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Molly Weasley sat down in her comfy chair by the fire with a sigh of satisfaction. Arthur, with the help of their sons had managed to transfer all their furnitures and belongings from the Burrows to... the perfect copy of the newly built Burrows in the new found Realm. Fred had already been exploring his ancient room but went back to helping George do the same with their shop now that the Ministry of Magic had chosen a site to rebuild some of the Diagon Alley venue. Many sorcerers had opted to settle in the deserted houses they had found, after a good cleaning and decorating but Mooly wanted Fred to feel at home, as if Death never touched him.

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   Greetings From Lark

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