After a busy Christmas season full of children and grandchildren, Molly and Arthur settle in for a quiet evening in the Burrow
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For xxDustnight88 and Dramione84 - promises can be kept, family is everything and friends make us strong
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Music: Let It Snow by Michael Bublé, The Things We've Handed Down by Marc Cohn, Love Never Fails by Brandon Heath
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Flashes of green from the floo
Echoes of farewells resound
The clock counts all safely home
Quiet settles in the Burrow
Dishes fly to the sink
Echoes of laughter around the table
The tree twinkles in the background
Quiet fills the Burrow
Arms slide around her waist
Echoes of years spent together
The memories flow between them
Quiet whispers in the Burrow
Kisses feathered down his jaw
Echoes of late night walks and youth
The fire crackles before them
Quiet surrounds the Burrow
Hazel eyes trace faded features
Echoes of his strength and struggle
The wind blows through the woods
Quiet promises in the Burrow
Scarred hands stroke fading hair
Echoes of her devotion and determination
The memories flow between them
Quiet flows through the Burrow
Blue eyes feather across soft features
Echoes of their future built together
The proof pictured across the mantle
Quiet loves in the Burrow
Steady hands draw bodies together
Echoes of their vows never broken
The trials forgotten with time
Quiet filters through the Burrow
Tired bodies snuggle on the couch
Echoes of faith fill their hearts
The reward of life well lived
Quiet seeps into the Burrow
Sleepy eyes look out the window
Echoes of those gone too soon
The snow falls to the ground
Quiet blankets the Burrow
Gentle heads rest together
Echoes of what will always be
The love fills the room
Quiet lives in the Burrow
