"What time did you say the others were supposed to come?" Molly asked her shoulder length red hair glistened in the morning sun.
"When I talked to Sirius yesterday at lunch, he mentioned that he, Rochelle and the kids would be arriving at 2, Frank said around 2:30, Remus 3, James 3:30, and once again, Kendra and Edward can't make it." He finished with a sigh. Molly frowned, then said,
"I wonder what's going on with them; actually, I haven't talked to them in a while."
"James tells us it has to do with one of their daughters."
"Do you know if she is sick?" Molly asked her husband with a concerned look on her face.
"He hasn't said anything, so naturally, I have no idea." At that moment, the parents heard many footsteps ascending the stairs.
The adults looked to the door frame, and saw 5 of their 7 children standing in the door.
"Morning Mum, morning Dad," They said, each looking from one parent to the other. Both adults nodded good morning, and Mrs. Weasley was out of her seat starting breakfast. It was now about ten, and they had only 4 hours to get things in order. As Mrs. Weasley was flipping the sausages, she said,
"We have four hours to get this place cleaned up, and I want all of you cleaned up as well. Ron, she addressed the youngest Weasley sun first. If you come down here wearing that shirt for the third time this week, you'll have extra chores. Fred, and George, she said to the twins, who were the second youngest. Keep all your jokes to yourself; we have too many guests coming for you to play with that nonsense. Ginny, she finally addresses the youngest child and the only girl. Try to wear something other than Jeans and a T-shirt; actually, that goes to all of you." Mrs. Weasley finished her (what sounded like a well practiced speech,) and in turn, handed each of her children a large helping of breakfast. A tapping on the window drew there attention. Mrs. Weasley was closest, so she unlatched the window to admit the owl. It soared in through the open window and landed next to Ron with a letter attached to its leg. Untying the letter, Ron unfolded it and it read:
"Ron,
Hope you are having a nice summer. I heard a lot of people are coming to your house, and I wanted to tell you that I'm not going to make it. My family and I are going on vacation. We leave the tenth, and we aren't coming back until the thirty-first. Harry told me about the destruction of Hogsmeade that happened a few days ago. Do your parents know anyone by the name of Hollianne? I know someone named Holly, and I told Harry this. His mum seems worried about it. I'm not of course, but all the same. Well, I've got to go help Lina with her packing, so I'll write when I can.
Hermione."
Ron scanned the letter one more time then asked,
"Mum, dad? Do you know anyone by the name of Hollianne?" Arthur looked at Molly with a bewildered look then said,
"We know someone of that name, but we've never seen her in person." He said with a scowl.
"She dated Percy when they were in second year I believe, but we never new why they broke up. I know it hurt him, and he never talked about it." Molly added, with a similar expression on her face.
"I liked little Hollianne, always ambitious, kinda reminds me of Hermione." Bill said smiling, and then added, "She'd always call me Billianne, and I know for certain that she broke up with Percy for good reasons." The two adults looked at their eldest Son with confusion clearly written on their faces. Bill sighed, then asked,
"Do you wish for me to explain?" The room became quiet, and all eyes were on Bill, the only sound was the clinking of silverware and the soft thud of cups.
Bill's Flashback:
A younger looking Bill sat at a corner table in the noisy Gryffindor Common Room with his textbooks sprawled open across the table, and in front of him was a roll of parchment. He was scribbling furiously, when a younger girl's voice called out,
"Bill, Bill!"
The young boy lifted his head to find a second year running through the room, tripping every once in a while over couch pillows, book bags, and even a few chairs.
"Hollianne?" Bill asked the young girl when she made it safely to the table. The young girl's clothes were torn, and her face was tearstained, her hair wasn't its normal ocean wavy dark blond, and her eyes were what shocked him the most. Her right eye wasn't its normal happy dark blue, but it looked hurt, mistrustful, and scared. The left was... for lack of a better word--missing.
