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Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Hugo, Lily (II), Rose, OC
Primary Relationship
Secondary Relationship(s)
General, Angst
Next Generation
Contains profanity, Strong violence, Scenes of a mild sexual nature, Sensitive topic/issue/theme, Spoilers
Story Reviews
Work In Progress (WIP)
First Published
2015-01-01 9:29am
Last Chapter
2016-03-18 3:40pm
Last Updated
2016-03-18 3:40pm

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Ch. # Chapter Title Word Count Reviews
1 England versus Ireland

I press close to Mum, unable to hide the fact that the crowd makes me feel uncomfortable. Rose is on Mum's other side in her wheelchair, holding something that might be called a conversation with Dad. Everyone's waiting, chatting aimlessly as the people trickle into the stadium.

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2 A Raging Storm

"Hello and welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty eighth Quidditch World Cup! Autumn may have arrived but that's all part of the fun!"

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3 Healing

 The anger wins. “I hate you!” I yell, stamping my foot. It’s childish and I wish I could think of something else to do, but I can’t think of anything else. “I hate you I hate you I hate you…”

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4 Back Home

“Look!” Rose’s exclamation interrupts my thoughts. “Rainbow!”

I can’t help smiling at her tone, even as I sigh internally. There must be something special for her to be delighted, but I’m never going to know. I’ve heard descriptions of rainbows, of course, and the rest of the family have oohed and aahed over them before, but it’s only light and what use is light to the blind?

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5 Change

We don’t have homework. Good thing too, ‘cause I’m not in the mood to do it. Instead I change into pyjamas, throwing my uniform into a heap at the bottom of the bed, and curl up under the covers. Maybe I should just stay here for the rest of the week. Or the month. Or however long it takes for everything to settle down.

I snort to myself. Yeah, may as well just stay here for the rest of my life. At least it’s warm and comfortable.

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6 An Outsider

Oh yes, Rose. If it weren’t for her and that stupid spattergroit… I don’t finish the thought, force myself to stop. It isn’t her fault, obviously. She’d give anything to be back at Hogwarts, answering those stupid riddles and making feathers float around and all that. But still…

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7 National Concerns

“If you were so keen to look after them then, why not now?”

“I… look, Hermione, you’ve always been so protective, so keen to do it all yourself. And now you’ve changed your mind?”

There’s silence for a minute. “They were babies then. They aren’t…” Mum’s voice catches, but she presses on. “They aren’t any more. At what point can I start thinking about myself again? Am I just a mum now, for the rest of my life?”

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8 Communication

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks quietly. “You’re not weird. None of us think you are.”

“You’re family,” I point out. “I’d hope you don’t. But other wizards, they do.”

“No,” she begins, and then hesitates. “Maybe, but only until they get to know you. You’d prove them wrong pretty quickly.”

“But why should I have to?”

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9 House Elves

The front door’s barely closed behind us when small feet patter from the kitchen.

“Hello mistress, hello master, can I be of assistance?”

Mum sighs. “Please, call me Mrs Weasley. And this is Hugo. It’s the twenty-first century, we don’t need old-fashioned titles. Hugo, this is Kordy, who’s going to be helping us out from now on."

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