As Alex continued to learn more about the inner workings of the wizarding world, he couldn’t shake an uneasy feeling about the Death Eaters. The Ministry and Aurors seemed overwhelmed, and though he knew from his memories that the Dark Lord would eventually be defeated when he attacked Harry, the current uncertainty made Alex fear history might change.

Determined to be prepared for any outcome, Alex threw himself into his studies, refining his skills and practicing spells. His days became a flurry of spellcasting, learning new charms, training in Occlumency, and physical exercise. This strict routine kept him focused, though it was exhausting. Augusta noticed Alex’s intense efforts, though she had no idea what was driving him. Aside from helping in the kitchen or spending time with Neville, he rarely left his room. Days turned into weeks as he trained tirelessly.

One morning in early August, while helping Augusta prepare breakfast, she mentioned a message from the Weasleys.

“An invitation from the Weasleys? I completely forgot!” Alex exclaimed, realizing he’d lost track of time due to his training.

Augusta smiled kindly. “I saw Molly yesterday, and she’s eager to see you again—and to learn more recipes, I think! The fruit in their orchard is ripe, and she invited us to join them. Alex, you’ve been working so hard. A break might do you some good.”

Alex nodded, realizing she was right. He had been pushing himself to the limit. “Alright, a day with the Weasleys sounds perfect. We’ll go tomorrow.”

The next day, Alex, carrying little Neville in his arms, accompanied Augusta to the Burrow. The Weasleys lived near Ottery St. Catchpole, with Muggle-Repelling and Shielding Charms around their home, courtesy of Arthur.

From a distance, Alex saw the Burrow for the first time—a tall, oddly-shaped house that looked like a stack of uneven blocks. It leaned slightly but stood firm, as if defying gravity. The front yard had chickens wandering about, and a small shed sat off to one side. The whole place had a cozy, rustic feel, nestled in the countryside.

As they got closer, a few of the Weasley kids poked their heads out the window and waved excitedly. Arthur opened the front door, greeting them with a big smile. “Ah, just in time! If you’d waited any longer, Molly would have gone into labor, and we’d be too busy to host anyone!”

Alex chuckled, feeling a bit sheepish. “Sorry, I got so caught up in studying that I lost track of time.”

“Studying at your age? If only my boys were half as focused!” Arthur laughed. “Come on in! Molly’s been busy in the kitchen all morning.”

Arthur led them inside, chatting along the way. “Bill will be eleven this November, though he’ll have to wait until next year for Hogwarts. And you’ll have to try some of this year’s fruit—the grapes and plums are especially sweet.”

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Alex and Augusta settled into the cozy living room, where Arthur had already set out fresh fruit. The Weasley children trickled in, each greeting Alex and Augusta. Bill, the oldest, held little Ron, looking every bit the responsible older brother. Molly, hearing the commotion, came out of the kitchen with a warm smile, greeting Alex and Augusta before pulling Alex aside.

“Molly, I should help you with that,” Alex said, admiring her cheerful energy but worried since she was very pregnant.

“Oh, nonsense! I’m eager to learn those recipes you taught Augusta. Let’s get to it!” Molly replied enthusiastically.

They headed to the kitchen, where Alex showed her some simple yet flavorful dishes. Despite her large belly slowing her down, Molly moved with practiced ease. Every few moments, though, she’d turn an ear toward the living room, ready to roar at any mischief.

Occasionally, a crash or burst of laughter would reach the kitchen, prompting Molly to shout, “Fred! George! Behave, or no dessert for you!” The noise would stop, though it usually resumed a few minutes later. Alex was amazed at her ability to control the chaos without even leaving the kitchen.

Finally, lunch was ready, and they all gathered in the dining room. As usual, the twins, Fred and George, were the most mischievous, snatching food from Percy and Charlie whenever they could, while Bill struggled to keep Ron calm.

“Boys! Sit down and eat properly!” Molly called out, trying to maintain order while Bill helped soothe Ron.

Arthur sat back with a smile, clearly amused by the scene. Alex, watching it all, couldn’t help but smile too. This was his first time experiencing such a large, warm family gathering since coming to the wizarding world, and he felt unexpectedly moved.

Molly noticed Alex had stopped eating, lost in thought. She looked at him with a slight frown. “Is something wrong, Alex? Don’t you like the food?”

Alex quickly snapped out of his thoughts and smiled softly. “Not at all. The food’s wonderful. I was just… feeling a bit envious. Your family is so warm and lively. It reminded me of some old memories.”

Molly chuckled tiredly. “Merlin’s beard, if these little rascals ever save me from stress, I’ll be forever grateful!” She shot a pointed look at Arthur, who was focused on his food. “And you, dear, could help a bit more with them!”

Arthur gave her a sheepish grin, shrugged, and continued eating, clearly unfazed.

Lunch ended with the Weasley kids covered in food smudges. Alex offered to help, casting a quick cleaning charm on them, tidying up their hands with magic.

“Impressive spellwork,” Arthur praised, watching Alex with admiration. “At your age, I could barely get a simple charm to work.”

“It just takes practice,” Alex replied with a smile. “It’s not as hard as it looks.”

Afterward, they moved to the cozy living room to enjoy fruit and tea while listening to the WWN (Witching Wireless Network). While the adults relaxed, the children soon grew bored and went outside to play, excited for shows like “Toots Sprouting Show” and “Magic Time.”

As they sat enjoying the peaceful afternoon, a sudden report came over the radio: “Wizarding Wireless News with an urgent announcement. Moments ago, a violent explosion struck northern Cornwall. The Ministry suspects Death Eater involvement. Aurors and Strike Teams are en route. Wizards in the area should exercise caution. Stay tuned for updates.”

Arthur’s expression darkened. “Blasted Death Eaters—seems like there are more of these attacks every day,” he muttered.

“There’s been so much of this lately,” Augusta added, looking worried. “I hope everyone’s safe. I believe Marlene McKinnon and her fiancé live near that area. I hope they haven’t been affected.”