A/N

Thank you to all those who have read this, or at least stopped by to drop a review to say my story description didn't make sense. It's nice to know people are kind enough to drop a review. I'm sorry about the atrocious spelling mistakes and grammar issues. It's horrible to say that I'm British yet still can't spell correctly. I suppose I could blame it on the fact that my spellcheck hates me, changing 'witch' to 'witch' or 'its' to 'it's', but what would be the point? I spelt it wrong, and obviously didn't do a very good proof check, but there we go. I promise my spelling can only get better.

I know I should have mentioned this before, but this story is almost exclusively set in Harry and Ginny PoV. I also apologise for all the dialogue, but not much is happening right now, and I don't have all that much time to write this FanFic with.

Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office, sucking on a lemon drop. He was working on a report for the Wizengamot on whether or not werewolfs should have the same rights as veela. Personally he hated the vile things. That even included that of Remus Lupin, he was just another tool for when Voldemort returned. He would be able to talk with the other werewolfs.

That, of course, didn't change the fact that he fell out of his chair, when a large, old looking tome flashed a brilliant gold and opened. Intrigued, he wandered over to it, to see his list of current third years. He saw the name 'Ginevra Molly Weasley' become 'Ginevra Molly Potter nee Weasley'.

Confused, he floo called the Burrow. He called over Molly, seeing her and Arthur having tea in the kitchen.

"Oh, hello Albus!" She saw his grave face "Oh no. What have Fred and George done now?" She all but moaned.

"Oh no, Molly, you misunderstand me. May I come through?"

She blushed "Of course!"

A few seconds later he walked out of the green flames.

"This is probably something you both should hear, should we go into the living room?" It was more of an order, but she still complied even in her own home. Molly's face paled in worry, his face hadn't looked so grave since the Chamber of Secrets incident.

"Of course, Albus. Arthur! Can you come in here please?" She called into the kitchen

A muffled "Of course, dear." reached them both.

"Oh! Hello Albus? Is it the twins again?" Arthur all but moaned as he walked into the living room.

"Oh no, Arthur. It's actually something to do with young Ginevra. I was in my office, when the book of previous, current and future students, flashed a brilliant gold, and opened on its own accord." Molly's face wore the inquisition she felt inside.

"Well okay... that is weird. But what's this got to do with Ginny?" Molly asked, confused.

"This would be the fact that her name changed in front of my very eyes. It changed to Ginevra Molly Potter." Molly looked at the headmaster with a cocked head for a second, confusion evident in her facial expression, which turned to understanding, and almost instantaneously she turned purple with rage, screaming at the Headmaster, claiming that it was his fault that her baby girl had gotten married. Arthur slipped out the room.

"Get him here Albus! I need to speak to him." The last word was spoken with so much venom, the head master actually flinched.

He sighed "Molly, do you really think killing your daughters husband is going to make this better?" He asked, almost sarcastically.

It was probably the worst thing he could have said.

Molly started hurling hex after hex at him, shouting over and over how it was his fault. He just side-stepped them. He really hated this woman's temper. It often clouded her views, and made things a lot harder to sort out. Arthur was a smart man. He had legged it as soon as he heard her shout. Albus could have just apparated out, but he figured he wanted this family on his side.

Eventually she stopped throwing hexes, her magic supplies being run dry, and sank to the floor and started to sob. At this point Arthur chose to make an entrance and sank to the floor to hold his wife.

"C'mon Molly-dear, let's go sit on the sofa, okay? We'll sort this out, yes? Everything will be fine." He continued to coo into her ear as he pulled her down to all but sit on his lap on the sofa. Molly began to sniffle into her husbands shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Albus. It was a big shock, and you know that Weasley women can have unparalleled tempers. Are you okay?" Arthur said, waving his hand towards a chair opposite the sofa.

Albus was furious with Molly Weasley, how dare she fire a spell at the man who single handedly brought down the dark wizard known as Grindelwald!? But once again their usefulness in his plan out ruled his anger. But, he could use this situation... Yes. He had a plan. It was a shame Harry had to die really. Albus felt like he was the grandchild he had never had. But really, what was one boy, compared to most of the wizarding world?

He flashed a smile at the couple. "Yes, thank you, Arthur. I'll be honest, I was a little blunt in telling what had happened, so I am partly to blame. If I'm honest, I am a little concerned about your home though. I, err, think it's about to fall down actually. Can you please disapparate to the orchard behind the house?" Both nodded and disapparated, leaving Albus inside. He quickly broke the spells that were keeping the Burrow standing and disapparated.

He arrived in time to see the house collapse in on its self under its own weight. A ratty old house was a small price to pay if it meant a confrontation between the Weasleys and Potters. Hopefully, he could tear a rift between the two. Yes, that would be good, it would give him less reason to want to live in the end...

Molly began to sob. "All our things! Our home! It's all my fault! We've lost everything Arthur! What are we going to do? We can't live with Muriel, I'd kill her!" She became hysterical. Arthur shot Albus a pleading look over his wife's shoulder, as he pulled her into him. Albus walked forward and put a hand on her shoulder gently.

"Molly, I feel partly responsible for this, so would you care to stay at Hogwarts for a little bit? At least until the Burrow can be rebuilt? Maybe you could talk to young Ginevra?" Albus offered, in a calm reassuring voice. Her jaw set hard and square at the last.

"If you wouldn't mind Albus, I might have to take you up on that.