Chapter 21.
Within half an hour, father and daughter where walking up the lane towards Rons childhood home.
'Calm down. It'll be fine.'
Francheska wasn't convinced. 'Why does she hate me?'
'It was shock, she's lost all but 2 of her 7 children. She doesn't know what hate feels like.'
'Will Luke and Lara be here?'
'Yeah, they arrived 2 days ago. They're going back to Hogwarts in a few days. Harry's children are here to.'
'How many?'
'3'
'Who?'
'Lincon, 10, Jack 8 and Georgia 6.'
'Where will isleep?'
'Ginnys old room with the girls'
'When can I meet Aunt Ginny?'
'Tomorrow'
'How about granddad?'
'Whoa, whoa, whoa, what is this? 20 questions?'
'Hey! I grave information you know.'
Ron chuckled. Hermione and him were polar opposites. Him; lazy, couldn't be bothered to anything unless it was Quidditch
or snogging some random girl in a broom closet, ate like a pig, clumsy, ignorant to what was going on around him. While
Hermione (who would only go to sleep when she fell asleep from exhaustion in the common room or head room using a very
large book as a pillow), tried to make room for as much as possible in 24 hours (or more using a time turner). She hated
Quidditch with a passion and was always worrying over 'her boys' at every match. She always knew what was going on
around her, sometimes before others realized it, especially when it came to their feelings.
Ron started to get a headache at these thoughts, but smiled again at the thought of Francheska being a perfect mismatch of
both the old friends.
Before he could walk into the front door, Francheska stopped dead and was looking terrified.
'Sweetheart, stay here and I'll go and talk to them ok?'
She nodded and sat on the swing by the door. Shacking the memories of pushing Ginny when she was very small on that
very swing Ron took a deep breath and opened the door.
He found 5 children grabbing food left and right while Mrs. Weasley and Fleur looked on. No one noticed him and once
again Ron was dragged into a memory long forgotten. A memory of dinners much like this one, the first night Harry had been
back from the Dursleys and everyone was so happy to see him. The dinners were manic, the noise scaring away the bravest
animals in the fields all around the house.
Ron looked to Jack, the quietest of the lot. Jack, like Harry was more like his father than people thought and more than
looks. He was by far the most unsociable and was very much a male version of his grandmother. But there was a dullness to
his eyes, a need to be alone. He hardly ever told anyone a secret of his and if he did he would only tell Harry. He would
almost beg to go to his room and hide away. Ron had always thought if this is what Harry had been like at that age. Though
Jack did get that glint in his eyes that always meant trouble, and he was the best at Quidditch which pleased Harry greatly.
Ron then looked to the 2 female Potter children. James Potter would have died from pride at his oldest grandchild. Lincon
Potter was a nightmare, pulling pranks was as natural as breathing and as frequent as blinking, except when food was
around. She pranked everybody who crossed her path, all but her father and Uncle Moony, for good reasons to. Ron
chuckled inwardly at another memory of 6 month old Lincon holding daddy's wand, with the heart melting Potter smile which
vanished when she realized using daddy's wand wasn't a good idea, when she set the crib on fire, with her still in it.
Next to the girl was her younger sister and the youngest child, Georgia. Like her sister she was a female Harry without
glasses (at the moment) she would gladly help in a prank, but was more than likely to be found reading a book. She had as
much knowledge of magic as Lincon who was starting Hogwarts this year. She was the one Ron had clicked with the most,
as she was not only a Potter to cope with but being the youngest, they had a lot to live up to. She was too young to care, but
he was the one she went to if she just wanted a random talk.
'Uncle Ron!'
Georgia had finally noticed him standing at the door.
'Calm down. Just eat or your dad will have my head.'
The girl giggled innocently and went back to her food. Ron was still amazed at how his godchildren could be such clean
eaters after their fathers and grandfathers eating habits.
'Him mum, Fleur. How was your trip to France? Family well?'
His sister in law nodded, 'It went well, though they wished I had sent them to Beauxbatons. I keep telling them Weasley's
belong at Hogwarts and as I've brought them up in England . . . oh well.'
Ron nodded still surprised at how much she could now speak perfect English. He opened his mouth several times, but
couldn't speak. Lara noticed her only surviving blood Uncle fidgeting at the door.
'Uncle Ron, what's wrong?'
Everyone stopped dead and looked up at him. Mrs. Weasley turned white and looked to her 3 youngest grandchildren, then
back to Ron who saw and understood.
'No, no, no. Nothings happened to them . . .it's. . .well I have a surprise for you.'
Mrs. Weasley had turned back to her normal color, and looked behind her son and frowned.' What is she doing here?'
Francheska had taken the cue and had come in to stand next to her father, looking around at the family she had always
wished for.
'Mum, she's my daughter and is part of your family as well.'
She looked as if she wanted to say something, but the skinny girl walked towards her and knelt don in front of her.
'Mrs. Weasley – grandmama – I never felt like I belonged with the family I grew up with. I was beaten ad rapped since I
was 8 years old. I was 15 when Death Eaters kidnaped me. I was rapped again, but was helped to get me to Hogwarts,
where I met my mother who hated me on sight and told me she never waned anything to do with me. I was brought here, a
family I had always wanted. Then you sent me away again. I felt like everyone was going to reject me, until dad found out
about me. I'm a Weasley through an d through – '
before she could finish, her grandmother had captivated her in one of her infamous bone crushing hugs.