Lily could still hear the shrieking of the howler as she exited the Castle. She was fuming as the Muggles would say. She had always considered herself a relatively calm woman. She had her fits of anger, just like any normal person would. Perhaps sometimes they would be louder and more volatile than they needed to be. She was a redhead after all, and subtlety was a wasted art on the ones that were usually responsible for her outbursts. It was healthy to release the firestorm that dwelled within.

As a child her mum had signed her up to take Tai Chi to help her control her inner demon, as she so affectionately called it. Thanks to those teachings, even when she was at her most volatile, she always had a certain level of control. That control had been put to the test by her husband more times than she ever cared to remember. Even when Sirius and Harry had her at her wits end, she never lost control.

In less than a minute Molly Weasley had her seeing red and this time it wasn't her hair. The woman had crossed a line and now, by Merlin, she was going to learn why Lily's Animagus was a lioness.

"VONDA!" Lily yelled as she marched to the gate that led to Hogsmeade. With a pop, her house elf appeared at her side and had to run to keep up with her Mistress's fast pace.

"Yes Mistress?"

"Find Molly Weasley and return with her location!" Lily snapped not even bothering to look down at her. That alone told Vonda that whatever that Witch had done it was very bad. Never had her Mistress ever raised her voice to her. This was going to be bad…very, very bad.

"Yes Mistress!" Vonda answered and popped away. No sooner had Lily exited Hogwarts grounds when Vonda returned.

"Mistress, the Witch you seek is in the Village down the way."

"Perfect," Lily snarled as she quickened her pace.

"Mistress why are you so enraged?" Vonda asked in hopes that talking would calm her Mistress down. What came out of Lily's mouth was an unending, barely coherent, very unfriendly rant. Vonda was only able to make a few of the words - bitch, foot, and arse. Vonda assumed she must be channeling Master Harry. He was always fond of those words when he was incensed.

Molly Weasley was a woman on a mission, or would mother be the better word? Yes, mother was the ticket. Her family was all out of whack and it was high time that she straightened them out. She had seen this coming for awhile now. As always at the core of it was Ginny. What was it with that girl? She attracted trouble like a garden attracts gnomes.

She loved her daughter very much, but she could be dreadfully exasperating at times. Stubborn to the core, opinionated beyond reason, with mischievousness that leveled on brilliance, defiant to the point that you wanted to strangle her, and completely ungrateful for what her mother had done to secure her a better future. She honestly didn't know where she got it from.

She was such a good little girl until her first year at Hogwarts. She had the cutest crush on Neville. He was quite taken with her, and her future looked very bright indeed. It all started when Ginny let herself be controlled by that damn diary. She had hurt so many students, and if it wasn't for Neville she would have died in that cursed chamber.

If it wasn't for Dumbledore's and Neville's influence she could have been sent to Azkaban straight away. Ginny was very lucky all she walked away with was a Life Debt. The daft girl saw it as a curse instead of a blessing. How could she not see the opportunity before her? The-Boy-Who-Lived's fame, fortune, and everything that came with that. Yes, Neville had a few character flaws thanks to his Grandmother, but the woman wasn't going to live forever. All Ginny needed to do was to tolerate her while she was still alive. A proper Witch could mold Neville into the kind of Wizard that she would be proud of. Did the girl not realize how many years she had to put into Arthur? He certainly didn't start off as the steadfast father and husband he was today.

Molly could still remembered all the parties that she went to before the Prewetts lost their fortune because of her father's gambling. They were once a respected family and linked to some of the most influential members of the Wizengamot. Now their good name was all but a joke. Her aunt Muriel all but disowned them. She was little more than a child herself and she was obligated to care for her younger brothers as her beautiful mum was forced to pay off the debts her family had. Her mum was never really the same after that. It wasn't until she returned to school that she learned how her mum had accomplished that. It was made very clear that very few Lords were all that Noble.

She knew what her future held, so she sought to find herself a husband. Many said that they would consider it if she was accommodating, and against her better judgment she was. She felt she had little choice, as she had two little brothers to protect. She made the mistake of seeking out wealthy young classmates. Her accommodations were small at first, but their desires only grew as did her transgressions. She soon lost control of the situation. Before she knew it she was the joke of the school.

It was Arthur that took a beating from four Slytheins, in defense of her jaded honor that brought Molly back to her senses. Just a poor boy from a poor family, but he had a more noble heart that any of the ones that she had unwisely chosen. True, his obsession with Muggle things could be annoying at times, but he was good and decent. When he looked at her she felt beautiful, not plain and big boned as she was often called, but mostly she didn't feel dirty.

