Molly opened her mouth to yell, Laura interceded before she could speak.

"Mrs. Weasley," she implored softly, "loud noises upset Harry, could you please refrain from yelling?"

Molly looked at Harry, who was staring at her wide, fearful green eyes, and forced herself to calm down. It wouldn't do to have the brat fear her. She smiled with false warmth at the girl who'd interrupted her.

"Of course, dear."

She turned to her brothers and demanded, calmly,

"Why didn't you tell me you were still alive? We've been grieving for eight years!"

Fabian's face contorted in anger, causing Harry to cower. Laura stepped in again,

"As was I, Mrs. Weasley, but it was necessary. Instead of accusing and yelling and causing bad feelings in general, why not allow Dad and Uncle Gideon to explain?" she asked, using the same soft, soothing voice as before. Molly once again found herself calming immediately. The Weasley children stared at the girl claiming to be their cousin in amazement. No one interrupted Molly Weasley mid-rant. Ever. Laura grinned at them before turning to Molly, her eyes wide and innocent, despite her harsh words. Molly immediately caved at the pleading look, her mothering instincts temporarily taking precedence over her greedy, harpy-like personality.

"Oh, you poor thing! You must have been so worried about your father!" she cooed to the teen, who nodded sadly, making tears form in her eyes. Her father and uncle gaped at her. Molly glared at the two men, pulling the girl into a hug. Fabian was the first to recover.

"Molly, why don't we take this to the sitting room? Let the children get to know each other while Gideon and I explain everything?"

Molly released her niece and nodded, not noticing the hair Laura pulled from her head with a hastily muttered preservation charm. The adults left the room, though Molly insisted her youngest two be present. Laura smirked as soon as the red-headed banshee was out of sight, chuckling when she was sure the woman was out of ear shot. The Weasley boys stared at her in shock, while Harry giggled. She grinned and ruffled the kid's hair before turning to look at their cousins. She raised a brow when they continued to stare.

"See something you like, boys?" she drawled. The boys blushed and averted their eyes, causing Harry to collapse in a fit of giggles. Laura smirked at her brother.

"What's so funny, Harrykins?"

He snickered.

"You don't say anything when Michael stares at you."

The other brow joined the first.

"Maybe that's because I want him staring at me, Har-bear."

Harry scowled at her, but let the Weasley boys change the subject.

"Who are you?" asked the long-haired Weasley. Laura grinned at him.

"I, my dear cousin, am Laura Dorea Potter-Prewett and this is my little brother Harry James Potter-Prewett. You may call me Lorey and him Midget." she told him seriously, grinning at Harry's indignant 'Oi!'. The boys laughed, breaking the tension. Two identical boys stepped forward and bowed, the one on the left began to speak.

"I'm Gred and this is my…"

"…twin Forge." finished the one on the right. Laura's grin widened.

" 'Lo Fred and George." she said amiably. They stared at her in shock, then laughed delightedly.

"I think we're going to…"

"…get along just fine…"

"…cousin dearest."

Laura laughed with them, then turned to the other three.

"And you are?"

The one who's spoken earlier answered first.

"I'm Bill, this is Charlie," he pointed to the stockier of the three, " and that's Percy." he pointed to the bookish-looking boy on the other side of Charlie. Laura and Harry both grinned.

"Brilliant to meet you! Now, let's go see how much trouble we can get into before your mum goes apocalyptic."

Bill, Charlie, and Percy shook their heads, none wanting to catch their mother's ire. Laura shrugged.

"Your choice. Watch Harry for me, would you? I don't want him to get caught in the middle."

The three boys nodded and Charlie held out his hand, which Harry took after getting an encouraging nod from his sister. Laura smiled when Charlie began telling the nine-year-old about dragons. She headed out of the room, gesturing for Fred and George to follow.