Author's Note – Okay, in all honesty, I dislike this chapter. It's complete fluff until the end. There's a little background on some characters, but the best part doesn't even happen until the last line. So I can't say I'd blame you if you skipped to the last paragraph.

Lulu Loves Her Reviewers –

Amaya– The first chapter was actually a prologue. If you'll see at the top, under the chapter title, it says A Few Months Earlier :). The conversation between Tonks and Remus doesn't occur until October.

Desolation Lily – Oh, I'd love to bring back James. But if I want to stay canon I can't. JKR still hasn't specifically said (to my knowledge) that we won't see an alive Sirius, but she has said that we will not, will not, see an alive Lily and James. Also, Sirius just fell through the veil-thingy, he didn't die! -isveryreluctant-

Rating – PG-13

Disclaimer – I don't own Mr. Potter and his fellow characters.

The REAL Chapter Two – Dinner at Grimmauld Place

"I've written to Dumbledore and he says we can fetch Harry Friday evening," called Mr. Weasley through the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley smiled at him from the stove where a large pot was stirring. There were ten of them seated around the long table, all in the order except for Ginny and Ron.

"That's wonderful, dear. Perhaps it will brighten up Remus a bit. Maybe he'll come back to the house. I've been quite worried about the poor dear," she said as she leaned over the stove. But it was with good reason, she supposed, that he had been so depressed. Mrs. Weasley could only guess how difficult Sirius's death could have been for Remus. It had been as though one of his best friends had been resurrected from the dead three summers ago. Remus had been quietly ecstatic. So he wasn't the last of them after all; Sirius was innocent and he was back. Azkaban had left him a little, well a lot, worse for wear, but Sirius was still Sirius. Then, to have him wrenched away again at the hand of his own cousin, Mrs. Weasley just couldn't see how anyone could think this fair. And she could only imagine the pain it must have caused him.

Harry was another matter completely. Even though Remus's connections to James had been the same as Sirius's, Harry and he had not formed the same connection. And if Harry's behavior last year had been any indication of how he would act this summer, then he'd be a down right burden on the already dark and dreary house. Molly loved Harry as if she were her own son, and understood the terror that he had gone through, but she worried he'd bring down the already low level of happiness in the house. She had wanted to bring them all to the Burrow but neither she nor Arthur could leave the Order's headquarters for long periods of time now that Voldemort wasn't in hiding.

The deaths had started.

It was something that Molly always feared, something that she couldn't quite stand. The deaths made her want to take all of her children, all of her relatives, all that she cared about and take them out of the Order.

"Molly, is dinner almost ready?" asked Tonks from the table.

Molly finished stirring the stew and lifted the cauldron off of the stove, "Just finished. Fred, George! Would you two mind helping get this pot over to the table. And put your wands away, please." They shrugged and smirked and carried the cauldron to the table, no accidents. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes had exploded and was the most popular thing in the young wizarding world. They were selling out, almost faster than they could make their joke products, but it seemed as if the Burrow and the Weasley family themselves had had a bit of a makeover. Their robes were no longer hand-me down and the Burrow, when they managed to get home for a weekend, was standing up a little bit straighter. Molly had seemed to accept that her sons were the owners of a joke shop, and she reasoned, it's such a successful joke shop.

The people at the table wolfed down the food as though they hadn't eaten in weeks, which was absurd as Molly always cooked too much food for all of them. She smirked, it always made her happy to see them enjoying the things she made.

The doorbell rang followed by the screeches of Mrs. Black.

"I'll get it," said Molly, not quite as hungry as the rest of them seemed to be. She ignored protests and made her way to the front door. How many times must I tell them not to ring the doorbell?!

"BLOOD-TRAITORS! MUDBLOODS AND HEATHENS!" and the like continued from her picture. Tonks clumsily made her way into the hall to shut up the painting, mumbling about finding a way to get the bloody thing down.

She reached for the doorknob, "Honestly, you really should know by now that that blasted woman…" she stopped when she saw who was at the door. A lanky, bespectacled man with thick, yet neat, flaming red hair stared at her, "Percy…"