Before she knew it they was married. She never regretted that decision, but at times she missed her old life, back when she was still young and innocent. The parties, oh how she missed the parties and spinning around in her dress. It made her feel free. She wanted that for Ginny, and with luck she could have it.

Now she was going to throw it all away over some handsome boy with a Title, which was a sick joke in her opinion. She still remembered all the stories that Rita Skeeter wrote about his mother. How the Muggle-born Witch snaked one of the most handsome Noble Lords away from more deserving Pure-blooded Witches. It was said that she was very gifted with potions. Rita exposed how she had used Love Potions to have him literally panting like a dog for her. Yet, she shunned him until their last year at Hogwarts. Then she swooped in for the kill. The ink was barely dry on the Marriage Certificate before she was conveniently pregnant. All the time Sirius Black was always close at hand. It was obvious that she took advantage of the fact that he was distraught, over his longtime girlfriend having a Marriage Contract with another man. There were even pictures of her so called attempt at comforting him. Poor trusting James was blind to it all. He deserved better. Once her son was born they were never seen. It was rumored that he looked strikingly like Sirius Black. Then noble brave James Potter got killed by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. That scandalous woman didn't even have the decency to attend her husband's funeral. Remus was beside himself with grief.

Now they were back with their so called love child. She didn't care what the Daily Prophet said or that he looked like James in that picture. He was under a Glamour Charm, she was sure of it. And the ways the two of them were throwing curses around Diagon Alley. Some innocent child could have been gravely hurt. The boy had a smile on his face for Merlin's sake! Neville said that woman was practically bragging how her son had been with Succubi in the Great Hall. It seems that he is just like that sinful mother of his.

She gave Albus a good piece of her mind for letting that twisted family teach their children. Of course Remus instantly jumped to their defense. He was such a loyal friend. Tonks was doing her best to keep him calm. Molly just hoped that she would be able to make him see the truth about those vial people.

Now that boy was trying to infect her children with his perverse ways. Well she would have none of it. She had listened to Arthur when he said that they should trust in their children to find their own way. Now she was going to do it her way. By now that sorry excuse for a Noble Lord would be feeling the sting of her Howler. With her daughter's attitude properly adjusted, she was going to put her two troublesome twins back in line.

George woke up to the delicious feel of Angelina's naked body against his. Her raven hair was sprawling across his bare chest, as she silently played connect the dots with freckles. Her beautiful face had intense concentration on it as she drew an invisible picture that only she could see. It was the same expression that she had when she played Quidditch. It was completely adorable. Her lips curled up when she felt a part of him stir. Her eyes slowly looked up until her firewhisky colored eyes locked with his hazel ones. They had that mischievous shimmer that he loved so much.

"Is someone finally up?" She purred at him.

"Not yet Luv, but it's coming."

"Why Mr. Weasley, that was a rather bold statement…I hope you can back it up." She added with an eye brow wiggle. George answered her by using the move he saw Hestia use on Fred the day before. Angelina squeaked as she sucked in a quick breath. She was both shocked and aroused by George's dynamic move. Fear mixed in as he grabbed her wrists and guided then until they crossed each other over her head. One of his hands held them in place as the other slowly made its way down her neck. Her breathing became heavier as she stared silently into his lust filled eyes. The loose way he held her wrists together, told her that he would stop if she asked. The thing was that though his new dominating side it was quite intimidating, it was also very erotic.

"Prepare yourself to be ravaged Ms. Johnson." George told her in a husky voice. With reckless abandonment she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in. His mouth crashed down on hers and found that her hunger matched his own.

Blam! Blam! Blam!

"Did you hear something?" George asked as he broke for air and looked around the room.

"Hey! Less talking, more ravishing," Angelina ordered and George attacked her neck with his mouth. He quickly found her sensitive spot and she moaned out her appreciation. "I don't want to know how you learned to do that, but don't you dare stop."

Blam! Blam! Blam!

Angelina rolled her eyes in aggravation. She couldn't believe that those two were at it again. The least they could have done was put up a Silencing Charm or something. George let go of her wrists and put both of his hands to good use. She left her arms crossed so not to break from her secret fantasy. The annoying banging faded away as her lover brought her closer and closer to bliss. She would let him take her anyway he wanted and they would deal with the ramifications of it later. This was what she wanted. She knew herself well enough to know that.

Blam! Blam! Blam!

"Bloody Fuck That's annoying!" They both yelled out at the same time. George jumped out of the bed and started to franticly look for his wand. Angelina rolled over on her side to enjoy the show.

Blam! Blam! Blam!

