The Weasleys

Ginny turned around to her brothers, "A little early isn't it?" she checked her watch, "I mean, there is another hour before dinner."

"We know, but we didn't really meet your husband," Fred explained.

"And we would really like to," George added.

Ginny sighed, "He's in the kitchen."

Fred raised his eyebrow, "Cooking?"

"Well, that is the normal pastime in a kitchen."

"How many times have you cooked?" George mimicked his twin.

Ginny made a show of thinking hard, "Hmm, let me see…zero."

"And you survived?" Fred asked incredulously.

Ginny snorted, "Just because you two burn salads, it doesn't mean every man can't cook."

"We'll just pop into the kitchen and say hello to our new brother-in-law," George assured Ginny, as he and Fred walked toward the garden door.

"That's fine!" Ginny called after them, cheerfully, "Just be careful, he gets a little emotional around the full moon."

Ginny turned around and continued to set the table.

"What did you say!" Fred asked, walking around to face her.

"I said, 'he gets a little emotional around the full moon'."

"Do you know why?" George asked, warily.

Ginny looked up at him, in mock disgust, "Do you think I would invade someone's personal life like that?"

Fred and George looked at each other, and then answered together, "Yes."

"It was something to do with werewolves," Ginny replied airily, "But I didn't ask him for any details."

Fred and George started walking back toward the house.

"Don't say anything stupid!" Ginny called after their retreating backs.

Third-person POV

Fred and George followed the loud noises to the kitchen and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" came a muffled voice.

"The twins," Fred and George answered together.

"Come in."

They entered the chaos of a Molly-Weasley-rival kitchen.

Harry put something in the oven and turned around, "Hi, I'm Harry," he shook their hands, "Don't tell me, you're…" he examined them a second, "Fred," he pointed to Fred, "And George," he pointed to George.

Fred looked astounded, "Our own mother can't tell us apart, how can you?"

Harry seemed embarrassed, "I have great senses."

George looked at his twin, "What do you do for a living, Harry?"

He smiled, "I'm an 'unemployed, professional jack-of-all-trades'."

Fred reached in his coat pocket, "If you're looking for work…"

Harry held up his hand, "I don't need a business card, Fred; I've actually been to your store in Hogsmede."

"I'll consider applying," Harry continued, "but I'm not sure you want my image connected with your stores."

Fred raised his eyebrow, "What image would that be?"

Harry began making salad, "Didn't Ginny tell you?"

"Tell us what, exactly?" George asked.

"I guess she didn't tell you. Fred, can you take that bread out of the oven? Without magic?"

Fred placed the bread on the stove, to cool, "Out with it Harry, what didn't she tell us?"

Harry lifted his pant leg to reveal an ugly slice on his ankle, "See this scar?"

Fred and George nodded.

"That's where a hunter took a swipe at me, with a silver knife."

"So you're a werewolf!"

Harry nodded.

"That's too bad," George said.

"Why?"

"No dates in the full moon with Ginny," Fred answered.

Harry smiled, "I'm glad you aren't anti-wolf."

"Anything we can help you with?" George asked.

"Could you not tell anyone, please? I'd rather do it myself."

Fred pointed to the mantle, "Harry, what's that over the fireplace?"

Harry looked up, "That? That's Cerulean's shell."

"Cerulean1? Who's Cerulean?" Fred asked.

"Cerulean is the Antipodean Opaleye/Norwegian Ridgeback2 cross that I found as an egg."

"Where'd you find it?" George asked.

"In the valley about two miles north, that must have been…five years ago. I haven't seen him lately, but he does like to meet new people, so he'll probably show up later."

"Why are the pieces still up there?" Fred wanted to know.

"If I take them to far from where the egg broke, they will turn to dust."

Fred stood as close as possible and examined the golden pieces.

"I thought he was a Romanian Longhorn before he hatched, but he turned out to be the only one of his kind."

"I bet Charlie could tell you more about him, Harry, he really loves the dragons," George said as he left the kitchen.

"Wait'll we tell Charlie about him! He'll go nuts!" Fred followed his brother.

