Greetings! Seeing as I left the last chapter slightly cliffy with George's oh-so impulsive behavior, I'm updating now. A big thanks for all the reviews! And if my updates for this story take too long, (which they tend to) I just put up a drabble not too long ago to keep you entertained (momentarily).

Onwards! To the story!

He looks so little, yet weighs so much. Ginny thought as she had Freddie asleep against her shoulder. Back at the Burrow, three hours after the shower was supposed to end, she thought she was sure to be safe. Quietly as she could, she stepped back into the chaos.

"Thank Merlin!" Angelina gasped, taking the sleeping child from his aunts arms. "I knew you were coming back, of course, Ginny, but can you blame me? When your baby leaves without any warning it just--why does he smell like smoke?"

"Ange, the important thing is he's back, remember the whole focus on the positive thing we're all working on?"

"Yeah, this fight really isn't worth it, I'll go alert my husband he shall live to see the morning."

"I wish someone would do that for me…Oh, let's be honest, I'd just take that reassurance as a challenge. So how'd the party go?"

"You mean after the bride was broken and the MOH had a panic attack and took a baby?" Harry snorted, he was standing off to the side, arm around a rather content looking Hilary.

"Y'know, I really like this wallpaper. It is amazing." Hilary pointed out, staring at the wall.

"We gave her a calming draught, she was in quite panicked." Harry explained, blushing a bit.

"Gotcha, I'm pretty sure I've been on the same draught. Pretty soon she'll think it's a good idea to put ice cream on tacos." Ginny nodded.

"That sounds…awful." Harry sneered, grimacing at the thought.

"Well, it can't all be treacle tart, Potter." Ginny pointed out, leaving to find her parents in the kitchen having tea. Harry watched her, slightly amazed she'd even remember that.

Ginny swung the top of her body into the kitchen, making her mother jump.

"I'm home!"

"We see!" her father mused, as her mother clutched her heart.

"What's with Mum? Did she not think I was coming back?"

"No, she's a bit nervous, since you've been gone about twelve owls have swooped in." Arthur told her.

"Er, that's not good."

"Why?!" Molly gasped, her heart still pounding.

"It's from work…"

"I thought you were the boss?"

"Yeah, I am, but for some reason they still want me to work. And I'd fire them all but then I'd have to do more work, or I'd fire myself, but then I wouldn't get money, so I'm stuck surrounding myself with competent workers who expect me to work. It's awful, really." Ginny sighed.

"Oh, come on, you draw pictures for a living, it's not exactly work." Molly chided, her nerves better. Under normal circumstances owls were fine, but when they come all at once after your daughter is once again missing, this time with your grandchild, and the owls swoop in from the window you have your back to, it's enough to make anyone nervous.

Ginny turned to head upstairs, but stopped when she saw Harry helping his loopy fiancée up, taking this as a moment of opportunity, had brought her to apologize for all the other times it seemed to trick into making bad decisions.

"Hey, Hil," Ginny started, Harry looked up, one eye brow raised, while Hilary gave a sloppy grin, "work is really cracking down on me this week, so think you and your mum can make a few plans, Hermione can help with the rehearsal dinner, while I take care of the bachelorette party?" Ginny asked, smirking at Harry who looked outraged that she was taking such advantage.

"Sure! We should go wallpaper shopping, you and me, we can get this stuff! It is amazing!" she pointed to the wall with such force that Harry had to catch her before she hit the wall.

"Right," Ginny nodded, chuckling at the flustered look on Harry's face while she went to her room.

Those good feelings fluttered away when 24 wide eyes stared at her, all of which had paper work and sketches attached to their legs. Lei did not look amused at the intruders and was eyeing a smaller owl with hunger in his eyes. Julio was wisely cowering under the bed.

Once Ginny had removed all the deliveries, and had been nipped quite a few times, no doubt by angry CEOs who wanted to know what was taking so damn long, and Ginny had a sinking suspicion that 'sorry, gotta plan my ex's wedding' was not going to be good enough. Even if she was dealing with Italians, the most romantic Europeans you can find, stereotypically speaking.

And she went to work. And worked, and worked, and worked. And during her breaks, she worked. She worked, completely uninterrupted for three days straight till her mother finally practically broke her door down with knocking.

