Visiting Home (Weasleys)

[Bill Weasley]

Bill yawned and stretched as he woke up from a good nights rest. He always seemed to sleep well when he went back home, even with the ghoul in the attic. Scratching the back of his head, he looked around the cluttered room. Mother had crammed him in here with Ron since his room was now being used as storage. Looking over to his right, he saw that Ron was still sleeping peacefully in the bed beside his. Getting up, he quickly threw his torn up jeans over his boxers and pulled his hair back into a ponytail. Pulling a Wierd Sisters t-shirt over his head, he surveyed his slumbering brother. Bill knew that he had made tons of racket getting dressed, but Ron was still sleeping like he did in his crib as a baby.

Creeping over to his brother's bed, Bill had decided it was time for Ron to get up. Pulling out his wand, he picked up the little walking Quidditch player from the Chudley Cannons that had been pacing on the nightstand. Tapping his wand to it, he transfigured it into a spider and placed it on Ron's chest. Sniggering to himself as he walked away, he just knew what would happen as soon as Ron woke up. Turning around in the doorway, he surveyed his slumbering brother one last time. " Hey Ron! Wake up! It's time for breakfast!" He ran out the door quickly so as not to be in the room when his brother started screaming bloody murder.

Heading down the stairs, he could already smell the familiar fragrance of his mother's cooking. Walking into the kitchen, he smiled warmly. "Hey Mom! What's for breakfast?" It was always so good to come home and get a good meal. Living the life of a bachelor meant many a meals eaten out, but Fleur had been cooking every now and again for him. However, most of her cooking tasted like rocks.

[arthur]

Arthur woke early in the morning, stretching and yawning more then usually. With the uprising of the Ministry and all the stress of security he had been over-done. His muscles loosened slightly as he flexed them out. Pulling the covers off of him he rose and lumbered over to the window. He had waken at the crack of dawn. He sighed, which quickly turned into a yawn, and moved away from the window. The pink clouds near the horizon were always nice to look at but he had need to go freshen up. He walked over to the small bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. It woke him quickly. He shook his head and grabbed the nearest towel, wiping himself free of water droplets. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was pale and his red hair stuck out prominently. What was left of it anyway. He ran a finger through it making it look even more ruffled. Finally letting his lips fall into a wry smile, he opened the near drawer and pulled out his comb. He combed through it, making it look suitable for the day. Feeling he was done, he excited the room.

It seemed he had been in their longer then he had thought. It looked to be around six when he walked down the steps, extremely happy that he had thought of cold water. Falling down the Burrows steps wouldn't be pretty. He smiled as he thought of Ginny tumbling down the steps from Fred and George. What a memory that was. He smiled as he thought of all the times they had almost run out of time going to King's Cross. It hadn't been the best memories but they worked none the less. These train of thoughts led to the time when Ron and Harry had taken his Ford Angelia. He shook his head with amusement and yet weariness. Having seven children was not an easy job. He stepped down after the last step and yawned thoroughly, determined to shake all sleepiness away. Once he was done, he walked off down to the couch which was a room away from the kitchen. He sat down in the comfy armchair and remained there, deep in thought, until he thought he heard someone coming down the stairs. By this time, is was either seven or eight in the morning. He stood and crossed the room, hovering in the kitchen's threshold. Molly's wonderful cooking wafted through the air. He was surprised he couldn't smell it from the other room. Smiling at his son, Arthur sat across from him.

"Morning Molly. Bill. Did you get a good nights rest?" he asked, directing his last question at Bill. He didn't look tired. He smiled again before leaning back in his chair, head in hand. All the Order meetings and the attacks, it was wearing him down. Finally, he focused his troubled thoughts on the cooking smell. He welcomed it and began wondering what it was that Molly was serving today. She might wait for the others to wake although their was only Ginny and Ron left to awaken from the slumber. He sighed and fell into a lapse of silence.

[Ginny Weasley]

Ginny was sleeping peacefully in her bed but soon was interrupted as a screaming noise filled the Borrow. Instantly her eyes shot open and with a bang landed on the flour hard. "What in the bloody hell was that?" Ginny murmured under her breath, feeling pain rush up her back and legs. Groaning Ginny laid flat on the ground staring up into space. Her light brown eyes felt dry and heavy from sleep watching little specks float in the air visible from the sunlight pouring into the room. Countless attacks have been happening over the summer. Diagon Alley was destroyed leaving Hermione, Ron and herself injured. Mr. Weasley had been very busy over the summer trying to get everything under control. But Ginny didn't know if things were going to get better any time soon.

Ten minutes later Ginny was trudging down the steps yawning continuously. Her long red hair was down with two braids near her eyes and a jumper that surprisingly still fit her. Stopping at the end of the stairs Ginny outstretched her arms yawning even more. Rolling her head around Ginny walked into the kitchen and was greeted by the wonderful aroma of food. Taking in a deep breath Ginny walked over toward her father giving him a light kiss on the check, "Morning dad." she simply said noticing Bill across the table. A warm smile spread across Ginny's face as she went over toward her older brother giving him a hug as well. "Good morning to you too Bill." With that Ginny sat down at her usual spot at the end of the table waiting for Ron to come down.