Ginny POV

The rest of the Weasley family, including Hermione, arrived an hour later.

"Ginny! It's good to see you!" Molly Weasley enveloped her daughter

"It's good to see you too Mum."

"Now, where is the kitchen?"

"Mum, you promised you'd let Harry cook, tonight!"

"I know dear, but I'm sure he could use a little help."

"He doesn't need any help."

"Fine, I won't cook, but I will give him this Yorkshire pudding I made."

Ginny smiled, "Mum! You do way to much."

Molly smiled as well, "I know it, and I can't help it."

Molly followed her daughter through the house, "Here's the kitchen, Mum."

The two women walked through the door, Charlie was listening to him talk about Cerulean, "He was never that violent and I've never seen him eat anything other than fish."

"I've only known Norbert to eat any fish, even though Ridgebacks are supposed to eat underwater life often."

"Cerulean really likes to play, he used to hide from me all the time."

"Really? Has he ever burned anything down?" Charlie was obviously very interested.

"Nothing but the odd bush, he did breathe fire about an hour after he hatched though.

"Sorry for interrupting, Harry dear, but I was wondering if you needed help."

He smiled, "Not really, I'm just waiting for everything to finish, but I will take that Yorkshire pudding you brought."

Molly's mouth dropped, "How'd you know what I brought?"

He seemed embarrassed, "Being a werewolf gives you an incredible sense of smell."

Molly smiled, "I'm glad you aren't reading minds or something like that."

He smiled, "I'm glad you don't care about my problem," he began to take dishes out of the oven, "Everything is ready, Mrs. Weasley, could you please help me carry it outside? I don't trust the twins with food."

Molly raised her wand, "Of course, dear, and please, call me Molly, we are family after all."

"I will, Molly, and thank you," they jointly levitated everything down to the garden.

Tonks and Remus suddenly appeared, "Wotcher, Harry! Long time no see!"

"It's good to see you too, Nymph…"

"Not in front of everyone else, Harry, I've just gotten them all to call me Tonks."

He blushed, "Oh, right, Tonks, I haven't seen you since…"

"…That special mission to Germany, what? Seven years ago? I remember it had something to do with werewolves and…"

"…Vampires, they were having issues about working together, something about the vampires attacking the werewolves during the day and creating vampiric werewolves, a lot like Remus on the first moon of the year.

He and Tonks laughed at Remus's expression.

Remus wrapped his arm around Tonks and kissed her on the cheek, "I'm going to get you both for that. You've gotten a Marauder angry!"

He gestured to the table, "Sit down, lovebirds."

"Thanks, Harry!" Tonks led Remus over to the end of the table.

Harry POV

After everyone sat down, they began eating…and talking. Loudly. It was hard for Harry to hear anyone individually. So once he was finished, he left the table and walked around to the other side of the house. Harry sat down on the grass and whistled. Cerulean alighted next to him. At ten feet long, Cerulean was extremely small for a dragon. Harry scratched Cerulean's blue-scaled head absentmindedly, staring up at the stars.

"Hello, Harry."

Harry inclined his head a fraction, "Remus."

Remus sat down beside him on the grass. In a moment he spoke, "Harry, I'm sorry I haven't been up here lately…"

Harry looked up, his eyes red with anger, "'Lately'! Five years is not 'lately'!"

"I'm sorry, but after Sirius died I was too sad…"

"Don't talk to me about being sad, Remus! You don't know sad! Sad is living without any human contact for five years!"

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I'm here for you and I'm not leaving you…"

"That's funny, I remember you said that right after you bit me. You said you'd be there until I was ready for you to leave, and then Sirius died and you weren't even there the first full moon, or any moon after that," Harry dissolved into tears. After a minute he looked up, fear behind his eyes, "Oh God, Remus, I didn't mean any of it…"

Remus shook his head, "Yes, you did mean it and I'm glad you got all that out privately, I don't want to think about how the Weasleys would've reacted."

Harry enveloped Remus in a hug, "I'm sorry."

1 pronounced (ser-U-le-an)

2 See Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander.

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