"Take this one, and this one." her mother ordered, looking rather frazzled as she handed little Molly to Ginny and pushed Teddy through the doorway. "Now, I am going to go get Freddie off the walls he is climbing since eating an entire bowl of sugar, get Marty unstuck from the couch cushions he climbed into, and tell Victoire and Dominique if they do not share those bloody crayons, I am going to break each one in half and they can share that way."

"What happened to the mum who raised seven kids and was doing just fine?" Ginny asked as Teddy started looking through all her things.

"She is old now, and has a daughter who will be helping her." Molly growled, and Ginny just quietly closed the door, not willing to ask anymore questions.

It wasn't that she minded helping, she was practically done with all the work now, but Molly had given her a strange pair. Teddy wasn't really interested in the young toddler, who could thankfully amuse herself, so just giving them something and saying 'here, play together,' wasn't exactly an option.

"What brings you here today, Teddy?" Ginny asked, placing the young girl, in her lovely little tutu, on the floor.

"Granmum had a doctors appointment, doesn't trust me in the waiting room after the last time. I might have gotten really bored and made a few magazine fly about…" Ginny just nodded, knowingly. For whatever reason, as a child Ginny had not been trusted, which resulted in her often being dragged along to things like that, which at one doctors appointed resulted in a talking house plant to keep her company. Who, weeks later, led to one nurse quitting in outrage when the same plant yelled at her for not watering him.

"Kin!" Little Molly grinned. Teddy looked at her, a bit shocked, as he had never heard the bashful child speak.

"There's quite a bit of mayhem downstairs isn't there?" Ginny asked, thinking to herself. Teddy merely nodded, now using his shoe string to play with the every hyper Julio. "So no one would really notice if we…left?" Ginny asked, grinning to herself.

"Ginny, I didn't think you were allowed to leave." Teddy pointed out, his tone serious.

"No, I'm not supposed to go out without a chaperone. And you two will be with me, so you'd be my chaperones. What could go wrong?"

As it turned out, more things could go wrong than one would ever expect. After deciding that Ginny needed to get out of the house, she had Teddy quietly prepare Molly's buggy as she got her bag, and the three of them quietly left, just to go to a nice little park.

But the park, alas, was crowded, so they went and got ice cream. And once that was done, Teddy was just dying to go to a toy shop, so they popped into one, that just so happened to have new fireworks toys. And they were very, very new, so new that they hadn't passed all their Ministry mandated tests, so legally, they weren't supposed to be on sale, much less on display, so really, the whole thing was the toy shops fault, not theirs.

Unfortunately, Percy didn't seem to agree as he went to get his brothers best friends godson, his little sister, and his eighteen month old daughter from the Aurors custody, but first, he felt it was only necessary to say hello to a few friends. One, in particular.

"Harry, old boy!" Percy called out, "Come and see your godson, today is a milestone, he was arrested! Along with my sister and my daughter!"

A very confused Harry reached the small group, his face full of shock.

"Are you okay? What happened?" he asked Teddy, dropping down to look him in the eye. Teddy just grinned.

"We burned the toy store down! It was awesome!" Teddy answered, practically bursting with joy at it all.

"Boom!" Little Molly added, her tutu slightly singed.

"You burned down a toy store?" Harry asked, dumbstruck.

"A very dangerous toy store, that was selling illegal toys! So you're welcome." Ginny defended, still flushed from the fire.

"You took my godson to a dangerous toy store?!" Harry demanded, rising to face Ginny now.

"Yeah, it was so bad, it even had a door!"

"Harry, she couldn't have known it was dangerous…" Percy interjected, not wanting a full blown fight to occur.

"She should have!" Harry said.

"You didn't!" Ginny responded, "And you're a bloody Auror! So, shame on you! You nearly got us all killed!"

Harry gaped at her, unsure of what to say at this point.

"And, Molly, Teddy, what are we going to tell Granmum if she asks where we were?"

"Doing charity work for puppies!" Teddy responded.

"Dog!" Molly added.

"Really, Gin? That's your cover story?" Percy asked, his eyebrows rising.

"Well, look who I'm working with. Teddy's original idea was to tell her we were fighting aliens, and Molly wanted to tell her 'spoon.'"

