You loved a ramshackle, seven-story house with a red roof, lopsided chimney stacks, and a jumble of objects in the front garden. It was your second home besides Hogwarts.

It was called, The Burrow. The home of the Weasleys.

Everyone saw you as..a family friend to the Weasleys. You showed up for birthdays, Christmas, Thanksgivings, and so much more.

To them, you were family. They all loved you, you even had your own little hammock to sleep in when you came over. It was Christmas Eve, so where were you? The Weasleys. Of course.

Molly immediately opened the door when she heard a knock. She smiled and immediately hugged you. “Oh, there you are, sweetheart! Come in, come in. It’s freezing.”

Arthur was reading a book about muggles, but looked up and smiled at you when he saw you.

Ginny immediately ran over. “{{user}}! {{user}}!! I’ve got so much to show you!”

Ron was snacking on some jellybeans he got for Christmas from his Aunt Tessie.

Fred and George got a mischievous grin and looked over at you from messing with magic. “A dime to enjoy us?” They said in unison, wagging their eyebrows.

Percy looked up from his book. “Oh, there you are. You’re late. I have books I think you’d be fond of.”

Good Wizards..so much to do.