** this book it's going under major editing so be wary if you read it; there's major plot holes and things not described very well.**
No matter how much I edit this book they'll still be plot holes and inadequate writing - this is my oldest book on...
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DNA doesn't make a family, love does
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Molly and Arthur Weasley where a rather newly wedded couple who lived happily in a small shack like house. Molly was rather shocked at first, unexpecting to see Sarah Green and Kefira Howendale on the front door step of her house, the later drying her tears on the sleve of her jacket. Especially since it was only a few months since the news of the young girl getting married had being announced.
However, after hearing the maid's explanation of how the girl needed a place to stay by a favour of her father she couldn't find the will in her heart to decline and was soon welcoming the young girl into her home.
Kefira sat numbly of the patchwork settee that was displayed centre in the living room, her hands where shaking furiously in her lap as she watched two young boys who seemed to be consumed in a very intense game of something rather intriguing. Not long later, Molly Weasley entered the room. A loving smile was spread on her face as she held out her hand, a cup of freshly brewed tea outstreached to the girl- Kefira took it thankfully, using the warmth to coax her hands to stop trembelling.
"So," Molly lowered herself onto the settee beside the girl, "Arthur is at work. Percy has finally settled down." She then nodded to her two oldest sons, "Bill and Charlie always find a way to entertain themselves, so that means we can talk before Arthur comes home and everything becomes hectic again."
Kefira laughed lightly, "You've got quite a growing family here."
Molly nodded excitedly, "I really want a girl," she said lonignly, "Arthur wants twins, so do Fibeon and Gideon, they want me to name two after them so they can go to Hogwarts and get put in Gryffindor, to give poor old Professor McGonagall a heart attack, i think."
Kefira chuckled, " Yeah, I think that would be the last straw for poor old McGonagall."
Molly began to speak again as Kefira took two sips of her tea, "I understand if you don't want to talk about it." She said honestly, "I saw the Daily Prophet, I know it must've been a shock. If you want my honest opinion I think you did the right thing by leaving."
Kefira hummed in reply, fiddling with the sleve of her jacket, "You're welcome to stay for as long as you'd like. I can imagine you wont want to return to school just yet."
Kefira looked at the older woman greatfully, taking both of her hand's into her own, "Thank you, Molly."
Arthur Weasley was just as loving as his wife, accepting the girl into his house just as quickly. The two purebloods shared an exciting bond over their fascination for all things muggle. Ocassionally Molly would wake on mornings to see her husbands name on the family clock pointing to the 'Lost' section and find a note on the kitchen table explaining that the two have gone to spend the morning in the muggle cities.