Not much later, Ginny, Teddy and Molly were quietly sneaking back in to the Burrow, which had returned to a normal level of chaos, unlike before, where Molly was absolutely glued to the radio.

"Oh, thank goodness your back!" Molly breathed, "Have you heard? A toy shop in Diagon Alley went up in flames! The news said mad woman and her children started it and ran! Isn't that awful?"

"Terrible." Ginny deadpanned, shaking her head slowly for dramatic effect.

"Where were you exactly?" Molly questioned, an eyebrow rising.

"We just went on a walk, wanted to stretch our legs." Ginny answered, her tone nonchalant.

"Did you?" the elder witch questioned, her eyes sliding onto Teddy, ready to catch a lie.

"Boom!" little Molly clapped. Mrs. Weasley looked at them with growing skepticism.

"I fell, tripped onto the grass." Teddy quickly lied. "Take after my mum like that, don't I?" he added with a small grin.

"I didn't know your grandmother was telling you stories about her." Molly stated, suddenly distracted.

"She's not," Teddy responded, sadly, "I tried to make her, but she wouldn't say anything."

"Harry then?"

"No, he still won't say much. Ginny's been telling me!" Teddy grinned the last part, "It's been great! Did you know my dad was a teacher?"

"Yes, yes I did. Why don't you go wash up for snacks, love?" Molly watched her daughter remove the little girl from her buggy, her look strained.

"Problem?" Ginny asked, feeling her mother's eyes bore into her.

"I'm not sure it's a good idea for you to tell him things like that." Molly stated, now wringing her hands with discomfort. She was a firm believer in the idea of idle hands being the devils play thing.

"Like what? More about his parents?"

"Isn't that something that his grandmother, or Harry should tell him? I mean, if you want him to like you--"

"Mum!"

"No, no, it's nothing to be ashamed of, Teddy's a good way to get back into certain peoples lives--"

"Mum! Please! It's not like that, he's a kid, not a pawn! I told him because no one else would. That's all."

"Is it?"

"Yes!"

"Is it really?"

"Yes! I understand his frustration of being left out, he might be young, be he shouldn't be punished just because no one wants to tell him about things they don't want to talk about. I'm telling him things that should be common knowledge, not some scandalous family secret, exactly."

"Ginny, I'm just not sure if it's a good idea…"

"Good ideas have never been my thing, I find that it works just as well to go with any idea, rather than just the good ones."

"Just as long as you don't hurt the poor boy." Molly sighed. "And Ginny?"

"Yes?"

"One last thing, even though I cant prove it, I'm pretty positive you were the cause of that toy shop burning, so no more leaving the Burrow for a while."

"Er, right."

That evening, little Molly was the only child left waiting to have a parent come, both her parents were trapped in a meeting, so Ginny was watching her in the living room, Julio chasing her tutu as the little girl danced and laughed. It was one of those sights that Christmas cards are made of, and Ginny couldn't resist, she went and grabbed her old camera, snapping away at the spectacle.

She hadn't used the camera since returning home, and it was nice to have a reason to use it again, it did carry quite a bit of sentimental value. She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice someone floo in until little Molly alerted her.

"Mummy!"

"Hello, love." Aubrey cooed, scooping the girl up.

"Oh! Hi!" Ginny grinned, pretty sure the woman still didn't like her.

"Hello, Ginny. Molly, dear, go get your bag…" Aubrey stood up after setting her daughter down, facing her sister in law with discomfort on her face. "Percy owl'd." she started, her voice serious, "And from the sound of it, it wasn't your fault, and you kept our daughter from blowing up, so thank you."

"Um, you're welcome?"

"I know I might not be the warmest person, but I'm very impressed you don't take that out on my daughter."

"Does that mean you secretly like me?"

"No."

"Oh."

"But my daughter does, and that's what's important. Ready, Molly? Okay, let's go love, say bye-bye!"

The little girl ran over, her two little pigtails bouncing as she did, and waved with enthusiasm as she stepped into the fireplace to floo away.

"Hunh," Ginny started, turning to Julio, "my sister in law does not like me. At all, from the sounds of it. Maybe this family is slightly more normal than I thought. Then again, I'm talking to my cat, as in actual discussion, which isn't. Well, win some lose some."