There was something was clearly going on with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Anyone could figure that out by the third day of staying a Shell Cottage. Nobody asked questions.

Tensions also started to rise the longer they spent. Griphook ate only grudgingly with the rest of them. Even after his legs had mended, he continued to request trays of food in his room, like the still-frail Ollivander, until Bill (following an angry outburst from Fleur) went upstairs to tell him that the arrangement could not continue. Thereafter Griphook joined them at the overcrowded table, although he refused to eat the same food, insisting, instead, on lumps of raw meat, roots, and various fungi.

Tori knew Harry felt responsible: It was, after all, he who had insisted that the goblin remains at Shell Cottage so that he could question him; his fault that the whole Weasley family had been driven into hiding, that Bill, Fred, George, and Mr. Weasley could no longer work.

"I'm sorry," Harry told Fleur, one blustery April evening as he helped her and Tori prepare dinner. "I never meant you to have to deal with all of this."

Fleur had just set some knives to work, chipping up steaks for Griphook and Bill, who had preferred his meat bloody ever since he had been attacked by Greyback. Tori followed her lead, chopping the meat evenly. While the knives sliced behind her, her somewhat irritable expression softened.

"'Arry, you saved my sister's life, I do not forget."

This was not, strictly speaking, true, but Harry decided against reminding her that Gabrielle had never been in real danger.

"Anyway," Fleur went on, pointing her want at a pot of sauce on the stove, which began to bubble at once, "Mr. Ollivander and Tori leave for Muriel's zis evening. Zat will make zings easier. Ze goblin," she scowled a little at the mention of him, "Can move downstairs, and you, Ron, and Dean can take zat room."

"We don't mind sleeping in the living room," said Harry, "Don't worry about us." And when she tried to protest he went on, "We'll be off your hands soon too, Ron, Hermione, and I. We won't need to be here much longer."

"But, what do you mean?" She said, frowning at him, her wand pointing at the casserole dish now suspended in midair. "Of course you must not leave, you are safe 'ere!"

She looked rather like Molly as she said it, and Tori was glad that the back door opened at that moment. Luna and Dean entered, their hair damp from the rain outside and their arms full of driftwood.

"... and tiny little ears," Luna was saying, "a bit like hippo's, Daddy says, only purple and hairy. And if you want to call them, you have to hum; they prefer a waltz, nothing too fast...."

Looking uncomfortable, Dean shrugged at Harry and Tori as he passed, following Luna into the combined dining and sitting room where Ron and Hermione were laying the dinner table.

Seizing the chance to escape Fleur's questions, Harry grabbed two jugs of pumpkin juice and followed them. Fleur sighed, looking at Tori. "Bill should be down 'ere soon. You should go."

Tori nodded, wiping her hands on the towel and leaving the kitchen. Hermione was laying down forks as Bill appeared, leading Mr. Ollivander down the stairs. The wandmaker still looked exceptionally frail, and he clung to Bill's arm as the latter supported him, carrying a large suitcase.

"I'm going to miss you both," said Luna, approaching the old man and Tori.

"And I you, my dear," said Ollivander, patting her on the shoulder. Tori wrapped her arms around the girl tightly.

"You both were an inexpressible comfort to me in that terrible place."

"So, au revoir, Mr. Ollivander, Tori," said Fleur, kissing them on both cheeks. "And I wonder whezzer you could oblige me by delivering a package to Bill's Auntie Muriel? I never returned 'er tiara."

"It will be an honor," said Ollivander with a little bow, "the very least I can do in return for your generous hospitality."

Fleur drew out a worn velvet case, which she opened to show the wandmaker. The tiara sat glittering and twinkling in the light from the low-hanging lamp.

"Moonstones and diamonds," said Griphook, who had sidled into the room without Harry noticing. "Made by goblins, I think?"

"And paid for by wizards," said Bill quietly, and the goblin shot him a look that was both furtive and challenging.

Tori said goodbye to the rest shortly. A strong wind gusted against the cottage windows as Bill, Tori, and Ollivander set off into the night. Tori had nothing but her wand in her pocket as they stretched across the dunes.

"Does everyone know we're coming?" Tori asked Bill nervously. He glanced at her, almost reading her mind. "They'll be more than happy to see you, don't worry."

But Tori did worry. Bill held his hands out to Tori and Mr. Ollivander, who took it slowly. Moments later, Tori could feel herself twisting around through the air.

It had been a while since Tori had apparated anywhere, so she felt a bit queasy when they finally stopped. It took her a minute for her to get used to the world around her before her vision cleared and Aunt Muriel's house stood before them.

Bill whispered the password, walking towards it. Tori couldn't help but gaze up at it. It certainly wasn't the burrow.

The next thing she knew, Bill was knocking at the door, shouting out things about himself. "I am William Arthur Weasley, firstborn of Molly and Arthur Weasley—"

Tori and Ollivander glanced at each other, clearly confused. But the door opened, and Molly appeared in the clearing. She embraced her son, ushering him inside.

Tori's stomach was in knots as she stepped closer to the door. Her head was spinning and she couldn't help but feel nervous. She feared the idea of any of them being mad at her for leaving.

But when Molly saw her, she pulled Tori into a tight hug that made nearly all her fears melt away. Tori didn't say anything, she hadn't said much since getting back from Malfoy Manor, but she finally felt a wave a calmness come over her as Molly hugged her.

When Molly finally let go, Tori could hear Bill speaking to Arthur in the other room. Molly put her hand gently on Tori's back, leading her into the room with the others.

Tori paused at the doorway, hesitating. Molly didn't seem to want to push her, so she just smiled softly and went in first.

Tori took several deep breaths, forcing herself to come into the clearing. The talk in the room continued as Tori scanned the room around her. Muriel seemed to be pleased when Mr. Ollivander and Bill handed her the box with the tiara inside. Ginny was speaking to Arthur and Molly.

Then she saw Fred.

He was leaning against the wall with George, who was hunched over the table, writing on a parchment. He had just happened to glance up to see her. He rose from his spot immediately.

They both stared at each other for a moment, unsure how the other would react. Tori was excepting some sort of anger out of Fred, but there was nothing of the sort. If anything, he looked relieved. Tori decided to take a step forward and soon she collapsed in his arms.

Her head became buried into his shoulder as her breathing became heavier. She could hear the other shuffle out of the room as she began to shake with sobs. "I'm so sorry," Tori whispered. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Fred pulled away from her, his hands around her face as tears fell down them. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." But Fred shook his head, "You're safe now, there's no needs to be sorry."

"I left... I left all of you..." Tori sobbed.

"You left to protect us, Tori. Not at you're own will."

"You're... you're not mad?"

Fred shook his head. "

So he kissed the top of her head and pulled her into his arms once again.

idk how to write reunions okay