The beautiful Weasley family had become so dysfunctional as of late, Harry mused. Bill and Fleur had moved to Shell Cottage and they kept their distance from everyone. After the trauma Bill suffered, it was natural that he wouldn’t feel comfortable amidst a lot of people. Everyone respected his decision and gave him space. George had moved out of the Burrow as well; he lived in the quarters above the store in Diagon Alley. He had become a lot serious and quiet, in a deafening way. No one took Fred’s death more harshly than him. He was still doing business because George would not let Fred’s legacy just rot. But every one could tell his whole heart was not in it. Charlie had flown in for Fred’s funeral and then left with Ginny. Percy had never returned. Burrow had become a ghost of a place it used to be. The people Harry worried about the most however was Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Although they smiled and pretended they were doing okay, Harry knew it would take years, decades even, before they could honestly say they were fine. No one could overcome death so easily, much less a family as closely knit as the Weasleys used to be.