[Ron Weasley]

Ron sighed peacefully in his sleep. On the outside his body barely moved. His chest rose and fell in a deep sleep rhythm as he breathed. His lips had curled into a loose smile. On the inside he was swimming through a peaceful lake of darkness. The darkness offered him rest, and relaxation. Sweet images of Rosemerta, chocolates, and cakes drifted by him as he went his marry way. The attack on Diagon had shaken him a bit more than he thought. For the first few night he had awoken in a cold sweat. He kept having nightmares of the attack. At first it was just reliving the attack, but they slowly began to grow worse, and worse. His foot was also acting up now and again so Ron wasn't able to get any rest at all. Finally fed up with it his parents had contacted Pomfrey who had sent them a potion. Ron took a gulp of it every night and the pain in his foot had gone away and so had the dreams.

Suddenly one word broke through the darkness. "Breakfast!" Ron's eyes popped open at the word. "Huh? Wha..?" He looked around blurry eyed and confused. Than something black, and hairy filled his vision. Ron's eyes focused and stared into the eight eyed gaze of a spider. "AAAAHHHH!!! GET IT OFF!!!!" He screamed and in a panic swatted it with his hand. The spider went flying across the room and it the wall and shattered into pieces. Ron tried to catch his breath and he looked at the shattered pieces in confusion. It was than that he noticed that his chudley cannons figurine was missing of his nightstand and it all became clear. "BILL!!!!" Ron screamed in rage.

Ron tossed the covers away from him and climbed out of bed. Looking at the nightstand he was a bottle there. The bottle was nearly empty, there was just a bit of liquid left at the bottom. Not that he needed it anymore. His foot was completely healed, except for a slight scar, and he had been taking less and less of the potion each night, so as to not get dependent on it. Last night he had only had a drop of it. Ron scratched his messy head of hair and quickly change out of his nightclothes. He descended the stairs and stepped into the kitchen and saw Bill, Ginny, his mother and father. Ron glared at Bill. "I'm going to kill you. And you owe me a new Chudley Cannons figure!" He said as he sat down at the table. "Morning mum, dad, Ginny." He added with a slight yawn.

[Molly Weasley]

Molly had been up for what seemed like hours. She was the first awake in the house, as to be able to get a good start on breakfast. She had started the eggs, and had made some sausage and bacon to go with them. She had also started on the biscuits, and was checking on them when everyone started to come down the stairs. She turned around to see Bill walk into the kitchen.

" Good morning, Bill. Did you sleep well?" She asked in her usual cheery voice. Molly always seemed to be in a good mood, even when she was worried she didn't try to show it. The only time her mood really differed was when the boys would cause some kind of mischief. Then, it seemed as if the whole world knew she was angry. Shortly after Bill entered the kitchen, so did Arthur. " Good morning, Dear." She said smiling at her husband.

Suddenly there was a loud shriek and a thud from upstairs. Molly turned toward the stairs wondering what had happened. The scream sounded like Ron's. " Bill, did you pull a prank on your brother?" She asked somewhat knowingly. But that still didn't explain the sudden thud that was heard.

Suddenly Ginny appeared in the kitchen. " Good morning, Ginny." Molly said as she turned to check on the eggs again. The biscuits were coming out of the oven, and just in time. They were perfectly golden brown. Everything was just about ready, when suddenly Ron came down the stairs screaming at Bill.
" Good Morning." Molly said since it was all she could think of while Ron was furious the way he was. She didn't know what Bill had done, but it had Ron really upset. " What happened?" She asked more directed at Ron than at Bill. " And what was that loud thud?" She thought she would squeeze in that last one since everyone was already down. Then she turned and slowly started to sit breakfast on the table.

[Bill Weasley]

Bill opened the window as a large owl began to head toward the pane of glass. Landing on the table, he dropped The Daily Prophet on the table. Depositing several knuts in the owl's leather pouch, he took a seat at the big table. Making a low whistle, he began to read the front page. " Dad, there has been another attack on Muggles in Birmingham. Apparently they have been taken to St. Mungos for treatment and memory modification." He handed the paper to his father as hid sister came up and wrapped her arms around him for a big hug. Returning the hug, " Morning Ginny. Yes, I slept well. It's been a while though. That apartment in London is starting to get a bit cold with just myself in it."

Snickering as Ron ran down the steps fussing about his Chudley Cannons toy. " Don't you think you've grown out of toys, little bro? If you really want one that bad, I will take ou somewhere and get you one. Sorry, Mom. It was like old times, you know?" He smiled even though his mother was giving him a disapproving look.

[Molly Weasley]

Although Molly didn't always approve of the way the boys teased each other and their sister, she was glad to know that they were all well. As long as they were teasing each other, it did mean that they weren't fighting with one another.

Molly looked around the table where everyone sat. She was glad to have three of her children home right now, but she still worried about the others. She didn't want to speak but just to enjoy the moment that they were all together, all the while wishing that all seven of her children could be home again.

Molly began to move breakfast to the table where everyone could begin to eat. First, the bacon followed by the eggs and then the biscuits. It was a quaint little breakfast, but there was enough for everyone. " Alright, enough teasing and joking. Breakfast is ready." Molly said smiling at the children while she sat the last plate of food on the table.