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Three Years Later. . .

Poof!

A clatter of dishes falls at my feet upon apparition. Molly Weasley, a stout ginger woman, stands at the end of the kitchen, hands fisted into her hips.

"Mum Weasley! Aren't you delighted to see me?"

The woman naturally lifts a brow, an expression she's reserved for her own children as well as any she's picked up over the years of motherhood.

". . .Dromeda and Dora send their love, Molly."

The elder woman tugs me by the hands and draws me into an unyielding embrace, rocking our two forms back and forth.

"No owls, no visits, nothing!" She barks dreadfully. "You've taken after Charlie. All that time you spent with each other in Hogwarts, and this is what you've learned?"

I wince from her scolding. "Well, I taught him Divination, and he passed his O.W.L.s, didn't he?"

Nonetheless, her grip ceases to relax. "At least you'll be joining the family for the Quidditch World Cup. Will Nymphadora be joining you?"

"No, she's still finishing her apprenticeship under Mad-Eye." My hands bury into the depths of the pant pockets. "Poor man's had quite the venture with her."

"Well, come, come, sit. The others should be coming in through the fireplace any moment."

The mess of pots and pans scurry mid-air and into the cupboards. As if alerted by the excessive noise, Ginny creeps down the winding staircase.

"Della!"

"Ginny!"

The youngest of the Weasley's leaps into my arms, nearly knocking me onto the floor. I release her after a few seconds and place her back on the ground.

"Are the boys treating you well?"

"They will when they see you're here."

Hermione pokes a head through the kitchen doorway, and I beckon her with a kind smile.

"Delphina Vela Tonks, pleasure to meet you."

"Delphina? As in —"

"Mad-Eye Moody's prized apprentice, yes."

Her jaw falls shortly. "You're the youngest auror in the history of magic! Your name's in practically every Azkaban article to date, Ms. Tonks."

"Friends call me Della, Hermione."

"How did you —"

"Legilimency and occlumency, gifts I received upon birth."

"Her sister Nymphadora is a metamorphmagus." Ginny raves in a fawning tone.

My lips purse with a roll of the eyes. "Everyone loves Dora's power, seeing as it's more entertaining. But has she lured dozens of Death Eaters to confession?"

"Delphina, you'll give them nightmares if you tell them stories!" Molly worriedly calls.

"I won't, I won't." But the response is quickly followed by a knowing wink. "Now, where have the others gone? Your mum mentioned they'll return by floo."

"They're fetching Harry from his aunt and uncle's home." The tips of Ginny's ears camouflage against the rest of her hair.

"This wouldn't be the lad you've been gushing over, is it?"

"Whatever are you talking about?"

From the living room, the flames explode green as the Weasley boys plus one return to the humble household provided by the Burrow.