"Hollianne? What happened, and where is your cane?" Bill asked. The little girl sat in the chair across from him and then said,
"I was walking down the charms corridor when I heard Percy talking to Penelope. He said stuff like, (I'm going out with the blindy because I feel bad for her.) or (The retard can't get a date even if one bit her in the ass.) or (She's embarrassing to be around, that stupid cane makes her look more disabled than she really is.) or (To bad something that good looking is wasted on a sightless freak.) or (Maybe if I shouted she'd hear me.) or (I think I'm getting infected with that green goo that seeps out of her fake eye.) or (Maybe if I got in her face, she'd be able to see me.) or (I can't believe the blindy is beating me in every class, she can't even read.) or (She's only getting good grades, because the teachers do the work for her. This is why she's a year ahead of me in all classes.) Or other things of that nature. He thinks I have no feelings! So I did the next best thing to hurt him. I went around the corner, and now he's in the hospital wing, and Madam Pomfrey can't figure out which potion to use on him, because I hexed him unrecognizable. I may have gotten two months worth of detentions from McGonnagall, and 100 points taken away from our house, but I really don't care."
Bill sat quiet for a moment thinking over what she had said,
"Why in the world would he say a thing like that?"
"I don't know!" Hollianne said in between sobs.
"You still haven't answered my other question." Bill said to her.
"AFTER I was finished with Percy, Penelope punched me in the face, succeeding in knocking out my left eye, and took my cane to shatter it, and after that, she threw my wand to the side and pulled my hair, and at the same time, ripped my clothes."
"And McGonnagall didn't care about your appearance?"
"I don't think she was really paying attention, and she went to talk to Dumbledore and owl your parents."
End of Bill's flashback:
"You guys know what happened after that." Bill finished with a sigh. The adults looked at each other, Molly was crying.
"And it was because of us that she was home schooled, wasn't it?"
"No, it was the deciding factor though. Earlier that year she had squashed other students, but it was always the same thing, people just can't except that Hollianne is a very bright girl, they don't realize that she works twice as hard as the other students. If what she tells me is correct, she took her NEWT's by fourth year."
The entire room was in shock. Mrs. Weasley looked horrified, and Mr. Weasley just sat there in deep thought.
"So I suppose having a disability is worse to Death Eaters than having muggle parents?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Only because Voldemort fears her." Bill replied.
"Why does Voldemort fear her?" Mrs. Weasley questioned.
"I think it's because she knows what can destroy him. Obviously we have no idea." Bill said to his mum.
"Does Dumbledore know about this?" Arthur inquired.
"I don't think so," Bill replied, "but maybe he does, I really don't know what he knows."
After these last words, Mrs. Weasley jumped to her feet and started giving commands.
"We have only 3 hours," She said as she took the breakfast dishes. "Bill, go help your Dad clean this house from top to bottom," Mrs. Weasley now had many knives cutting, dishrags washing, and pots boiling. "Fred and the rest of you go clean your rooms, and then I'll have more chores for you when you're finished. She was now stirring one of the boiling pots. All the children went to work; they didn't want to get in Mrs. Weasley's way when she had so much food to prepare.
Ginny was the first to enter the kitchen a half an hour later.
"Ginny, go get all your clothes, and put them in this basket," and with a flick of Mrs. Weasley's wand a basket appeared, "tell your brothers when they come down the stairs I want there things too, and remind them I want the garden de-gnomed," and Mrs. Weasley left Ginny to tackle her siblings. Around 12:30, Fred, George, and Ron came in sweating horribly. "After lunch, all of you need to get upstairs and take a shower." Bill and Mr. Weasley came in a few minutes later and took there places at the table.
"Mum?" Ron asked, "are we housing all 41 kids, and 10 adults?"
Mrs. Weasley looked at Ron, and said,
"Yes, but I'm not sure what to do with all of them." Mrs. Weasley looked at her husband.
"Maybe with the other adults we can stretch the rooms." He suggested.
"We'll have to see what the others think first," She replied. After lunch all the Weasley's went to take there well deserved showers.
At four o'clock on the nose, all of the children were in the sitting room. At a card table, Ron and Bill play chess while Neville, Carianna, Harry, Anastasia, Kira, Christopher, Kevin, Dustin, Nattily, Emma, Wen Wei, Robert, Savannah, Jack, and Caitlyn watch. Fred and George sit at another table handling a piece of paper, and Clayton, Gracie, Dale, Neil, and Jane watch over the twins. Ginny sat in a chair reading a book to the younger children. Jacob, Taylor, Hayden, Yvonne, Meghan, Grant, Marshall Brice, and Benjamin sit around the chair, and in her arms, Georgette and Steven sit in her arms.
