Chapter Three: Sugar Hangovers and Uncle Noogies

The next morning-around ten, we all woke in a heap with a massive sugar hangover.

"Daaaamn..." Mertile groaned groggily.

"This fucking sucks," Tiara agreed.

"Tiara," Natalia said in the same groaning voice, "don't cuss."

"Sister, Dear," she replied sweetly, "bite me".

"Come on, now," I said to them. "Don't fight. Let's go ask Mamma to make it better with breakfast."

At this, everyone hurried to get up; NOBODY can resist my Mama's breakfast. We all stampeded in a sluggish fashion downstairs and to the kitchen, Mertile riding on Tiara's back. When the delightful aroma hit us, we were darn near knocked off our feet-fried eggs, French toast, Turkey bacon (the best kind!), multi-berry muffins and hashbrowns. On the table were little jars of homemade jams on the table arranged in the shape a flower.

I hugged my mama and asked, "Extra pepper on mine?"

She smiled and kissed my hair. "Yes, my angel."

I beamed. "Thank you, Mama."

We all took our seats, where our red cloth napkins, monagramed with a gold W, and matching plates were positioned on the table. After Mama and Daddy, Hermione and Luna sat, he said, "We have other guests coming for breakfast".

Seconds after he said this, we heard a sound from the livingroom. We waited, and jumped up excitedly when two of my favorite people in the whole entire world walked in.

"My favorite neice!" Uncle George bellowed, throwing his arms open wide.

"Hey, you git, she's mine, too!" Uncle Fred growled at his brother.

I ran around the table and leaped at George. "Uncle George!" I cried jubiantly.

He hugged me tightly. "Hey, Kiddo!" He then noogied my head, making me grimace and grin at the same time.

"I missed you so much!" I said into his chest, grinning from ear to ear.

"Awww, we missed you to," he replied.

"Alright, alright!" Fred interjected. "I wan'er now!"

I giggled and switched to Fred, who hugged me just as tightly as the other twin had.

"Did you miss me?" he asked.

"Of course!" I answered, truthfully, though George was my favorite.

"Good." He released me, quite reluctantly, and we all hopped into our seats for food.

"Aye, why are you two in my kitchen?" Mama teased her elder brothers.

"Nourishment, Mum," was George's reply. He often teased her by calling her "Mum".

She responded by sticking out her tongue at him and smacking his head with her wooden spoon.

"Ah!" George exclaimed, rubbing his head and wincing. "Just like Mum."

We all laughed and ate, having a merry ole' time. Tiara flirted with my uncles in a playful way, while Mertile, Natalia, Dakota and I made funnies along with them. I was so happy to have so much of the family together.

{Ginny's POV}

I was so happy to have Hermione, Luna and the girls back here. I luved them all so much, and they made the house feel so much more like our home during my childhood; it had been filled with children. I was saddened, however, by the pradicament with Belinda. As I was thinking about this, my big brothers, the twins, popped into the fireplace-I heard the sound of them landing from the floo powder.

They popped in, greeted and embraced Pavia. I knew that they favored her over her elder sister, Lily Luna. They did see it as a shame, however, that the one who looked like Harry would be so like them, while the one who looked like me-a ginger, like all the Weaselys-, would be so...different. But, they adored her so, they forgot all about that, and only joked about it occasionally.

After breakfast and more visiting, we would tell Pavia that her uncles were here to take her to the train tomorrow, along with us. They were going to ride all the way to Hogwarts with her, because it would be too dangrous for my husband to do so. I, of course, had to be here as well-Harry and I thought it best for us to stay together most of the time, what with this time being the time of...HIS return. I looked up, again pulled from my thoughts, as I heard everybody standing up to clear the table.

"I'll do it, Luvs," I told them all, and Harry nodded, then helped me as the others left. When they were gone with Pavia, we took out our wands and cleaned up by magic. As we did this, I felt a pang in my chest, for keeping my youngest daughter, my baby, from the thing that makes us most special.