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Who: Arthur Weasley, Percy Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom
Where: A small pub in Dover.
When: 14th October 2001
Status: Complete

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"It's Arthur, Hermione," he said softly, and though he gave no explicit acknowledgement of her unease he showed it subconsciously, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Please, there's no need for formalities. I certainly don't deserve them."

The display of weakness made his mouth twitch, and Arthur decided it was probably best not to linger on his adopted daughter's intense gaze.

Turning to the final person, Arthur smiled as he looked upon the youngest of his sons. "Hello, Ron," he said, his smile all the broader thanks to Ron's surprisingly long hair.

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Ron had promised himself he'd be stoic. To treat this like his run-in with Percy at the Burrow, and not blubber and cry like some ickle firstie away from home for the first time.

But he'd been on tenterhooks for far too long to just... stand there skeptical and completely devoid of all emotions while his long-lost father looked at him and smiled in a way which reminded him of evenings spent tinkering with yet another Muggle gadget that Molly had specifically told her husband not to bring into the house.

Like it was their own private joke. A nudge-nudge, wink-wink, "What your Mum doesn't know won't hurt her" sort of secret between a father and son.

Letting go of Hermione's hand - the only thing truly anchoring him to this time and place - he strode over to embrace the older man in a fierce hug.

"Dad," Ron breathed, his heart thumping so wildly that it left him momentarily lightheaded. "It's really you."

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"I've had trouble believing that myself lately," Arthur confessed, a hint of his old self twinkling in his eyes. "Well then," he said, turning to the others. "I suppose that makes it storytime