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