A/N: So Luna finally lifted the block on the Weasley dinner scene. I know that the story is jumping around a bit and I'd apologize but…well, it makes it more interesting this way. Right? You don't like it? Then why are you still reading it? Besides it's not like it's my fault. The people in my head tell me what to write and I just do as they bid and this is the way Luna wanted it written. She's the boss. So if you don't mind the lack of continuity then please read on.

Also I can't do a French accent to save my life so please forgive me for butchering Fleur and Gabrielle's voices.

Dinner with the Weasleys

Part I

Chapter Summary: Luna, Harry, Sherlock, John, Andi and Teddy are all invited to dinner at the Burrow. With ALL of the Weasleys and a few surprise guests.

Harry sighed heavily as he and John landed outside the front gate to the Burrow. "This is going to be a very long evening," he told the older man.

John gave him a faint frown of confusion. "Why did you accept the invitation if you didn't really want to come?" He asked.

"Why do you call Harry every week?" Harry asked with a bitter smile. "Why does Sherlock go to Mycroft's Christmas dinners?"

John frowned a bit harder. "Because they're…ah, right. Family duty and all that." He laid a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I can understand that but you could still have said no if just standing outside this house is making you this tense."

"Harrymine shouldn't worry so," Luna said and placed a hand on Harry's back in a soothing gesture. "There will be someone far more interesting than the Weasleys find him here tonight."

Sherlock snorted as he regained his equilibrium. "Of course there will be. You're going to be at dinner and so am I. Compared to us Harry and John are boring and normal."

Luna gave a light laugh and grinned at her tall friend. "The Weasleys don't find me interesting, SherlockHolmes. They find me odd and strange. They much prefer to visit with Harrymine without me around to distract them with my creatures and my random comments."

Harry stepped over to her and wrapped an arm over her shoulders before kissing the top of her head. "And I prefer visiting them with you around. You make everything brighter for me and I can't imagine dealing with Ron and Ginny without you."

John joined the small group and nodded his agreement. "I don't know any of them so I'm beyond pleased that you'll be there with us." He smiled softly when Luna's grin turned to bathe him in its brightness. "So whose coming to dinner with us that is so very interesting?"

Luna's grin became mischievous. "Why no one of course," she giggled and twirled away from them. "FlynnCarson's attraction to blondes is well documented. It is no wonder my cousin fascinates him."

"What does Carson have to do with a guest that apparently doesn't exist?" Sherlock scowled. He hated being confused but it seemed to be a nearly constant state around Luna. Though he was usually better off than everyone except Harry. Harry always seemed to understand what Luna was talking about. Probably why she'd agreed to marry him.

Sure enough no sooner had he spoken than Harry started to laugh. "Flynn's ex? Really? Oh that is just too good," Harry snickered. "I can't wait to see which of the available Weasleys is dating Flynn's ex."

Sherlock and John both turned shocked gazes on Luna. "How in the world did Flynn's ex learn about the Wizarding World and Flynn didn't?" John wondered.

Luna opened her mouth to answer but the front door to the Burrow opened and a blond blur launched itself at Harry babbling in French. Harry wrapped his arms around the slight form that turned out to be a teenage girl. "Hello, Gabby," Harry laughed. "I didn't know you were in the country."

"Oui," the girl nodded and disentangled herself from Harry. "Maman and Papa are on a romantic getaway for two weeks and I am visiting Fleur and Beel." She turned her attention to Sherlock and John and smiled cordially. "Who are your friends, 'Arry? 'Ello, Luna, 'ow are you?" She kissed Luna's cheeks quickly and returned her gaze to the two men.

"Gabrielle Delacour please meet Sherlock Holmes and John Watson," Harry introduced the duo to the girl.

"Ooo, my papa speaks very 'ighly of you, Meester 'Olmes," Gabrielle reached forward and took one of his hands in both of hers. "I thank you for saving 'im as you did."

Sherlock tilted his head a bit and then he nodded. "Ah, Jaques Delacour. I remember now." He gave Gabrielle a smile that John recognized as his 'I'm humoring you but you are so very boring in your gratitude for something so simple' smile. "Think nothing of it. I was happy to help."

Gabrielle gave him back a sunny smile and tugged him toward the open door. "You weel sit wit' me tonight, Meester 'Olmes." She announced airily.

Sherlock sent them a panicked look over his shoulder and John stepped forward to intervene but Harry took his shoulder and stopped him. John turned to look at him and Harry shook his head. "It's best not to get in Gabby's way. She's Veela and she hasn't learned control yet. Unless you want to eat fireballs I'd let her have her way."

"Fireballs?" John squeaked.