"Got it!" George yelled out as he waved the wand above his head and did a victory dance. She rolled her eyes at his ridicules boogie, but couldn't stop herself from giggling all the same. It was just one of the things that she loved about him.

"Cast the damn charm already and get your arse back in bed! I have yet to be thoroughly ravaged, Mr. Weasley." She commanded as she struck a very sexy poise on the bed. She wiggled her bum in a way that drove him totally nutters.

"On it Luv," George said after receiving the proper motivation from his voluptuous temptress. He cast the silencing charm at his twins room and moved to go back into his bed and give Angelina the attention that she just demanded. She assumed the position that she had earlier. Just short of the bed a playfully evil idea popped into his devious mind. She recognized the look in his eyes immediately and gulped hard.

With a swish of his wand, red ribbons shot forth binding her wrists to the headboard. She squeaked in a quick breath as the end of the ribbon covered her eyes. She didn't fight against it, but bit down on her bottom lip in anticipation.

Blam! Blam! Blam! "Fred and George Weasley you open this door right this instant! I know you're both in there!" George froze where he stood and all the color left his body when the bellowing voice of Howlin' Molly Weasley came through the open window. Not that Angelina could see with her being naked, tied, blindfolded, and very, very aggravated.

"Honestly! Does that woman not have a life of her own?"

"I'll get rid of her." George walked over to the window and looked down. This was not good. She was in her standard Fred-and-George-I'm-going-to-hang-you-by-your-thumbs stance. Both of her hands were on her hips and the tapping of one of her feet was becoming faster and louder. After what happened at the Order meeting he shouldn't have been surprised that she would come demanding answers. He just wasn't expecting her this bloody early.

Angelina had just recently returned to the country and his mum was intruding on their limited time together. She had gotten on as a Chaser on a French Quidditch Team and was only visiting for a few days. He wished it was more, but he would take what he could get. He felt a flare of anger. His mum's meddling was really pissing him off.

"Mum! Now is not a good time. Come back in an hour." He heard Angelina clear her throat. "Make that two hours."

"Don't you dare shut that window George Weasley! I will not be dismissed! Do you hear me young man! I said don't shut that window!"

Whatever muffled commands that his mum was yelling at him he ignored as he took in the lovely view on his bed. "Now, where were we?"

"You mentioned something about ravaging."

"Yes, but first let's find those ticklish spots." George said with the glee of a kid in a candy store.

"George don't you dare!" Angelina screamed as she withered around in the bed, even before he had reached it.

"Oh, but I am daring." George teased as he creped over to the bed.

"MOLLY WEASLEY!" Was heard coming from outside and quickly followed by his mum's scream and the side of the house shaking from being hit by a spell.

"What the hell now," George said as he went back to the window and threw it open. On the street below he saw his mum getting up off the ground. She must have dived to avoid being hit by a hex. In the middle of the street was a woman with dark red hair and green eyes. She was looking at his mum like she could spit nails.

"Are you out of your mind?" Molly shrieked as she got to her feet.

"Just who do you think you are sending a Howler to my son?" Lily yelled.

"If you had done a proper job raising him I wouldn't have to!" Molly countered and then was forced to dive to avoid being hit by another hex.

"Said the woman that all but called her own daughter a whore for the whole school to hear."

"She didn't?" Angelina, wrapped in a sheet, asked as she looked out the window at the scene playing out in the street. George gave her a double take. She had somehow managed to free herself from the binds.

"How did you get out of that?" George asked.

"I'm adventurous and like to experiment…that doesn't make me stupid." She told him as she wiggled her wand.

"And exactly where were you hiding that?"

"If she told you that, it wouldn't be a very good hiding spot." Hestia said as she strolled across the room naked and looked out the window. Fred followed her into the room, but thankfully he had the good sense to put on a pair of boxers. Hestia eyed George with a smirk before taking a position next to Angelina at the window. "I guess they really are identical," She said, to which Angelina laughed. George looked down and turned red, before bolting to his dresser and acquiring some cloths.

"Two questions oh brother of mine."

"Shot"

"She's not going to put cloths on is she?"

"She's going on ten hours now, so probably not… next?"

"What the hell did she do to your back?" George asked as he examined the labyrinth of scratch marks across his back. "That had to have hurt?"

"Yeah it stung…but what a ride it was," Fred answered with a broad grin.

"Kinky."

"Pot to the cauldron, oh brother of mine…pot…to…the…cauldron." Fred pointed to the ribbons still tied to the bed.

"Will you two shut it! This is getting good."

On the street below Molly was on one of her famous rants while sending hex after hex at Lily. Who was simply stepping out of the way at the last second, while egging her on at the same time.

