A/N ~ this is a really short chapter and it is just a filler :) Reviews are much appreciated. The next chapter should be up in a few days, I did try and keep them together but it didn't work so I wrote them separately.

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Molly Weasley hated Christmas.

She could remember being a small girl and getting a piece of fruit and a knut for Christmas, sometimes she got a little doll with blonde curled hair and pure pink lips and baby blue eyes. She appreciated these presents no end and looked after her different dolls with unending gentleness and care. She could remember saving her galleons and buying sheets of fabric in all different colours, she would then use the fabric to make dresses robes and such for her dolls. Her speciality was making jumpers with thick strong wool to keep them warm in the winter months, while they waited on their new sister doll. Her favourite doll was given to her when she was just seven years old; it had long red curls that shone in the light and striking green eyes with lips a pale pearly pink. It had been Molly's dream to present that dolly to Ginny but unfortunately Ginny had no time for dolls at all so Molly decided to wait and give the doll to her granddaughter. But Christmas had changed, now children demanded lots of different toys and money that got broken and spent before the new year, children got so much that most of them don't know how to be grateful. If you get children lots of presents every year and then one year you get them something small but meaningful, chances are that the child wouldn't care as much as they should do. When she had Bill everything had been fine, Arthur had his job and they even got him a toy broomstick for his first Christmas, Charlie came next and although they had to cut down of some luxuries they still coped and loved to two boys whole heartedly. Percy was the breaking point, he wanted all different books and clothes because he cared what everyone else thought and it turned out he was ashamed to have grown up in their family. They spent so much on Percy, just trying to keep him happy, that the twins and Ron went without a lot of things they had hand me down pets, robes, brooms, books and even wands.

Molly Weasley's hand tightened on the large wooden spoon she was stirring the steaming soup with, Percy hadn't spoken to them for a year and this was going to be another Percyless Christmas. Oh how she wished that she could have given him everything, she would have bought him every book and sold all her personal belongings so she could give him money, she would do anything to have her son back. The fact one of her own children had disowned her made her deeply ashamed, she wasn't sure if it was in herself for not having enough money to keep him happy or in Percy himself.

"If Percy has been ashamed of his family just because how much they are worth then it shows that he is worth little himself. Percy is a great boy but he cares what people think, he likes to act intelligent but by leaving your house he showed a great naiveness. Lots of people have money, the Malfoys for example, but even Draco Malfoy would give away all that money just for a loving home where his father paid attention to him and loved him more that the Dark Lord. Your family is the most loving and caring one I have had the pleasure to meet and Percy was foolish to leave, he will realise what he done in time. These are dark times, money and nice clothes can't help you know, Percy will come back for forgiveness and you will forgive him, I am not sure yet if you're easy forgiveness is something to be admired or cautioned."

Albus Dumbledore's voice slipped through her water like water, calming her thoughts and easing her pain. He was right, of course, Percy would come back and everyone will welcome him with open arms.

Molly Weasley sighed loudly as the pictures of her husband's and her four youngest children's faces appeared in her mind. Arthur, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny would not find it easy to forgive him but Molly would make them forgive him because she wanted her full family together because they needed each other to help them through this war.

The war. It was haunting her. She couldn't sleep for thinking about it and she wasn't eating as much as she should. In fact, thinking of the war had put her right of the soup in front of her, luckily it wasn't for her. George was ill and had to take time off work so Molly insisted that he stay with them at the Burrow until he was fit again. It made her feel like she was still needed and she was giving George her total concentration and affection. Not that he was grateful. He was constantly whining to be taken to the shop where Fred was working extra long hours.

The bang of the front door notified her of Fred arriving home.

"Bloody hell!"

"Ronald Weasley don't let me hear that language again!" Molly snapped as her youngest sons loud voice carried through from the living room.

"MUM!" Fred's impatient voice nearly made her drop the bowl that she was pouring soup into and very nearly scalding her hands. Grumbling under her breath at the impatience of her son, Molly Weasley kicked open the kitchen door and entered the living room prepared to give a lecture they would never forget.

SMASH!

"What in Merlin's name is going on in here?" George Weasley entered the living room, his nose running and a blanket draped over his red striped pyjamas, to see his mother standing still in the doorway, a bowl of hot onion soup smashed on the floor at her feet.

Molly Weasley ignored the fact her ill son had gotten out of bed because she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her son ... Fred and a girl wearing a Christmas jumper and quite clearly unconscious, both of them bleeding from some wound or another.

"Bloody hell ..."

Fred gently lay the blonde haired girl on the faded red couch, pausing to brush a stray curl back of her forehead, before turning wide eyed to him mother.

"Mum, you have to help her. She was in the Leaky Cauldron! She fainted when we apperated back here. Mum? ... Mum! She needs help!"