The End

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The war is over and Harry goes to collect his relatives.

Written for the Changing Seasons Fic Exchange on LJ:

Our seasons have no fixed returns, Without our will they come and go; At noon our sudden summer burns, ere sunset all is snow.

Molly felt her wrath building… The cups on the kitchen shelves began to rattle ominously and she shrugged off the calming hand her husband placed on her shoulder

Bugger welcoming them home, bugger waiting for an excuse! She was going out there right now to get this sorted.

Molly Weasley has a melt-down when her youngest two children come home after the war with their friends and a baby.

Molly felt her wrath building… The cups on the kitchen shelves began to rattle ominously and she shrugged off the calming hand her husband placed on her shoulder.Bugger welcoming them home, bugger waiting for an excuse! She was going out there right now to get this sorted.Molly Weasley has a melt-down when her youngest two children come home after the war with their friends and a baby.