The happy chatter around the table wasn’t so different than the Burrow. There was usually less formalities and a little more chaos, but the atmosphere was the same. People surrounded with love. She thought losing Ron would mean that she’d lost the only family she had left. The Weasleys absorbed Harry as if he’d been born to them, and it was clear when she and Ron separated they didn’t have the same strong ties to her. But this breakfast, these people, this table made her feel like she had it back. It was different but better. Before, she’d been included by association. These people chose her. 