Author's Notes: Even with some help, I am still suffering from a writers' block. Please help me. I'm desperate.

Harry and Ginny walked into the common room and saw a sea of red. The whole Weasley family, with the exception of Mr. Weasley, was gathered around the fireplace. The portrait made a thud when it closed that made Mrs. Weasley look up. "Oh, Harry, dear. Ginny. We've been wondering where you two have been." She had a glint in her eye, as if she was suspicious, but it went as quickly as it had come. "We're flooing back to the Burrow. Arthur and Hermione have already left. Come on, you two can be next." Mrs. Weasley beckoned Harry and Ginny over. Harry hadn't been able to get a real good look at any of the Weasley's except Ron and Ginny since the previous night. He didn't want to see anything close to this sight ever again. Mrs. Weasley's eyes were red and puffy. Bill and Charlie had vacant expressions on their faces. Fleur was leaning on Bill's shoulder, silently weeping. George wasn't as bad as Harry had thought. He had a depressed yet buoyant expression. Percy, to Harry's surprise, looked the worse. Harry thought it was probably guilt for leaving his family for 2 years and not being back in time to spend more time with Fred. They only reconciled for about a minute when a Death Eater shot the Killing Curse. Images of Fred's staring eyes and pale skin made Harry shiver as he took some Floo Powder from Mrs. Weasley. "The Burrow!" Harry yelled into the fire. He felt that familiar spinning sensation and then was thrown out of the fireplace into welcoming home. Harry noted the change in both appearance and atmosphere. The Burrow was much brighter and warmer now, similar to how it was just before Harry's second and fourth years.

Harry walked through the house feeling an emotion he hadn't felt since the day Dumbledore died­­­­­­­¾ happy. He could smell a scent of food and suddenly realized that he was extremely hungry. Harry didn't want to burden Mrs. Weasley anymore than he thought he had, so he just continued roaming. He came across the Weasley clock and noticed 2 changes. One was he and Hermione were added. He felt happy that the Weasley's thought of them as family so much that they added them to their clock. The other change was Fred's hand was missing. Harry wondered if that's what happened when a member of the family died. He dismissed that thought because he didn't want to think about Fred being dead. Harry kept walking and stopped at Ginny's room. He knew she wouldn't be in there because he had flooed before her, but he thought he should talk to Hermione. He pushed open the door and saw Hermione lying on the guest bed staring at the ceiling. "Where are the others?" Hermione asked, sitting up straight. Harry thought about how it was odd that nobody had arrived since he came. "You don't think something happened to them?" he asked her.

"I don't think so. I was just wondering." She beckoned him over to the bed, and when he sat down, she gave him a hug. "Thank you," she said, still holding him.

"What are you thanking me for?" Hermione looked at him as if he were outlandish. "Are you daft?!" Hermione half yelled at Harry. "You saved the Wizarding world. It'd be a crime to not thank you." She eyed Harry with the smallest amount of apprehension. "Harry, what bothering you?" This caught Harry by surprise. The truth was there was too much bothering him that he didn't think he would be able to tell Hermione everything in one lifetime. He didn't want her to worry, though, so he just said, "Everything's fine. I've never felt happier, actually." He put on a false smile, but Hermione didn't buy a single bit of what he just told her. "Don't lie to me, Harry. I've known you too long for you to be able to lie to me. Now tell what's wrong." Harry couldn't keep it in any longer. He sat there, crying on Hermione's shoulders for how long he did not know. He did know that the door opened multiple times and Hermione always sent them away. Harry was starting to get drowsy. Just before he fell asleep, the door opened one last time. He expected Hermione to shoo them away, too, but she waved them over. Harry couldn't stay awake long enough to see who it was, but he had a pretty good idea of who it was.