"I know you're all tops with potions Potter, you being Slughorn's favorite and all. Only Muggle-born in the Slug Club as I recall. Wonder how you managed that one? That's how you got James isn't it? A Love Potion? Now that cad of a son of yours is trying to do it to my sweet Ginny. Will you bloody stand still!" Molly screamed as she fired another curse at Lily only to miss again. Molly had only seen pictures of Lily in the paper until today. She needed a Love Potion to get James as much as her husband needed another Muggle toy. If there was any justice in the Wizarding World she would have not aged well, no such luck. Plus she had the grace of a dancer. Bitch!

"What is your function for the Order anyway…cook, because honey you couldn't hit land if you fell off a ruddy broom. As for my son needing a Love Potion to get a girl…bitch please. You dare call my son a cad with you history. Someone is wearing their hypocrite hat today. What was that nickname the Slytherins had for you. Molly the…"

"You shut your mouth! My sons live in that house." Molly screamed as she upgraded from hexes to curses. Her desperation was starting to show with her aim.

"Seriously? That one wasn't even close. Your kids went to school with the children of the ones that you went to school with. Do you honestly believe that wasn't ever thrown in their faces? You know how cruel children can be. Do you have any idea what it was like for that lovely young girl to be compared to you?" Lily snapped as she hit Molly with a Stinging Jinx.

"Some of us didn't have a tight little body to get us a Noble Lord. We had to work with what we were given. At least I never used sex as a weapon like you did." Dammit missed again!

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" Lily's Expulso spell made the ground before Molly explode and cover her with dirt. A large clump of grass with a flower sticking out of it handed on top of her head. Molly rolled her venom filled eyes as she threw it off.

"Like Sirius Black would have hung around for all those years if you weren't giving him a good reason." To say that Molly was jealous of Lily was an understatement. She was the kind of beautiful that made men eyes follow her, even if they were with someone else. Oh she acted like she didn't notice, but no one was that blind. Her brothers would come back from Order meetings talking about how brilliant Lily was, or how she was so good at charms. Once they dragged Arthur to one of those meeting and he wouldn't stop talking about her. Lily told me what a rubber duck was for. If we have a girl I hope she's just like Lily. It drove her crazy. What chance did a plain big boned girl have against someone like that?

"What are you babbling about now you twit."

"I raised six boys remember. I know how their brains work. Deny them something and they almost become obsessed about it. You played hard to get until just before James was graduated. Wouldn't want him going out into the world and finding a proper Witch would you? You tricked him into marring you and then got him killed!" Molly spat out and crossed a line for the second time that day. Lily's features became feral.

She charged Molly, sending a Furnunculuc Curse followed a Diffindo. Molly backed away as she put up a shield. It didn't take long to fall under Lily's barrage of curses. Molly tripped and fell on her back. As she scampered to get to her feet, Lily closed the gap between them. Molly yipped as she was hit with a Stinger Jinx on her bum. Only to be followed by several more hitting other parts of her body, the intensity of the jinx becoming greater with every hit. She became painfully aware that if this was a real battle she would be dead by now. If their places were switched, she knew that she would be sending far worse at her.

"Mummafacashus!" Lily howled at her. Molly's robes wrapped around her body tightly and she fell, face first, into the street. She was then roughly pulled into a kneeling position by her hair. She felt the pain of Lily's wand on her throat. One look in her eyes told her that the woman was barely holding it together. When the woman spoke she could swear that she had fangs.

"Bitch, you don't know me or my life, so you don't get to judge me! You still have your husband to hold you at night and shield you from the darkness, to laugh with, to cry with…t-to make you feel alive.

YOU KNOW WHAT I GOT! I GOT TO SEE A SNAKEFACED BASTARD SHOOT A KILLING CURSE IN MY HUSBANDS BACK! I GOT TO SEE ALL THE LOVE HE HAD FOR ME AND MY SON IN HIS EYES, ONLY TO WITNESS THE LIFE FADE FROM THEM!

TRY EXPLAINING TO A LITTLE BOY THE REASON HE CAN'T STAY IN ANY ONE PLACE LONG ENOUGH TO MAKE ANY REAL FRIENDS, AND THE REASON WHY HIS FATHER ISN'T THERE TO TEACH HIM ALL THE THINGS ONLY A FATHER CAN IS BECAUSE SOME HALF-WITTED NEVER-WAS MADE SOME DAMN PROPHECY!

