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The Weasley clan crowded in the Burrow's living room. A little wireless belted out Christmas tunes while Ginny, Angelina and Fleur watched tiny Victoire dart from one end of the living room to the next her one-year old hands and eyes exploring every inch of her grandparents home.  Harry darted upstairs to use the loo after one too many shots of firewhiskey. He swerved around Crookshanks sleeping form on the next to last step to the second landing only to collide with Ron. Ron fumbled with something and hid it behind his back. "What's that?" asked Harry. "Nothing!" said Ron. The reddening of his best friend's ear tips told him that

The slamming of the door to the loo caused the whole burrow to shake and rattle. It brought Ginny out of her room and down the stairs to a contemplating Harry's side.  She could tell that he was deep in thought because his eyes had this distant light behind them and  his stare was on everything and nothing at all. She wrapped an arm around his waste and swirled around him to stand face to face. When her other arm came up to clasp her hands behind him he returned to the real moment. "What was all that all about?" she asked him her own eyes glancing up the many stairs to where the  offending door was hidden by distance.  His arms circled aroun

For years, I believed that The Burrow was my home. I'm not saying it wasn't, but the reasons I believed so were different than what I think now, maybe even a little wrong... well, perhaps not so wrong for a young boy. My reasons at the time were simple: at The Burrow I had my family—even though at times they became a little unbearable, I never stopped loving them—, I had food—to be honest, I had my mum's delicious dishes, which can't compare to any other kind of food—, and I had a roof over my head and a bed to lie in at night—crowded and crooked and everything second-hand and used too many times, but it was mine. Th

Perks of the unofficial teacher Ginny's concerned expression wasn't enough to hide the obvious satisfaction she felt at having won. 'Well, if you're sure you don't have anything broken, we'd better get going. Maybe you can come meet us later?' 'Sure,' said Ron, frowning in disapproval, as Harry and Ginny set off to Ottery St. Catchpole for ice-creams. He sighed and sat on the ground next to Hermione, examining her leg for the tenth time. 'You really don't know anyhing about Quidditch, do you?' he said softly. 'I know a lot about Quidditch, in fact,' Hermione replied, rubbing her leg and panting heavily. 'About playing Quidditch, I meant

Hermione twisted and thrashed, trying to escape the pain.  It was nowhere, but it was everywhere. "Mudblood!" The shrill words cut through the pain, finding her ears and driving the white-hot knives deeper. "Mudblood!  Dirty, nasty, Mudblood!  Tell me the truth!  How did you get into my vault?" Hermione tried to scream, but no sound came out.  Frustrated, terrified, in pain, she threw her limbs about wildly, trying to throw off the curse, tears streaming down her face. "Hermione!  Hermione!  Wake up!  It's just a dream!  Hermione, you're safe!" The pain was receding.  Hermione sucked in deep breaths of cool, sweet air and opened her eye

"Richard Russell Riordan Junior!" Percy screamed bashing open the door of the office. "You know I should really invest in some locks." Rick muttered, rubbing the now growing sweat from his forehead, his hand nervously starting to shake. "You sold out!" "Isn't that a good thing?" Rick asked raising an eyebrow, only to be met with Percy's furrowed brows. "No it's not. I mean you sold me out! Have you seen this?" He shoved the DVD under Rick's nose angrily. "Yes I have, it's not that bad." "Not that bad he says." Frustrated Percy pulled a hand through his hair. "What the hell was with that map, it's a quest not an Easter egg trail, they di