hugged all three of them. Then proceeded to introduce them to Callia. It was the Harry Potter.

"Ron, Hermione, Harry this is Callia"

"Hello" she waved, she wondered what kind of idiot would wave, they waved back. The mother, Molly was her name, and then started to cry,

"I'm just so proud of you all and Harry to defeated he-…" she said more stuff but it was hard to understand. Her husband Arthur began to comfort her. No one else seemed able to speak. They were sobbing at any given time. So when Molly became calm she began again.

"And Callia, she gave us our last good bye with…with" she started crying again. It was rather awkward. Callia couldn't handle the emotion, she felt like she was intruding the rest of the family was sobbing off and on.

"You know it's rather late and I have to wake up early tomorrow so if some one could point me in the direction of a bed."

George got up, and led her up some stairs. They reached a round room decorated with red and gold, with five beds in it. Callia sat on one and George sat next to her.

"You don't have to go, you can stay with me, and my family." There was a pause. He sounded sad but had been one of the only people not crying at all. She found this weird since it was his twin who died.

"Your family doesn't need me around and I wouldn't know what I'd do, I don't want to be a burden." You hoped that was a sufficient answer.

He glanced at you, his eye's were deep, jaded and burden with loss but behind that she could tell that once he was devil-me care, happy-go lucky. She wondered if he would ever regain the life he had had before the war although she knew he could never regain his brother. George got up and went to the neighboring bed, soon he was asleep, Callia soon followed suit.