HOW ABOUT, WATCHING YOUR SON WHO SHOULD BE PLAYING WITH OTHER KIDS, TRAIN UNTIL HE DROPS FROM EXHAUSTION, BECAUSE HE FEELS HE NEEDS TO PROTECT HIS MOTHER AND AVENGE HIS FATHER? DO YOU KNOW THE VERY MOMENT THAT YOUR SON STOPPED BEING A CHILD? I BLOODY DO AND I LIVE WITH THAT EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE!

NOW I KNOW YOU'RE ONE OF THOSE IDIOTS THAT THINK RITA SKEETER IS A REAL JOURNALIST, BUT I'M GOING TO GIVE YOU THE REAL FACTS, NOT DUMBLEDORE AND LONGBOTTOM'S.

Fact! Yes your daughter went with my son to Diagon Alley yesterday. Fact! Dumbledore approved it. Fact! Ginny volunteered to go. Fact! My son sent his house elf to hide her in his vault until it was over. Fact! She refused, because Death Eaters had one of you sons. Fact! They told her to surrender herself or they were going to kill your son. Fact! She lead a rescue with only two of your other sons, a Goblin, and a house elf as backup. Fact! They saved not you're your other son, but the Director of Gringotts himself. Fact! Instead of running like so many fully trained Witches and Wizards were doing, my son battled his way through Trolls, Gargoyles, and Orcs to get to her. Fact! Greyback had his claws around you daughter's throat, and only when my son arrived did he let Ginny go. Fact! You precious Chosen One pulled his wand on your daughter and called her his property. Fact! My son put himself between her and Longbottom's wand.

Personally, I would need more that Dumbledore's word before I surrender my child over to a spoiled brat! Here's a little bit of advice from one mother to another. Stop talking at your daughter and start talking to her or you are going to lose Ginny for good. Oh, this is one more little fact for you, so listen real carefully. If you ever disrespect Harry or Ginny again I will, Azkaban be damned, not hold back." She shoved Molly's face in the street before turning to leave. It was only then that she realized that a crowd of people had gathered around them. One face that she recognized was that of Gabriella Greengrass. The women shared an unreadable look, before Lily gave her a slight nod. It was returned, and Lily Apparated back to the front gate of Hogwarts.

The woman stepped forward from the crowd and stopped just short of Molly. She pulled out a copy of the morning's Daily Prophet. She threw it on the ground in front of her. The front page had picture of the Dark Mark over Gringotts. Then two swords pierced the skull and the snake dropped dead. The headline above read.

The End of an Era

The Beginning of Hope

"While you're down there where you obviously belong, you might want to read the article on yesterday's attack. Lord Potter and your daughter were named as heroes of the battle. In fact they are going to be receiving the Order of Merlin on Saturday, along with several other private citizens that stood and fought for their right to live.

Let me tell you something about Lord Harry James Potter, he rallied us to fight back. I know because I was there, as was my little daughter. He showed us a spell that would work against them, and then charged into the thick of it without fear.

As for those Succubi that you think are so sinful and scandalous, they came to our aid when it looked the darkest. Families are still unbroken today because they showed us more humanity than we ever showed them. I once thought like you, but no more.

If you ever bothered to get to know Lily, then you would have seen that Rita Skeeter's so called exposé for what it was. A ghastly attempt by remaining Death Eaters to draw her out, so they could finish what they started. Are you really that daft woman?" Gabriella finished with disgust. She turned on her heels and walked away. The crowd parted so she could pass, but not before some of them started to clap and cheer. Of all that now stood in the street, none aided Molly.

The hordes of spectators were gone when Fred walked out of her house and over to his mother, and cast the Counter-Curse that Harry had taught him.

"Has the whole world gone made? Be a dear and help you old mum up will you Fred…Fred?" Molly asked him, but he was already half way to his door. Molly got up and followed her son to the house. Fred stopped at the front door and turned to face his mother. The look on his face was like when he talked of Umbridge. George walked out the front door and stood shoulder to shoulder with his twin with the same expression.

"When you look at Gin-Gin…" Fred started.

"You see an eleven old girl…" George continued.

"That made a mistake."

"You've been trying…"

"To fix her…"

"Ever since."

"She's not broken."

"Never was."

"What we see is a brilliant..."

"Bold..."

"Brave..."

"Powerful Witch".

"Until you see that mum..."

"Were done." Then they stepped into their house and slammed the door in her face. Molly just stood looking at the door with a blank face, as she slowly digested what had just happened. When she finally turned around and walked away from her sons house, she was as pale as a Patronus. Her world was crumbling around her and for once she didn't know how to fix it. She slowly picked up the discarded copy of the Daily Prophet. Perhaps it was time she got some facts, then maybe...just maybe. she could figure out how to fix all this.