Luna and Harry nodded seriously. Then Harry put an arm over Luna's shoulders and motioned towards the house. "Shall we?"

Dazed and more than a little worried about what the teenage girl would do when Sherlock insulted her John followed Harry and Luna into the strange house.

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John stared around him in utter amazement. He knew about Wizard's Space. He knew that it was relatively easy to make the inside of a room bigger than the outside. There were lots of rooms at Grimmauld Place that Harry, Luna and the elves had played with. But this was…well…amazing wouldn't put too fine a word to it.

There must have been fifty people crammed into the parlour of the strange house. Talking, laughing, calling across the room to each other. It was noisier than a Taliban bombing. John fought the urge to cover his ears. How did this many people manage to fit into a room that looked so very small? And how could any of them hear anything? He turned panicked eyes to Harry and Luna but they were already engaged in a conversation with that Granger woman and a tall redheaded man.

He was heartily glad that he'd left his Browning at home when someone bumped into him and he nearly jumped a foot. As nervous as all the noise was making him he would have shot the person before he'd even thought.

"Oh, John!" Gran Andi smiled at him. "I'm so sorry. There's so many people and I…well, anyway, I didn't mean to bump you." She gave his wide eyes a considering look and took his elbow in her hand. "John? Would you mind doing me a huge favor, dear?"

John shook his head. "No, of course not, Gran Andi. What did you need me to do for you?" He hoped whatever the task was it would get him out of this increasingly tiny room and away from the abundance of noise.

"I've sent Charlie's girlfriend outside with the children. Poor thing was completely overwhelmed by all of the Weasleys about. Could you go and give her a hand with them?" Gran Andi gave him a pleading look. "I'm sure she'd be grateful for a bit of company of the non-red head variety."

John's face blossomed in a grin of relief. "Of course, Gran Andi. I'll go find her now. I know that a bunch of kids together can be a bit of a handful." He gave the woman a hug and trotted back out the way he'd come in.

John drew in deep lungfuls of air as soon as he'd reached the yard. Dinner was going to be an exercise in patience and not panicking, he could already tell. He was suddenly not looking forward to this at all.

"Bit much aren't they?" A female voice asked from behind and to the side of him. "Did the dark haired woman banish you to 'watch the kids' too?"

John spun around and eyed the blonde woman warily. He relaxed slowly as he saw the baby in her arms and the small girl clinging to her leg. "Yes, they are. Sorry still a bit twitchy." He cocked his head at her. "Is Teddy out here?"

The words were barely out of his mouth before he felt a weight around his knees and he stumbled. "Unca John! Unca John! Can N'cole really kill a man 54 ways with her bare hands?" Teddy's voice came from the form latched around his knees and he looked down at the child's shining face and then up to the blonde that looked suddenly sheepish. He raised a brow at her.

"I didn't realize he could hear me," she told John. "I was threatening Charlie. I thought I was quiet enough," she shrugged. "His guardian is going to kill me isn't she?"

"I have very good hearing," Teddy informed her. "Unca Harry says it's cuz my daddy was a werewolf."

"Was he?" Nicole asked slowly as though not sure how to react to that.

"Yes and Gran Andi won't kill you," John laughed. "She hasn't murdered Harry or Sherlock as yet and they say much worse. Sherlock even had Teddy here helping him dissect a human foot last week and she just wrinkled her nose and told them to take a shower when they were finished." John pried Teddy's arms from his leg and hefted him up in his arms. "John Watson by the way," he thrust out one hand to the blond as the other held Teddy securely on his hip.

She took his hand in her own and smiled. "Nicole Noone," she replied.

John laughed again and shook his head. "Really? Luna really was spot on. I assume it's spelled n-o-o-n-e?"

Nicole nodded a bit and eyed him suspiciously. "How did you know that? And who is Luna? What was she right about?"

John grinned at her suspicions. "Luna told me about the surprise dinner guest that was dating Charlie. She's the blond…er, you weren't in the room were you? Anyway you'll meet her at dinner I'm sure. Anyway she told us that 'No one' was coming to dinner. Don't tell Sherlock how you spell your last name, would you? I want to see how long it takes him to catch on."

Teddy bounced impatiently on John's hip. "Take me to see the pond, Unca John? Peease? An' Vicky too." He pointed at the tiny girl still hiding behind Nicole. "She wants to see the pond too."

John turned his head to his nephew. "And what did Gran say to that plan, little wolf?" Teddy squirmed and ducked his head looking up at his uncle through turquoise bangs. "That's what I thought so no, not now Teddy. Not until Gran Andi says we can."

