Here is the second one i promised and im working on another J happy reading.

I stumble slightly not being used to the power of my wand. i appear in front of the gate. I take a deep breath and walk towards the front door.

I pause, take a deep breath and knock thrice.

"Just a sec, one moment, hullo." Mrs. Weasley says as she opens the door. Her eyes go wide and she gasps clutching her heart.

I reach out to steady her ,as she falls on me, and the woman is not light. Together we make our way into the kitchen where I begin to bustle around making tea. Everything is where it always was, perfect.

I grab two glasses from the third cupboards and serve myself and Mrs. Weasley some tea. Mine with cream and hers with two spoon full's of sugar.

I place the cup in her shaking hands with a small smile on my face as she stared at me.

"Molly... I have some explaining to do, if you would just sit and listen, that would be lovely.

"Alright, so I didn't die I just took off. I didn't want to deal with the horrors of the magic world, so I left, I did go in the Forbidden Forrest like everyone says, my memories is a little skewed about what happened exactly. I did not kill myself, but I went and lived in the muggle world as a professional singer. And then Draco Malfoy showed up and he found out who I was. We went out to dinner and a club Neville Longbottom saw me and knew who I was. We went outside, just Neville and I. He was hit with a curse and then I woke up in, never mind that is not important" I blush horribly "So I visited Neville this morning and Hannah Abbott got so jealous that she smacked me! Then I looked for my wand in my storage compartment because I had to tell you all this before the profit got a hold of you, some teenagers got my picture to them. I went to where the fake me is buried, oh and I cried at the plot, you know, I found my wand decoyed as a rose, and, well, here I am." I panted slightly because I had explained all this in one breath.

Mrs. Weasley stood up and walked over to me. She bent down, looked me in the eyes and gave me a huge hug.

"Oh my poor sweet, sweet girl, what have you been through? All the things that have happened to you. Oh dear I've gone and upset you," she says as I wipe a tear from my eye. She made a 'tisk' noise and bustled around the kitchen and came back to me with an array of cookies. As I always have done and always will I picked up a caramel swirl chocolate drop cookie.

The tray clatters loudly to the floor as she tanks me into her embrace moaning, "Oh heavens, it is you my lovely girl I wasn't sure, but it is you! Oh everyone was so sad, oh you know you are like a, no, you are my daughter. Oh I have missed you so, so much. You are the only one who could get harry and Ron to do some of their class work. And you are Ginny's best friend, she misses you so much. Oh and George! He goes to your plot and asks every now and then if you are keeping an eye on Fred, and Fluer! Sh-she named her daughter after you, well somewhat, her name is Victoire Mione Weasley" She starts to hiccup and she clings to me as if I'm about to run again.

A sob escapes my mouth and a fountain has burst from behind my eyes. "Oh Mrs. Weasley I have missed you also! I don't know what I was thinking," I sniff loudly, "where is everyone? Is anyone here?"

She dries her eyes on the corner of her ever present apron, "Just Arthur, dear."

"Could you call the others? I'd rather get everyone at once than one-by-one."

"Of course dear. I'll send an owl right after you take a nap. Go lay down in the living room. I'll be right in with some blankets."

Molly leads me from the kitchen into the living room an seats me on the chair that Arthur usually sits in. She leaves and reenters with a couple patch work quilts and a pillow. She literally tucks me in and puts the pillow under my head. She smoothed my hair before saying, "sleep well dear, I'll see you in a bit."

But try as I might I just can't sleep Neville's face keeps flashing in front of my eye the pure shock, and then Hannah's of pure loathing, and then Molly's, full of disbelief.

I don't know if I can face them all. I think as I hear the front door open and close and then footsteps echoing down the hall.