Well I am back on here, I've been much tooo busy with other stories on SWdeathlyhalows... I have written chaps for Albus and FRed but I just hadnt had the time to finish and edit them. But now I am BACK!

May 7th, 1998 (Night at the Burrow)

A frightening gust hurled inside the Burrow, creating a creaking, lurking sound. Molly stumbled upon the rearranged coffee table, before realizing she wasn't looking. Still, with the wind churning, darkness seemed to be upmost the highest with their family. After Voldemort died, it still felt like he was still around, clouded. That was not true though.

Ginny still hadn't showed for a day, Molly doubted she would come home. Who would blame her? Cleaning and remodeling the house all day, and still getting through with Fred's death. Molly had been upset about Fred; she just couldn't get over it. She just couldn't get over the tragedy.

Molly had arranged supper with Harry, Hermione and Luna, thinking it would keep her mind off of Fred. The past few hours she had been sending messages to them, by owl of course. Only Luna had replied but Harry probably had no way of replying, since the tragic death of Hedwig, and Hermione did not own an owl.

The night was quiet, except for the gusts, and the moon settled high in the sky, above the beautiful stars that enlightened the area, casting great beauties across the hills. Lurking storm clouds were near the horizon. She worried for George and Angelina, they hadn't returned from their night out. "It's only nine o'clock." Molly reassured herself.

She wondered what they were doing, during their little 'night out'. Molly still hadn't gotten the memo about a 'night out'. The night out was preferably meant as a date. Angelina was a nice, passionate, witch, but George on the other hand, was rude at times, prankster, but also loving. People mistook George as being overly obnoxious, foolhardy, and uncaring. In Molly's eyes, he was a generous, annoying with magic, but friendly person.

Arthur also understood George the way Molly had, but Ron and Percy, were the opposite. Molly dreamt of a day where the Weasleys would be at peace, no rivalries, and perfect bonds with one another. But you know, no one is perfect…

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3 hours later.

George and Angelina were planted on the leather couch, opposite of the dance floor, but next to the bar table. Angelina was silently sleeping on George's shoulder. George's head was tilted onto hers, all eyes closed. A clock stroke midnight, barely stirring the two.

Diagon Alley was quiet, not many magical beings stalked the alleys. It was peaceful, and George wouldn't want to spend a night with anyone but Angelina. The radio was off, after a long time slow dancing, in the darkness. George envisioned the perfect kiss with Angie. George kept one secret with Angelina though. That was something, he wouldn't say unless she asked. He had seen Fred do it to her also which meant he wasn't her first.

George's eyes scrunched up, and then peered out, wandering them. He stared at the clock. XII George shot straight up, forcing Angelina to wake. "What… is it George?" Angelina was half asleep, yawning from time to time.

"We have to get back home. It's already midnight!" George answered, standing up stretching at his might. Angelina still hadn't understood what he meant. George clutched her hand and pulled to her feet.

"Wait it's… midnight?" asked Angelina.

"Yes it is... mum is going to kill me" George was frustrated. He shouldn't have past out or even gone on the date. Angelina probably felt the same way. George hurried out of the bar, with Angelina by his side.

"George, hold on," George stopped, hand placed on the exit. "It's going to take forever by the floo network."

"Then what else do we have."

"I have my apparition license. We can use that instead." Angie grabbed George's hand once more. Tightly, her pulse ran up George's arm. A warm feeling in his body basked in his heart. Angelina, closed her eyes and thought of the Burrow. George guessed he had to do the same.

As he thought of the towering, shabby house on the middle of the prairie, he felt the whipping wind circle around him, creating a backdrop his face. He held her hand, grabbing it not, letting it go.

Immediately, they were spawned on the swampy marsh lands, of the Burrow. The mud was sticking to his leather shoes, and the stalks of grass were shrouding their bodies, concealing their breaths.

"Well that was, interesting."

"You have never apparated before?"

"No I have," George's frown, rose. "Your way, is different but better." She giggled.

"Thank you, I guess"

"You just had to apparate us into mud!" exclaimed George.

"Sorry, I just thought of the prairies, at the Burrow."

"Sure, sure!" George knew she just wanted to make him mad. Classic.

The doorknob twisted, and jiggled, pushing the oak door forward. Darkness swept the room, as two figures moved in. A wand quivered out, mumbling a spell, candles flickered on.

It was George and Angelina, they scanned the room. Their eyes focused on the shape, standing in the middle of the room. Molly looked, frightening actually. Her red hair frizzled, hands on her hips, and her key sinister glint in her eyes.

"Oh… hi mum!" George gave an unforgiving smile. Angelina crouched backwards, not wanting to get into that, might happen.

"Where, have you two been?" Molly screeched. Two more shadowy figures were at Molly's side. It was Arthur and Ron.

"Molly, dear, what's wrong?" Arthur blocked George's view, Arthur placed a hand onto Molly's shoulder.

"Arthur, I need to speak George… alone," Molly grieved. "Ron, go back to bed now, both of you." Arthur, bit his lip.

"Come on Dad." Ron and Arthur, both willingly left the room, leaving the two fellows alone with Molly. George paced towards his mother.

"Listen mum, we fell asleep and we_" Molly interrupted in a heavy tone of a voice.

"You fell asleep? You left around seven, and asleep for that long?" George still hadn't understood what the problem was. He winced at her.

"Well we were at the pub and then_" George had used the wrong set of words, which grimed up Molly.

"You were drinking, weren't you?"

"No, I wasn't we were actually_"

"I am sorry Angelina, for this misbehaving boy."

"No, mum, I'm not a kid anymore! You know that, or are you just not trying to lose me as well?"

Molly's eyes shook, the tension between them filled the room. Angelina looked scared, scared as hell.

"We will continue this in the morning" At that moment, the ties between George and Molly, broke. Nothing seemed any better.

Authors Note: Now here is where I smile back and say, I'm enjoying this myself. These next chapters are probably the only chapters I enjoy getting into! The family now is torn apart. Please Review!

Also in a review, in the next chapters or so, who would you want to have a Point of View? Like Ron, Arthur, so on...