A/N: Posting Chapter 29 on February 29th, I wish I could say I planned this, but that would be a lie. So I'll just enjoy the serendipity. See you on March 6th. :)

The phone cases and screen protectors were selling better than Al had ever thought they would, especially at the Hogsmeade location. Muggle-born students still couldn't use their phones as communication devices, but at least they could have their phones with them. And the tablet cases and screen protectors made it so students could take notes on their tablets rather than on paper. Al was happy to hear rumors that some kids were hosting movie nights in their common rooms to watch movies they had downloaded to their devices while at home. It was emboldening to hear the stories about how the Potterbox was changing the way wizards and witches coexisted in both worlds.

He also liked that the Potterbox came with the screen protector. That was something that had always bugged him. He'd buy a phone and then have to find a case and then have to go buy the screen protector too. Hence Al had been pretty insistent with George and Ron that the case and screen protector had to come together. Thankfully, they didn't know enough to argue with him and went along with it.

The line was selling beautifully, and if Al could get the next step figured out, making the phone actually work with magic around, that iteration would sell for more, and probably better than this first one was. It looked like he'd have a nice sustaining income flow if the trend held.

Al's mind still spun a bit thinking about the whole thing when December blew in and Grandma Wesley's Christmas party rolled around.

He and El had decided to have her forgo this one in order to let her be with just his family for part of their Christmas celebration. Christmas morning with his family, dinner with Susan and Charlie, and the weekend prior to Christmas in St. John's. It was enough of a whirlwind on its own without adding the entirety of his extended family in the mix.

But Al had one other motive, aside from trying to not overwhelm their schedules. He wanted a chance to talk to Aunt Fleur, without the chance of Ellie overhearing.

Al knew he needed to talk with her once he'd calmed down enough to think straight. Because he was considering doing exactly what Aunt Fleur had done so many years prior.

"Ah, you have finally caught me alone." Aunt Fleur smiled at him as he strode into the kitchen at the Burrow.

"Am I that obvious?" Al shoved his hand in his hair.

Aunt Fleur smiled at him, "You've been watching me all evening. If Bill had noticed he might have pulled you aside."

"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be weird, I just, I need some advice."

Fleur leant against the counter, "What sort of advice?"

"Well, er, how," Al took a deep breath and started again. "How did you know you wanted to stay in England, rather than go home to France? I'm sure Uncle Bill would have gone with you."

Fleur's smile went nostalgic, softer somehow.

"Some people, they're a part of the land they live on. You can move them, but they'll always be there, in that land that their soul lives in. But others, like me," Fleur watched him for a moment before continuing, "and I think you as well, we bring our home with us. I'm as French today as I was the day I was born. You could throw me in the middle of the jungle and I'd still be as French as they come. We don't need the land beneath our feet to ground us that way."

"But don't you miss France, and being close to your family?" Al pressed against the far side of the counter.

"Yes, but we're blessed to have the means to travel back frequently. I see my family at least every other month. And I get my fix of people who speak a sophisticated language and food that's prepared properly, then I come home. Because home is where Bill is. I will always be French. But my home will always be him, it will always be where he is."

Her final words hit Al like a blast of hot air after coming in from the frozen air.

Home was where El was. It had been that way for a while now. If Al thought her aunt and uncle wouldn't have a stroke over it he'd ask El to move in with him. He turned to her constantly. He craved their time together. He lived to see her smiling face and hear her laugh.

Ellie was home.

"Leaving your country is an adjustment, Al." Fleur pulled his attention back to her. "But if you're committed to your home being a person, and not a piece of land, then it's not as difficult as it may seem."

Al smiled, "Thanks Aunt Fleur, this has been really helpful."

"Good, now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get a turn with my grandson."

Al nodded and watched his aunt glide back out to the sitting room where she commandeered Johnny from Grandpa Weasley. He smiled before moving out to the back porch and looking up at the December sky. The stars were bright above Devon and Al smiled. Aunt Fleur was right. This would always be part of him, growing up in England; it had become a piece of him, a piece that would ring true no matter where he lived. And if the first three months of sales were any indication, they'd have the money to come back and visit whenever they wanted to. His children would still know England. He wouldn't be leaving it behind for good. It would still be a part of him, no matter where he was.

"You alright?" Lily's voice sounded behind him.

"Yeah, I was just thinking."

"It's easier to do that without the crowd, huh?" Lily came to stand next to him. "Good thoughts?"

Al smiled, "Yeah, really good ones."

"Care to share?" She bumped his shoulder.

Al chuckled, "What would your thoughts be on having one more sister?"

"Seriously!" Lily squealed.

"I haven't asked, yet," Al laughed as Lily threw her arms around him.

"She's going to say yes, Al. Anyone can see she adores you. Are you going to ask over Christmas?"

"It's not out of the question." Al pushed a hand into his hair feeling the butterflies swarm his stomach before attacking his chest.

"You should!" Lily squeezed her arms around him. "It's brilliant, Al, you and Ellie. Seeing you two together gives me hope."

"You'll find someone, Lils." Al chuckled, "You're not even nineteen yet."

Lily rolled her eyes at him, "What I'm getting at is that you and Ellie haven't known each other since you were born. I guess you two are helping me see that just because things didn't work out with Lorcan doesn't mean I've missed out on my own chance at happiness."

"You'll find someone, Lils." Al kissed the top of her head. "Some bloke is going to realize how amazing you are and never let go. And if he ever steps out of line, Ted, Jamie, and I will break his neck."

Lily laughed and swatted his arm. "I'm still surprised anyone was willing to even try and date me. You three were a force."

"Honestly," Al laughed, "I'm pretty surprised too."

"Well, then you definitely owe me a sister!" Lily gave him a shove.

"I'll get right on it." Al shoved her back. "Come on, before the whole family comes looking for us."

Lily shivered, "Don't say it out loud, they've got a sixth sense. It's like summoning them."

Al opened the door. "Come on, I want more of Grandma's ginger biscuits."