Love Never Fades In Times of Crisis

The return.

Chapter 1

It all started when Harry Potter, the boy who defeated de Dark Lord, returned to the Borrow. It had been a long trip to get there, Harry had been nowhere and everywhere since the war ended. When you are built for war, you do not know what to do after it ends

Harry knocks on the door of Burrow. He  hears a voice from the inside saying, "Coming!"
Someone opens the door. The mother of all seven, well, six Weasly children, also Harry's mother figure...

"Hi Harry..." Molly Weasley said, sighing. A small smile appeared on her face, the wrinkles were a bit more prominent than the time he saw her last. The war had taken a toll out of everyone.

"Hi Mrs. Weasley... how it's been"
Harry said. It seemed his teenage awkwardness had made his way back...he had not seen the Weasley's since the war, the guilt had been too much.

Molly looked him up and down, probably noticing his eyebags or the fact that his hair had grown out oddly.

"Well, Harry, I suppose you want to know how Ginny is?" Molly Weasley's ability to deduct how a person feels was quite surprising. It was a challenge to hide anything from her. Somehow, she just knew.

"I'd like to know, if you want to tell me of course...Truth is, I cant get her out if my head, Mol" He truly couldn't, she had woven her way in his brain in a way that no matter what kind of spell or curse could make him forget her.

Molly smiled, and her eyes twinkled. That hadn't happened since Fred's funeral.

"Harry... she's not like before the war, some things have changed, yet I do believe she can't get you out of her brain either. "

"May I enter then? It won't be long, " Harry said

"Yes, of course darling, take your time. This is your home too," Molly said.

Harry made his way into the house, it was just like it was when he first cane in his second year at Hogwarts. The clock with spoons, the kitchen made a mess, and the weird distribution of rooms.

"Bloody hell mate! Haven’t seen your face in a long time. What are you doing here?" Ron said, smiling. He had missed his friend, Harry was very special to Ron, they'd been in eachothers lives for eight years. Through thick and thin.

"Hi Ron," Harry said, hugging him and sniling from ear to ear. "Well, I came to see you guys to see how you were doing, I'm sorry it took me some time...I just needed to process it all and deal with it" Harry said and hears a low whisper.

"Don't worry, Harry, we get it. You don't have to explain yourself to us. Family is family. Only love, no judgment." Ron said. "Hermione's here, did you know that?"

"Is she really? How have both of you been?"

"Mate, honestly, it's been heavenly. I love her so much."

Harry laughed. "I know. You made googly eyes at each other for like 4 years before any of you said anything."

"Ron! Are you eating the crackers already?" As if on cue, Hermione came out, walking down the stairs to the kitchen where Harry and Ron where standing. "Harry! You're here! You really are!" she pulled him into a chest-crushing hug.