Hermione isn't able to walk on her left leg for another week now. It's already been one month, and in that time she's done a lot of things. She's found her big sister. She's put her parents behind bars for child abuse. She's been adopted by the Weasley's. Yes, a very busy month indeed.
She's currently out in the garden, staring up at the stars. Fred sits on her left and George is on her right. They've become like extensions of her, and tonight is the last night they're going to be able to spend like this for a while. Tomorrow they're going to Hogwarts. At least she'll still have Grace - who is staying here until the press leave her alone and she gets a job. Turns out returning from the dead creates quite a lot of interest. Though her reply to one very persistent journalist, Rita Skeeter, was very amusing. She said, and I quote, "Quit bugging me about something that didn't happen or you'll find out if it is actually possible yourself." Most of them didn't ask her about it then, but that doesn't stop them from asking me or the Weasley's.
"You're thinking about Rita Skeeter again." Come the amused voices of Fred and George. Hermione looks at them and smirk. She doesn't need to tell them they're right. They start planning pranks that they can do at Hogwarts, and naming a few that they can't do without her. None of them noticing the two older siblings watching them from the balcony on one of the bedrooms.
Grace lets a small, soft smile play at her lips, not the usual grin she wears. Charlie chuckles softly at the trio discussing pranks on the grass. When Grace glances at him he explains.
"I remember sitting there on summer nights, discussing our plans for the future. You wanted to be a lawyer, one of the best."
"And you wanted to be just like Will-" Grace starts to respond.
"Bill" Charlie corrects.
"I'll call him whatever the hell I want. Anyway, you wanted to be just like Will and become a Curse Breaker. Then one day in a Care of Magical Creatures class we got onto the topic of dragons and your eyes lit up with excitement. You really wanted to meet one and helped Hagrid out as much as you could so that he would take you into the Forbidden Forest so you could meet one. Never worked though. But he told his friend about you and his friend got you a job at a ranch. You loved it, loved the dragons. I missed you whilst you were in Romania." By the end Grace's smile had turned sad. Charlie felt even happier though, he had got a transfer and was just waiting for Bill to get to the Burrow so he could tell everyone at once.
"Does Bill know you're back?" Charlie asked
"If he's been reading the news then he should. And if he hasn't I don't think he deserves to know. And he's called Will, Charles." With that last comment she turns and runs downstairs to the kitchen. Charlie following, calling for revenge. They get through the kitchen door just as Fred and George are helping Hermione through the back door. Mrs Weasley is just putting the last dish on the table as the whole family sits around the table. The meal is eaten with as much speed as possible by all the Weasley males, apart from Percy and Mr Weasley, and conversation flows easily. But just as they're about to tuck into pudding a call of Grace stops them all. Bill Weasley is standing in the doorway, a backpack on the floor beside him and a look of pure shock on his face.
