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Hugs.

Blurb ...

A happy hug, a sad hug or hugging someone tall. You may not even need a hug, but any is the best hug of all. :Series of hug related oneshots RHr HG and others DH spoilers:

CHAPTER THIRTY SIX: The Welcome Hug.

May, 1999.

Harry had to hand it to Mrs Weasley-when she threw a party, she made sure no one got hungry

Exactly a year ago, the Battle of Hogwarts was raging. Voldemort had been dead and gone for a whole year. The party at the Burrow was a mixture of celebration, and mourning. Mostly mourning.

Harry supposed he ought to feel happy, but he had been feeling miserable all day. So many people had died a year ago. He didn't think now was the time to be happy.

Many people were crowded into the lounge, including Andromeda and little Teddy. He was a year old now, and adorable in Harry's opinion. He clapped his little hands and giggled as Ginny played with him. Harry had been a year old when his parents had died-Teddy was barely a month old.

It wasn't fair.

Ron and Hermione were talking quietly in a corner. They had been together for a year now, Harry thought. They should be feeling happy, but they weren't. All he had to do was look at the Weasley clock on the wall to know why-Fred's hand was dangling uselessly at the bottom. He supposed they got off lucky. If the hand started pointing at "Dead", he thought the family would've cracked.

Charlie had come all the way from Romania to be with his family. He was talking to Bill and Fleur, the latter of which was clutching Bill's arm. Percy was now with Ginny and Teddy, and poor George was sitting silently on his own, as far away from his family as possible.

It pained Harry to see his favourite family suffering like this. He wished he could say something to help them, but nothing whatsoever occurred to him. It was times like this, he felt cut off out from the Weasley's-he had felt like he was intruding every time they had a moment about Fred in the months after he died.

Unable to sit there any longer, Harry walked around Hagrid (Who had only just fit through the kitchen door and now sat half on the stairs) and into the kitchen, where Mrs Weasley was cooking a never-ending batch of Weasley cooking. There was one thing for sure-no matter how miserable he felt, he was quite certain he wouldn't starve.

"Who's that-? Oh, Harry dear." Mrs Weasley jumped when he called out to her.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Weasley." Harry said. In an attempt to say something, he waved a hand over all the food that some people, including a sullen looking Neville, were picking at and said, "Have we got enough food d'you reckon?"

He meant it in a joking way, but he wished he'd just stayed silent. Cooking was Mrs Weasley's way of handling things-they had had four helpings of everything for weeks after Fred died.

"Oh, don't worry dear; we'll have enough to eat." She said distractingly. She shook her head slightly and left a pot of stew to simmer. She sat down at the food-laden table next to Harry. "Sorry, Harry dear-I've been a bit distracted lately."

"I think we all are." Harry said.

"Yes." Mrs Weasley agreed. "But we must take life by the hands and battle on, mustn't we?"

Harry grinned for the first time that day-Mrs Weasley had a way of making him feel better.

"Why are you in here, anyway?" Mrs Weasley asked him. "Why aren't you with Ron and Hermione and everyone?"

Harry shrugged. "I'm not sure Mrs Weasley-I just feel … a little responsible for what happened. And a little cut off."

It wasn't really true-he felt fully responsible and a lot cut off.

Mrs Weasley patted his arm. "You mustn't think that, Harry. Everyone feels responsible. Charlie believes if he got to the Battle earlier, things might have been different-Percy wishes he had come round years ago, and Ginny wishes she could've fought from the beginning. We all felt responsible for something."

"I suppose." Harry said. "But … if I had given myself up to Voldemort earlier-" Mrs Weasley had flinched slightly, but she didn't reproach him for using the name, "-maybe he would've been defeated earlier, and then maybe Fred wouldn't have-"

He stopped abruptly. Mrs Weasley smiled at him kindly.

"What happened, happened, Harry." She said. "Our actions didn't cause anything on purpose at least. He knew what he was getting himself into-we all did."

Harry continued to look glum. Mrs Weasley sighed.

"What's really wrong, Harry?" She asked. Harry sighed-trust Mrs Weasley to see right through him.

Harry looked at her. "I-feel like I'm not a part of this family-everyone in there is thinking of Fred, but I'm thinking about other things-Tonks, and Remus Lupin! Colin Creevy, and I think I'm the only one who cares about what happened to Snape. I just … feel out of place. Like I'm not a part of the Weasley's at all."

Mrs Weasley looked at him for a full minute until she stood up, pulled him to his feet and crushed him in a hug. Harry was shocked for a second, but eventually gave in and hugged her back.

"Silly Harry, you've been a Weasley right from when Ron first met you." She said.

A/N: I've been trying to upload this all day-the stupid document manager wouldn't let me. -sigh- ah well, it's here now. I was at a loss on what to call it, but MrsGrint105 requested a Harry/Mrs Weasley hug, and a Welcome hug, so yeah.

Say this is a Welcome hug, because Harry didn't feel like a Weasley, and she's ... welcoming him in? Ah well, it sounded ok in my head.

I hope you like it-i figured i'd never be able to top the H/MrsW hug from GoF, but i hope i did ok. Any requests are welcomed, along with ideas for hugs. The more ideas, the more chapters.

Reviews are always appreciated, until next time-

-Moon. : D