Fly on the Wall

Chapter 3 - The Burrow


I did politely turn down the request for a meeting of his entire family. They were all going to the pub and apparently I was to meet all of the brothers and spouses and children. I love my Husband and his family but there can't possibly be a group of people that are more terrifying. I have been told of the Death Eaters and the Dementors but when you are thrust into the grip of some of the most scarily caring people you will ever meet - three days in - you're going to say no. I needed time to look perfect, I needed time to look perfect for quite a few weeks after that. They were laid back and lovely but I didn't know that, for all I know they were a family full of Percy's.


So, after a week's wait and a dinner date inbetween I was finally taken to he holy grail, the mecca - The Burrow. I had never loved a house so much in all my life, the different compartments and windows and chickens. I knew some people, some muggles, lived like this but it's one thing I never expected of the wizarding world. I thought that it would be a dungeon or a castle, not a jumbly lovely house in the middle of the west country.


He looked lovely, he wore grey woolen trousers and a smart pair of lace up trainers with a pale lemon coloured shirt and a black cardigan. He'd made an effort and I loved that. I had worn some khaki loose high waisted silk trousers and a pick and purple loose fitting top with a back cardigan. We looked like we were going to job interviews. We giggled at ourselves on the tube, where even through our merriment he still clung on unnecessarily tightly to the hand rail. I couldn't stop smiling and still get that feeling today when I think about our moments during the early days of our relationship that we just travelled around London and sat in parks. Where all we did was talk emphatically about eachother's worlds and not really give a damn that they were so different. I came from educated hippies that knew that had to give me space but didn't want to. He came from a caring a nurturing but broken home that was still healing wounds from three years ago. I could really tell that even though he was still grieving, they all were, he really loved his life and his family. That love should be stifeling but I've often talked about it with Harry, Severus and Luna - the wives club - and we agree that it's probably the safest feeling in the world.


We stood outside a large almost collapsed building about two hundred foot from the Westfield Centre. I could see two hundred foot TopShop posters and yet I was stood at the outside of a delapadated warehouse staring at a victorian fireplace.


"So we step into it, and we get out in your living room?" I said, looking at the floral tiles and that black stained wood with a disbelieving but entirely entralled grin on my face. He's told me so many times that he absolutely adores my appetite for magic and all that goes with it. He asked me once if I had ever done any accidental stuff when I was young because it didn't make sense how brilliant I was with it all and yet didn't have a drop of their abilities within me.


"Yes, I'll be really clear with the name and everything so I'm pretty sure we'll end up at home but if we don't I'll have to explain apparition to you and that'll just be... complicated." He was talking so fast that I didn't know what to say to him. I had only jyst retained the finer details of what he had said before he was pushing me gently into the - no human height - fireplace. Fuck, I'm going to die. I was sure that when that rush came to me that now just seems like a breeze that I would close my eyes and not wake up. That this was just all a trick to get me into the silly looking situation and make a giant joke about my death. I was so wrapped up in my morbid assumptions that when I did eventually open my eyes, I was staring back at a lot more people than I was before.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" Said a petite brunette girl closest to me. She looked at me with an amused but completely empathetic expression. I was lead by Percy's hands to a comfortable sofa where everyone sat down around me and seemed to wait for me to speak.


"Percy, are you the only straight brother?" Was all I could think. There were only two women in the room. Lots of men, handsome men with the same hair and eyes as percy and others that seem to revolve around them. They were all beaming and shaking with laughter that answered me question.


"Bill liked the ladies," started a completely gorgeous and muscled Weasley, "but otherwise yeh. You definitely got the right one on your hands." He smiled, his face brighteneing and saddneing at the name of their lost brother. They seemed to be able to talk about it more than Percy. He noticabley tensed at my side and I placed my hand on his and gave it a quick squeeze without taking my eyes off the family infront of me.


"Well, I'm Ron." said the tallest of the ginger men, looking at me with a wicked grin that has gotten him in a lot of trouble over the years. "These are my partners Luna and Severus." I suddenly realised at the introduction of two people who I was about to become very close with, why Ron had introduced himself first. My introductory words have obviously announced that I had no problem with gay men but threesome or triad marriages were still illegal and still not really talked about in the muggle world. Still are, depressingly. The look on all three faces was enough to make my heart melt to goo.

"Hi," I said giving them all a beaming smile and looking down at the beautiful woman's rounded belly. She sadly, would loose that baby and in light of that fact I always wonder things about the child. Molly and Damien are wonderful children and their three parents went through hell to get them but that, in the end, made them better at it. "Do you know if it's a boy or a girl, yet?"


"Uhh," Severus lost his ever present cool for maybe a quarter of a second. He was looking at me as if I had sprouted wings and was floated above the sofa. All three partners looked pleasingly flabbergasted at my response and in return gave me a small speach including that they didn't know the sex but would be finding out next week.


"Wow, you took that better than any of us. Especially Perce." Piped up a familiar voice on my left. Fred and Remus sat on a large armcair with Fred in the chair and Remus sat on the arm with his legs next to his boyfriend's. "You've met us and you know Remus and I are desperately and lustily in lo - "


"Fred!" Percy's outburst next to me made me smile and all I did was turn to him and kiss him on the cheek. I rested my forehead against his blushing cheek as he stammered out a small apology to his brother.


"Merlin woman, you just got an apology out of him. I say she stays." I'd love to say that thats when I knew that George Weasley was going to be my bestfriend. I knew that I liked him and that the missing ear just seemed to add to him charm. A charm he uses to this day, to get exactly what he wants. It's how you get twins out of the wizarding adoption agency, that and being the husband of Harry Potter. "I'm George and this is my husband Harry, he's very important." The man infront of George with his back leaning comfortably against the taller man's chest was quite possibly the most ordinary looking person I've ever seen. If you discount his eyes, he was a short dark haired boy with a small amount of muscle and a small blush against his cheeks.


"Not anymore." Was all he said with a grin that made me know that he was incredibly glad not to be so important anymore. I would never call him Harry Potter and I would never see him the way others do and for that he always liked to sit with me. I hadn't read the history books, although I had already gotten Percy to buy me a full set in preparation for me learning as much as I could. We could just e normal friends, I didn't treat him like he wa special and he didn't treat me like I was a Muggle. He is my third favourite Weasley and one of the best Dad's I know. Best Grandad I know, hands down.


"Oh please Potter, you're Head Auror at 21. Like you're not special." Hideously rude. Those two words were the first I ever thought about Draco Malfoy and how wrong I was. I turned to face one of the prettiest men I would ever meet and I literally gasped. The rest of the room laughed and smiled but the woman stood next to Draco, Hermione Clean Mouth, Dirty Mind Granger just sighed.


"Yeh, he does that to people." She looked thoroughly bored with my eyes raking over her husband and just coughed. "I'm Hermione and this is Draco, welcome to the straight people club." I ouldn't help but laugh and give her a smile that let her know that we would be brilliant friends. Despite our massive fights and huge rivalries over the years she still remains my best female friend and the only person I can talk about muggle stuff with, without have to explain everything.


I was passed my cup of tea and from then on was basically ignored. I felt an instant comfort among these people and with Percy's arms around me as we giggled and whispered like children, I thanked god that I was paid no attention to whatsoever.

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Wordy and long for no action but I really love these characters.
They are part of another seires that I've written and I will post when I am back on a regular computer and not my boyfriend's clapped out old laptop.

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