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Molly Weasley was cleaning up the Burrow. Why must she be stuck inside on Mother's Day? It wasn't fair. When she reached the twins' pigsty of a room, she picked up one of their toy wands to throw it away. A bright light flashed before her and she fell. The hot sun beat down upon her back and turquoise water glimmered before her eyes. Molly felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around. There stood eight redheads plus Harry and Hermione. Arthur came over, drink in hand and Fred stepped forward.
"Welcome to the Caribbean, mum. Happy Mother's Day!"