George and I are roused from sleep by a very surprised Molly Weasley late that night.
"Oh, er, Audrey, dear. I was going to go to your dormitory next, but I suppose now I don't have to," she speaks quickly, startled by the sight of her son and I's intertwined limbs, probably.
Sitting up, I'm grateful my pajamas are pants and a t-shirt for once, instead of short shorts and a thin tank top. "I'm sorry, Molly. Nothing's going on between George and I. He was just very upset when we found out about Ginny, so he asked me to stay with him. I swear," I attempt to laugh it off, unsure if she's going to be angry with me.
After a short pause, she sighs, "That's so good of you, dear. You're simply a member of the family." With that, she pulls me into a hug. George shoots me a look of relief, clearly having expected his mother to be angry.
Pulling away from me, she embraces George next. "Why are you here, Mum? Not that I'm not happy to see you," he grins.
"Well, I've just been in to see Dumbledore-," Molly starts.
"Dumbledore's back?!" Fred exclaims from across the room, jumping out of his own bed and crossing to George's.
"Oh, yes. The governors all contacted him, begging for him to return after Ginny was taken. Someone else just made a return back, too," there's a twinkle of humor in Molly's eyes.
"Who?" George asks.
"Well, while we were in to see Dumbledore, Harry and Ron stumbled in with none other than your little sister. I don't know how those boys managed it, but they saved her!" Molly exclaims.
All three of us gasp and start tearing up as we grin at each other. Ginny is back!
"Yes, well, that's why a feast is being set up right this instant. Can you believe it? She's safe!"
"A feast?" Fred inquires.
"Yes, and I wish I could stay for it, but your father and I are not permitted. We have to go back home. I love you three." she hugs each of us in turn.
"I'll see you at the end of term. Oh, and Audrey?" she singles me out. "The twins mentioned that you'd like to stay with us for the summer holiday. Of course you're welcome, dear! We missed you sorely last year," she beams at me.
"Thank you, Molly. I look forward to it," I grin in return.
Then, we walk her down to the Common Room to see her and Arthur off before waiting for the feast to begin.
Settling down on the couches to wait for the feast, I yawn and stretch. "Should we get dressed?" I ask.
"No, I'm not going to," Fred sighs and sprawls in front of the fire like a cat.
"So, apparently I'm staying with you this summer?" I grin, a twinkle of joy and relief in my eye at not having to spend another summer with my uncle.
"You can't go back home! Of course you're staying with us!" George chuckles.
"Good. The Burrow's practically my home, anyway," I joke.
"It certainly is," Fred yawns.
"More importantly, I can't believe your mom caught us," I start shaking with laughter.
"Me neither," he rolls his eyes. "I'm just holding out hope she'll forget about it in the midst of Ginny's return and everything."
"Me too," I smile softly, turning my face to the heat of the fire and snuggling in closer to George.