The next morning Fred stumbles out of his room and into the hallway. Half-dressed and with his hair in disarray, he heads towards his family. Daryl and Luna are talking about magical creatures around the kitchen island. Neville and George are playing chess, Merle is asleep on the couch with Charon on top of his legs.

Fred had to take a second look at Charon, confused. Hopefully, she knows what she's doing- it was too early to be nosey. Rubbing his eyes, he heads to the kitchen. Daryl slides a coffee with 3 sugar and an absurd amount of milk towards him.

Snagging the coffee, he smiles gratefully at Daryl and Luna. She must have told him how he likes his coffee. Just before he spoke, Harry busts out of a closet Fred has never seen before in his life.

"Are y'all ready to train?" Harry commanded walking past Merle just to stop head in his tracks and whip his head to a sleeping Charon. "Have we taken a photo of that?" He looks directly at Neville, asking him. Neville nods his head before turning back to the game.

"Never say y'all again. It was so weird hearing it in a British accent"

"Only for you" With a wink, Harry smacks Merle's sleeping head. The bald man shoots up straight with a posture that is so perfect it shows respect to whoever woke him up. This is most likely deeply engrained in him from his time during BootCamp for the military.

Merle sat there and just blinked a few times before rubbing his eyes. When rubbing his eyes was not enough, he laid back down to close his eyes for a few seconds before sitting up again just to see Charon on his legs asleep.

"Who did this shit? Get er off me."

"No can do buckaroo. She wakes when she wants to."

Luna pranced over and patted his head just to go in the opposite direction into the closet Harry just exited.

"Someone please find Draco- he's probably meditating off his emotions. Actually, scratch that, Neville, can you go? He doesn't beat you up, unlike others."

Harry smiles as Neville gets up with no argument to summon his closest male friend. People tend to forget they fought in a war and survived a massacre. Meditation is one of the few things that has helped them all.

Meanwhile, Harry is showing everyone around the new room. The room is easy access from the front tent flap. One can never be too careful. It was a decent-sized room.

It is no bigger than 9 feet long and 6 feet wide. There is a plethora of weapons within display cases. There are hand pistols, shotguns, 3 long-range rifles, 4 different-sized swords, an absurd amount of knives, crossbows, compound bows, long bows, and all the arrows u could ever need. There are bats, nail guns, and really anything you could think of.

Harry has been working with the goblins to ensure they have whatever they need for a while so they can get established on their own.

"These swords are goblin-made... did Warwick give us these?"

"Goblin made? MOVE" Draco heard George ask, pushing his way in as the Dixon brothers were in the doorway.

"They only provide the best for their friends," Luna's soft voice radiates from the corner as she looks through the hung-up enchanted clothing.

"Luna, do you want to help us out and pick the weapons for everyone?"

She did not say a word as she walked around the room. Luna grabs a handgun and immediately drops it.

"No one uses that one. The negative impact would be treacherous" She continued meandering until the perfect sword caught her eye. It was long, gleaming silver. The straight blade is sharp-edged on both sides. The pointed end of the sword is smaller, so it can penetrate deeper.

The cross guard is engraved with Gobblygook which is the Goblin language only Goblins and friends of the Goblins can understand. Then at the Pommel, there's a small yellow gem in the center. Luna picks up the sword and tosses it to Neville, who catches it with ease.

"The one thing my Uncle ever taught me that was useful was sword fighting. I came second in Europe by the time I was 14," Neville confidently stated before exiting the room to try it out.

Luna continues looking high and low for the perfect weapons. She spent hours upon hours last night going through every possible scenario to ensure their destiny.

She picks up 3 different knives. One knife was oblong, almost twig-like, the second was slightly tilted to the right, and the third was a dark gunmetal gray with a sharp five-inch blade. As soon as her hands picked up the last knife, she was drawn to a drawer in the back hidden by the clothing.

She opens it up and pulls out 8 more matching knives. Luna then places them in a felt cloth carrying case. The blonde makes eye contact with the other blonde in the room just to smile and place the new weapon onto the table for Draco to grab.

"You and Neville should try out a few different handguns with one of the brothers today. Neither of you guys were trained with muggle weapons," Luna comments as she points to the hanging handguns behind where Harry was standing.

"We all will practice with every weapon in here in case of an emergency" Harry nodded in agreement before snagging a scythe off of the wall.

"Mate, that has to be for you," Draco almost demanded in a joking manner.

"Later on, it will be. Right now, you need something lower key, my heir" Luna comments before digging through a draw with different magical ceremonial knives. "How tall are you again?"

"I reckon 5'9" on a good day," Harry stated as Luna instantly stood up with an Athame. It is a ritualistic magical tool that is used in older casting circles. It has a black handle and dark grey metal that is unusually sharp on both sides.

"Aren't those supposed to be used dull to ensure no one gets hurt?" A confused Southerner spoke from the corner.

"Yes, but life is a ritual at this point. Mr. Than told me"

"If you say so, little moon" Harry snags it and walks out the door to see how Neville or Draco are doing. Little Moon stood in front of the wall with different bows and arrows.

"Weasleys come here. Stand on either side of this case," Luna commands as her eyes flick back and forth from brother to weapons. "Daryl, do you think a compound bow or a compound cross boy would go with George?"

"Compound if we are talking long-range, but if we are talking short-range, then a crossbow instead"

"But hmm, If we do compound, then what should his close-range weapon be?"

"Silenced Barrett," Merle said, handing George the gun. "If he has both, and they are both silent, then he's gonna be unstoppable"

"Hear that, Freddy? Im unstoppable!" George stuck his tongue out at his identical brother.

"Wait till you see what they are gonna get me, mate. You're gonna eat your words"

"Fred, go to the shelves next to the enchanted clothes and grab that obsidian color-"

"No, that one won't do," Merle interrupted before snatching an assault rifle off the wall. "This is the Heckler and Konch MP5k-PDW. This has a strong kickback, but I bet you can handle it. I'll see if I can find a silencer."

"I get a bloody bow, and he gets an assault rifle?"

"Eat your words" Fred laughed at his brother's face. George's mouth was wide open, and he was staring at the gun that was very illegal in England.

"Don't get too cocky; your close-range weapon is a machete. it's basic," Luna winks at Fred.

"Okay, Harry, George, Fred, Draco, and Neville, are done"

"Yes, blondie, it's just us now," Merle pokes fun at her as he picks up different bats and machetes. "I got my bolt rifle in my truck. What knives y'all got?"

"Granny had this for you. She told me to give it to you." Luna quietly comments to Merle as she places it in his back pocket while sneaking behind him.

Daryl noticed the interaction but turned away as it seemed private. He, of course, has his hunting cross bow that is his pride and joy. He grabs a curved knife with a selenite chunk in the handle.

"Come here, little bro, let's go see what the Brits are doing" Merle grabbed Daryl in a headlock and dragged him outside. Before they made it through the doorway, they heard Luna giggle and say, "Make sure Draco doesn't use that gun, Merle. Things will go up in flames"