Note: The contents of the following story are my own original work. The characters, trademarks and associated brands you may recognize from Harry Potter all belong to J. K. Rowling and in no way am I claiming them as my own. The story is based in and around the happenings in the fanfic "Three cheers to fatherhood" by Bl00dofthevine, who is also my beta reader, you're awesome my friend!! Thanks a bunch!!

2. Books

"Okay, bye Honey," Helen said, balancing a pile of books in her arms as she fiddled with keys to let herself out. Being a Muggle, she didn't have the advantage of magic to make her life a bit easier.

George, eyeing the pile of books, had a strange thought; he'd never really been one for studying anything. Actually, he'd never done more studying for anything than was absolutely necessary! And yet he now had an overpowering urge to do just that: to study.

The dream from the previous week kept surfacing in his waking mind - the bits he remembered - and he'd given up on trying to ignore it. He'd discarded the idea of actually carrying out the "premonition" minutes after the odd idea had bounced into his head. It would be mad, not to mention illegal, to try and resurrect his brother. It would be amoral. He was a ministry official, for God's sake! He couldn't go around performing highly unlawful (and even more highly frowned upon) Dark magic.

"Helen, hey, do you want me to take those books back for you?" George offered, putting his newspaper down and sending his empty coffee mug to the sink with a haphazard flick of his wand. It shattered against the counter, but he fixed it quickly with a short (and slightly more carefully performed) charm. He was oddly nervous… "I know you're gonna be quite busy today, and I have the morning off…"

"That'd be great, thanks". Helen started to walk across the entrance towards the kitchen to hand George the books, but he relieved her of them with another lazy flick of his wand.

"Saves you the walk. You have a busy day ahead of you, remember?" he countered the irritated look she gave him. Helen hated it when he made her look incapable by using magic.

"Ah, fine" she huffed with mock annoyance, before leaving.

*

Seeing George enter the (Muggle) town library young Ava Patil, only sixteen now, quickly hopped up to meet him at the counter.

"Mr. Weasley! So good to see you! You don't stop by often enough…"

"Hey Ava, yeah, I'm not the reader in the family… But I would like to do some reading today" George said with a warm smile, handing her the books. He'd had a few dinners and the like with Parvati (Ava's mom) and her lovely fiancé (Luis) of nineteen years because Helen and Luis were long-time friends. Having inherited her father's Muggle genes, Ava couldn't go to wizard school, but she was certified to work as the librarian for the Magical Department at the community library.

"Password, Mr. Weasley?" Ava asked, smiling.

"But you know who I am…"

"I do, but you could be an impostor or something like that. I don't actually know what the password is for; I know all the wizards who come here"

"Fine, Aposta-Magiknow". The words were actually an incantation that was becoming all the rage in wizarding schools all over the world. It magically "studied" selected work into the caster's (or target's) memory for shorts periods of time. Great for cramming hours before a test, but with some nasty side

effects. George had worked on a few Muggles who the spell was tested on, who had sprouted rather unsightly blue fur around their eyes. It wasn't a great idea over all - he wondered why the ministry hadn't banned the spell.

"Mister Weasley?"

"Sorry, I was daydreaming. Thanks Ava. Say hi to your parents for me?"

He hurried off through the invisible (to Muggles, that is) arch that'd appeared in the wall, leading to the magic library. He started looking immediately for the section he was going to research:

Necromancy.