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Chapter 2: Time Has Passed...

It may be close to a month since Voldemort's fall, but the members of the Wizarding World were all, needless to say, still shaken up. All were left with permanent scars, whether they are physical or mental, and very heavy hearts. Many lives were lost. Much pain was endured. All were affected in some way. Wizard and witch alike needed time to heal.

Everyone had their own way of coping. Molly Weasley's method was quite simple; keep her children home and her family together, as much as humanly possible. It wasn't so difficult. All of her children, with the exception of Bill (who was a married man, and therefore needed to stay in his own home! but he would make frequent visits, of course) were currently residing at the Burrow. Harry and Hermione were there too, which was no surprise to anyone. All were required to attend Weasley meals, including Bill and Fleur, by Mrs. Weasley's request (more like demand for some). The whole Weasley clan knew this was Molly's way of healing and they accepted that and tried to help out any way they could. She could have lost any one of her children in the war.

In fact, she came really close. They all thought he was dead. None of them thought Fred Weasley would survive after that wall collapsed upon him. So they all understood their mother's need for her children to be home constantly. Not to mention, it made them all feel a bit better, though some would never openly admit it.

The Burrow's patrons had just started to get back to their normal routines, or close to it. Arthur was doing work at the ministry, as was Percy. Fred and George had finally convinced their mum to let them go to see the full damage of their beloved joke shop, Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, and see what all needed to be done to revive it. The Deatheaters had done quite a number on it, scavenging for weapons and whatnot. Meanwhile, Charlie, Ron, Ginny, and Harry were playing Quidditch in the backyard, while Hermione read under a tree and watched. Molly was, as usual, cooking for her large family. It was very close to normal for them. Then, the unexpected letter arrived. The letter stating that the new Headmistress of Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall, would be stopping in for a visit. From its contents, however, Molly knew this wasn't just any ordinary visit. This news involved Harry mostly, but she requested that the whole family be present because it may affect them all. Little did they know, this meeting would change all of their lives. Some, even more, than others.

McGonagall side-long apparated with Kaleigh to the Burrow's wards, which were still up, even though the war was over. It was close to dinner time for the family. Kaleigh and the Headmistress walked in silence up the path leading to the Weasley's door. Kaleigh was nervous, to say the least. She was about to meet the hero-of-war, the great, Harry Potter, who just happened to be her father's god son. She was also nervous about meeting this new family, the Weasleys.

'What if they don't like me? They could decide not to help. Or worse, what if they don't trust me? They definitely wouldn't help. Why am I even here? McGonagall already said my father was dead. He's probably the only one who could help… Not anymore, though. Why did I agree to this…'

Kaleigh's rampant thoughts were immediately cut off by two things. One, she noticed a Quidditch pitch where it looked like three wizards and a witch were playing, three with blazing, red hair and another with dark hair. That's all that was discernible from where she stood. The other thing that distracted her from her thoughts was the fact that McGonagall was knocking on the door.

The door swung open, revealing a large woman with a kind face. She had red hair with graying strands that suggested a rough life, but was contradicted by her laugh lines. She did look tired, however.

'Well, McGonagall did say she had many kids… How many was it? Four, five…Oh right, six kids…'

Again her thoughts were cut off, but this time by the woman in front of her.

"Headmistress, it's lovely to see you again. Come in, come in! Oh! Well, hello dearie! Welcome to the Burrow! I'm Molly Weasley."

A/N: Also, next chapter will be much longer!

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