A week later, Harry was back at his desk reassigned Aurors to escort prisoners to Azkaban and working with Hermione's department to find homes for the displaced elves. Some were still going through detoxification after being injected with Muggle drugs, while others had been able to survive and give names of other working with the operation. Harry's goal was to make sure every single person who was a threat was off the streets, which meant assigning Aurors to capture those who had escaped or weren't present at the Dover headquarter.

"Potter," sad a commanding voice. "Are you free at this point?"

"Shacklebolt," said Harry, gesturing for the Minister to sit down. "Come in, please. I just ordered some tea for myself, would you like anything?"

"I may take you up on that," said Shacklebolt. "I've had a few sleepless nights. How are your injuries?"

"Better," said Harry. "Although I've got some new scars."

"How are assignments?" asked Shacklebolt.

"So far, so good," said Harry. "Saving those elves was the smartest thing we've done to crack open this case, and that was all Finnigan's work. What's your judgment call on reuniting families?"

"At this point, I'd say a month," said Shacklebolt.

"That's a shame," said Harry. "Because I know there are many parents who wish to see their children off on the Hogwarts Express."

"With these stragglers still out there, I can't take any chances," said Shacklebolt. "We counted at least sixty dead from this past summer...that's sixty too many and I can't risk losing anymore families."

Harry nodded in agreement. "What's the status on Ron's hearing?"

"Still to precede as forward," said Shacklebolt. "And while I don't like to make presumptions, I have a feeling Weasley will be back in the office before summer's end. He's a famiily man - that will help him in the counsel's eyes."

"He may not be so much one when he hears about Scorpius Malfoy staying with him until the end of the summer," laughed Harry. Harry looked down at the assignments paperwork and become serious. "Shacklebolt, you know it's a miracle that none of the Aurors died at the Dove raid, right?"

"Why do you say that?" asked Shacklebolt.

"I mean, not one Death curse was flung at anyone," said Harry. "I...I know you don't like to make presumptions, but do you think there could be something worse on the horizon for us?"

Shacklebolt remained silent for a bit. "Harry, hate doesn't rest. I don't know what''s to come, but what I do know is that whatever happens, we're prepared to fight it."

Harry nodded. "I hope so." Harry knew he didn't;t believe those words, he knew that there might be more to come in the future regarding this. All the Aurors surviving the raid? Not one Death curse? It didn't add up to Harry and frankly, didn't sit right with him either.

Just then, an elf brought in the tea service and served the gentlemen in the office. Once he left, Harry asked: "Would you mind if I told him personally that Scorpius Malfoy will be staying with him?"

"Well, you were the one to tell him in the the first place," said Shacklebolt, sipping his tea. "It would make sense for you to deliver the message to him again."

Just as Harry suspected, Ron was not thrilled to have Malfoy staying at his flat until the end of the summer. Harry had appeared at the flat while Hermione was making dinner and Ron was colouring with Hattie. Rose, Hugo, and Scorpius had gone over to the Burrow for the day to help with chores, as part of their punishment for sneaking out of the Burrow without permission.

"I thought you liked the boy, Ron," said Harry.

"Yes, when he's being all heroic and brave, but not when he's company!" said Ron. "And not when he's staying in the same area as my daughter, who - if you hadn't noticed - he's clearly in love with!."

"Hermione, a little help here?" asked Harry.

"It's only a month more, Ron," said Hermione. "And it's not like he's a rude guest - he's very polite and courteous."

"He's a snob!" said Ron.

"Honestly, Ronald!" said Hermione, putting down the knife she was usually to cut the chicken she had cooked. Harry tried to hide his grin as Hermione made her way over to Ron, who was still in the wheelchair, looking petrified and white as ghost. "He's staying here," said Hermione, hands on hips and eyes looking stern. "No questions asked, alright?"

"Yes dear," replied Ron instantly. "And that chicken smells delicious!"

"Splendid!" said Hermione, walking away. With her back turned, Harry looked at Ron and made a whipping motion, which made Ron's cheeks turned bright red.

"I'll let you two know if anything's changed," said Harry, patting Ron's shoulder. "I'll talk to you later, mate."

"Cheers, mate," said Ron. Once Harry said goodbye Hermione and Hattie, he disapparated out of the apartment and shortly afterwards, the three teens appeared with Arthur Weasley.

"Granpa!" said Hattie, running over to Arthur.

"Hello, sweetheart!" said Arthur, picking her up. "How are you?"

"I made this!" said Hattie, giving him the picture.

"How was today?" asked Hermione, grabbing some plates from the cupboard.

"Exhausting," said Hugo, walking over to the kitchen. "Gran had us going through the shed and chasing away gnomes."

"I'm glad that Hugo's lending me his clothes," said Scorpius, grabbing a cup for water. "My mother would be furious if any of my clothes were torn." Ron rolled his eyes at this remark, but stopped when Hermione threw a stern look at him.

"Well, I'm off, I'll talk to you later," said Arthur, handing Hattie back over to Rose. "Which I guess is tomorrow?"

"Yes," said Rose, kissing her grandfather's cheek. "Bright and early."

"Good night!" said Arthur, disapparating into thin air.

"Hugo," said Hermione, putting food on the table. "Move your father to the table, please - and no magic!"

"But it's good practice," said Hugo, sipping some water.

"Not in this apartment, young man."

"Fine," said Hugo, putting his glass on the counter and walking over to move his father to the table.

Ron frowned as he son pushed him because at this point, he felt useless and an inconvenience on people. He could not wait to get out that chair and start walking again. Rose put Hattie in her chair and went to help her mother move the rest of the dishes and food to the table with Scorpius and Hugo's help. The five of them sat down at the table and began to serve themselves.

"I cannot wait to get out of this blasted chair," said Ron. "I want to get back to work so badly..."

"You still have your hearing, Dad," said Rose. "You did break the rules."

"As did you," said Hermione. "Everyone's going to face consequences for their behavior, including your father."

"You know," said Scorpius. "I'm technically not a Weasley..."

"As long as you stay here, you are," said Hermione, cutting up chicken for Hattie. "Which remains me, your Uncle Harry stopped by today and told us that Scorpius will be staying with us until school starts."

"Wicked!" said Hugo. "That means the boys are tied with the girls!"

"What does that mean?" asked Rose.

"It means that Dad and I aren't outnumbered any more," responded Hugo

"That is true," said Ron.

"So what if the girls outnumbered you and Dad? Who cares?" asked Rose.

"I do!" snapped Hugo.

"You watch your tone, Hugo Septimius Weasley!" barked Rose.

"You watch your tone, Rose Imogen Weasley!" yelled Hugo.

"Really, you two?" said Hermione, stepping in to play referee.

Ron chuckled to himself as his oldest two and wife battled it out while Scorpius watched on, a bit fearful of staying here for a month more.

"Scorpius," said Ron to Scorpius. "Welcome to the family."