So this is a new story I've had in my harddrive for months... So I guess it's not new... Anyway, I don't own Harry Potter. I do, however, own the characters that are original - Juliana, Josey, the healers, etc (You get the idea). I also own the plot. If you're going to use, get permission from me, please? I'd really appreciate it!

While Ron and Josey had their picnic, Molly had a very low-key dinner. Arthur had to work late at the Ministry and wouldn't make it, so there weren't as many people.

Molly's eyes constantly traveled to the clock in the living room that contained the members of her family. I followed her gaze after she stared at it for a good five minutes and noticed that Arthur's name was still at 'work'.

"He'll be home soon, Mum," Bill insisted.

His mother didn't seem any less worried. I read the names, seeing them all at 'home'. A picture showed Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, and Harry Potter in 'Mortal Danger'. No wonder she was worried.

After dinner, Bill offered to help her do dishes, so I walked over to the clock, curious. I gasped when I saw my picture and my name - though it was a younger picture of myself, most likely from when I was here before I graduated - and then Josey's. Her's was hiding behind Hermione's in the 'mortal danger' section. Mine was at 'Home'.

Yes, the Burrow certainly was home.

But, I could not sleep at night seeing this clock every day.

At ten at night, Bill had headed up to bed, as had Molly and the others. I stayed downstairs, waiting for Josey and Ron to get in. If she was upset because of telling him, then I would hex him blue. Not literally. I'd make him feel so much pain he wished I had hexed him blue.

So I sat by the fire, on the sofa, with a small blanket around my legs to keep me warm. It was chilly for a summer night. A crack sounded, and Arthur came through the door a few minutes later.

"Hello," he greeted.

"Hello," I returned. I took in his tired expression, "Have you eaten?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes, I have. Thank you, though, for asking. What are you still doing up?"

"Ron and Josey are out talking," I told him. "I'm waiting up so I can lock up and make sure they're alright."

"Would you like me to-"

"Please, you're exhausted," I insisted. "Go ahead. It shouldn't be too long."

He nodded, "Good night, Juliana."

"Goodnight, Mr. Weasley."

"Please, dear, it's Arthur. How many times must I tell you?"

I gave a smile, "Sorry, Arthur."

He patted my arm as he passed, and he disappeared up the stairs.

I sat once more, staring at the placement clock. Mortal Danger still. An hour passed, if the soft tickings on the mantle piece meant anything, before the back door opened. It was Ron.

He gave me a tired smile, "Off to bed?"

"In a bit," I told him. "Is Josey out there still?"

The door opened again and Josey came through, tired, and a little bloodshot in the eyes. Crying, then. "There she is. I'm going to bed. Night, ladies."

"Goodnight," I said slowly. As he disappeared up the stairs, Josey walked over to me calmly. "How did it go?"

Her bottom lip trembled, "Can I sleep with you, tonight?"

"Of course," I answered immediately, my heart breaking. I gathered her in my arms, a tight hug holding her as she broke. Her sobs were quiet, but it was the first time she really broke down in front of me. I was glad she was letting me in. "It's going to be okay, Josey."

"He was so mad," she whispered.

"It's okay," I told her. Ron hadn't looked mad when he walked in. He looked fine.

"He... he started to yell for a bit. I was so frightened. And I just... I started to cry, and I just... I relapsed into the pack... I thought he was Greyback for a moment. And I begged him to stop yelling, that ... that-"

"Shhh," I whispered, rubbing her back gently. "He looked happy when he walked in, though."

"He stopped as soon as I started to cry," she sobbed. "But I was so scared! I... I thought he was angry at me and was going to hit me... He apologized over and over again. He kept telling me he wasn't going to hurt me. And... and he's leaving!"

"I'm so sorry-"

"No!" she gasped, pulling away. Her red eyes met my own, "I mean, he's leaving the Burrow. He's going off with his friend Harry, and Hermione, and they're going to go hunt down something. Something dangerous. He didn't tell me what. I'm terrified for him!"

"He'll be alright," I promised the empty words before I could stop them.

"He could get hurt out there and we won't know!" she sobbed, her hands running over her face. "What if he never comes back?"

"He will," I promised. "He has to."

"I really like him," she admitted. "He's really nice when he's not angry... and he's really funny, smart too. He says that he'd ask me to be his girlfriend, but with him leaving, he doesn't want me to worry."

"But you'll worry anyway," I spoke quietly.

She nodded, tears escaping her eyes, "How can I not? He could... he could die!"

I brushed a few tears from her face, "Let's get you to bed. You look very tired. And I'm sure you can knock some sense into him tomorrow."

She sniffled, but obeyed and I locked the back doors and made sure the fire was out before leading her to Bill and I's bedroom.

"Hey, lump," I hissed into the darkness. Bill groaned. "Get out. Josey's sleeping with me."

"She can have the middle."

"Get out, Bill. Sleep on the couch," I said coldly, shoving him from the bed.

"Oof!" he groaned as he landed on the wood. "Jules!"

Josey giggled, "Sorry, Bill."

I grinned in my triumph to cheer her up a bit and gestured for her to get in. "Quick, before he tries to steal it back."

She squealed as she jumped into the bed and took Bill's spot. Bill groaned once more at the noise and he reached up, his hand grabbing the blanket, and pulling it off the bed. I sighed and tossed him the one I had on the couch downstairs and snatching back the comforter. I slid in beside Josey and put the blankets around us, "Goodnight, Josey. Night, Bill!"

"Goodnight," Josey said quietly, turning to face me as she settled.

"Jump in a hole," Bill muttered into the wooden floor.

I giggled, but closed my eyes, my body facing Josey.

I awoke to whimpers of pain and gasps. My eyes opened to find Josey with a troubled look on her face, tossing and turning.

"Josey," I whispered, touching her shoulder. "Josey, wake up!"

"No!" she gasped, sitting straight up, her eyes wide.

"It was just a dream," I sat up as well, trying to comfort her.

"Greyback found me," she whimpered. "And he was killing Ron, and then he was coming towards me. I tried to run-"

"It's not real," I told her firmly. "None of it is, alright? If Greyback starts to get close to you, just keep telling yourself it isn't real. Now... say puppy seven times."

"Puppy, puppy, puppy, puppy, puppy, puppy, puppy," she said slowly, confused.

I smiled at her, "Good, now try to go to bed, thinking about puppies."

"Okay..." she said slowly. I waited until she was deeply asleep before joining the dreamland as well. I wasn't awoken again by her nightmares, as she didn't have any.

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