In the kitchen the adults were talking. Mrs. Weasley was at the stove watching over the pots, and Rochelle was beside her chopping more vegetables, Lily at the sink was skinning potatoes, Joanna and Alice was beside her putting together a cake for dessert. The men were sitting at the table holding the youngest children. Molly is the first to speak.
"This was brought to my attention this morning. How are we going to house all of you?" Rochelle looked sideways and said,
"Stretch the rooms, maybe?" She suggested.
"That's what I was thinking," Molly replied.
"We'll have to do a lot of stretching to fit all the children." Lily commented. Alice and Joanna nod in agreement.
"Are we having an order meeting soon?" Joanna asked.
"I believe we will in three days if Albus tells us correct." Alice answers. The adults look thoughtful, and then Sirius speaks up.
"So the next time we go to battle, are we going to get ambushed was that masked figure that thinks she is helping?"
James glares at Sirius then retorts,
"If she hadn't come last time I would probably have gone to St. Mungos, Joanna could have had more than a broken leg, Sirius, you'd be dead, and Remus would have gone with me to St. Mungos with brain damage."
That must have been the wrong thing to say, because Lily had her wand out and strode toward her husband. With a menacing look she put the wand to James chest and growled,
"Are you trying to tell me that I can't take care of my family?" Her hair was wild and her eyes blazing mad. James choked out,
"That's not what I meant..." He gulped as Lily's gaze grew fierce. The room was quiet; no one dared step in front of her.
"Do you wish me to use that same curse on you right now? Lets see if your precious Hollianne comes to the rescue!" James gasped, and he had a horrified look on his face. The two 9-month children in his arms started to squirm. James stuttered,
"L-L-L-L-Lily," Lily wasn't paying attention. Many things happened at once. Rochelle and Joanna grabbed the twins out of James arms, and ran out of the room Sirius, Remus, and Frank followed her. Molly disarmed her, Alice stunned her, and James slid out of his chair to catch Lily before she hid the ground. Alice and Molly looked at each other horrified, and they too left the room.
James turned Lily over in his arms so she was facing him. He gazed down at her, searching Lily's face for a trace of what had just happened. Lily's eyes locked with his, and he saw regret, sadness, and a plea for him to forgive her. James looked at her sadly with a questioning look, and Lily's eyes were filling with tears. James stroked her hair a couple of times, and then bent close to her ear, and whispered,
"There is no one I trust more with my life than you," then he gave her temple a soft kiss, "but sometimes we all need help achieving that trust." James gazed into her eyes again, and saw that they were smiling. Still shaking, James pulled from his robes his wand and whispered,
"Ennervate."
A second later Lily sat up, and wrapped her arms around James. She buried her head in his shoulder crying and muttering things he could not understand. James held her close rubbing her back. A few silent moments passed between them, and she finally lifted her and said,
"I'm sorry," James opened his mouth to say something, but Lily put her finger to his lips, "I was stress that day--I was worried that I would lose you--I don't trust those people in the masks--I thought she was giving me a potion to finish you off--was Lily's eyes filled with tears again, "and when you two hugged," She took a shuddering breath, "And I saw how much you cared for her," she gulped, and hung her head, "I thought I had lost you." James fought back the laughter that boiled inside him.
"You thought I was cheating on you with a 19-year-old?" He asked. Lily nodded, and then James lifted her chin to meet his gaze. "I have never had that thought cross my mind." He leaned closer to her then added, "Actually, it would be quite disturbing if I were to cheat on you with Hollianne." Lily smiled, and James kissed her.
Alice, Molly, Rochelle, and Joanna entered the kitchen and found the couple sitting on the floor. Joanna bent down to Lily's height and asked,
"Are you going to be ok?"
Lily smiled at Joanna and nodded. By this time, Molly called Arthur, Bill, Sirius, Remus, and Frank into the kitchen to set up the tables outside in the warm summer's air. On the floor Lily gave her husband one more hug, before she got to her feet, and resumed her work on the last of the potatoes.
A half an hour later, all the families surround the garden tables chatting and eating happily. After dinner, the adults went around the house enlarging the room, and duplicating the beds. Putting the children to bed that night was hectic, and it wasn't until midnight that the parents had alone time.
A/N: I just finished this, so I hope it doesn't suck. Tell me what you think in a review! I won't know what you like about the story until you do.