Teddy crossed his arms and his lower lip stuck out in a pout. "Down," he ordered. John set him on the ground and he ran over to Nicole and took the little girl's arm. "C'mon Vicky, grown-ups are boring." The two ran over to a tire swing swaying from a tree at the edge of the yard.

John turned to Nicole and regarded her with a serious expression. "Only fifty-four? I know at least ninety-seven with a scalpel and nothing else."

Nicole threw her head back and laughed delightedly.

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Harry poked his head into the kitchen of the Burrow after he'd been able to get away from Ron and Hermione. "Need any help, Mrs. Weasley?" He questioned almost desperately. He detested crowds and it seemed as though any visit to the Burrow was accompanied by a crowd anymore.

Molly turned her attention from the vegetables that were chopping themselves and smiled at him. "Oh, Harry. No, I'm fine." She tilted her head at him and an insincere sad expression covered her features. "None of the others were able to make it? I'm so sorry, dear. I know you were looking forward to introducing them to the family."

Harry frowned. "Why would you think they didn't come? They're all here. Sherlock's been accosted by Gabby. He saved her father a few years ago. I don't know the details and knowing Sherlock I don't think I want to. And John's helping Nicole with the kids outside."

Molly immediately frowned fiercely. "That girl…" she shook her head. "Why is Ron the only child I have that has a suitable wife?" She muttered under her breath and then looked back at Harry. "Have you met that woman yet, Harry dear?"

Harry slowly shook his head in the negative. "Not yet," he verbalized as Molly was staring down at the vegetables again. "You said wife…? Did Charlie marry her?"

Molly huffed out an irritated breath. "Not yet. He intends to ask her tonight. Your father is delighted of course. But she's a Muggle. She'll never understand him. Not the way that Charlie needs. I mean look at Ron and Hermione. They're an excellent match. Sure they have a few tiffs now and then but she's not threatening to kill him, is she? That woman told Charlie she knew fifty-four ways to kill a man with her bare hands. What kind of wife and mother will she make? It's going to be an absolute scandal!"

Harry covered his mouth with his hand and blinked slowly. "Fifty-four? Really? Wow. Now I'd really like to talk to her."

"Harry James!" Molly screeched. "This is not a laughing matter! She is going to be the ruin of this family. You have to talk to your brother! Tell him he's making a mistake."

Harry drew in a deep breath to quell the irritation he was feeling. "Mrs. Weasley…" he paused and then decided to just tell her what was in his heart. "You didn't like Fleur. And yet she's made Bill a father twice with two adorable girls. She obviously loves him with everything she has and is. You don't like Luna. And yet she's my everything. You say you love us. You say you love me like a son but you don't." He shook his head at her. "You really don't."

Molly put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "Harry James Potter!" She yelled. "What is the matter with you? Of course I love you! You are just like a son to me and if you had married Ginny then you'd be my son in fact and not just in my heart."

Harry sighed again and shook his head. "Tell me something, please. If I had married Ginny, what exactly were you hoping for us?"

"Well, I never…obviously I was hoping you'd take care of her. Keep her safe. Give me grandchildren. Rebuild Potter Manor. All different kinds of things." Molly huffed out.

Harry nodded. He'd actually expected an answer along those lines. "Would you like to know what Xeno asked of me the day I married Luna?" He didn't give her a chance to answer. "That no matter what was going on in our lives at the time that I take the time every day to make Luna laugh. That's all he wanted. And then the day he died he told me that he'd told Luna to do the same. He also told me that he could go to Luna's mother completely satisfied with his life because Luna was happy and he knew that she laughed every day. Completely satisfied, Mrs. Weasley. All he wanted was for Luna to be happy. And for me to be happy because he did love me like a son."

Molly scowled and turned away from him. "Ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. No one laughs every single day. Some days people are just sad or angry and laugher doesn't prove happiness. Hermione and Ron certainly don't laugh every day and they're perfectly happy with each other."

Harry just shook his head again. She would never understand. She was being willfully blind and nothing he said or did would change her mind. "So did you need me to take any of this out for you, Mrs. Weasley?"

She turned a beaming smile on him. "You're such a sweet boy, Harry dear. Yes, if you would take the salad and the rolls out to the backyard." She shooed him out. "And call the children to the table. I'll get your brothers and sister to come get the rest."

Harry shook his head again but didn't really have the energy to point out that they weren't his brothers and sister. He'd been arguing this same argument with Mrs. Weasley since he was fifteen. So he just picked up the indicated bowls and headed out the door without another word. He'd go find John and meet the mysterious Nicole. It should be interesting to meet Flynn's ex anyway. She had to be something special.