George Weasley couldn't believe what his senses were yelling at him. "It's the cruellest prank to do that!" but Fred laughed and hugged him. All of the Weasleys had been summoned back and witnessed the miracle.

"Is it Snape? Lavender and Colin said it was Snape" said Ron. Fred replied: "no, it was Harry's mom, just looking a lot younger like she was in her pics. She was so serious and yet smiling and had a glow around her, she said to go see my family and ask if you'd come with us."

"Come with you? Where?"

"I'm still dead for this world, but I have an entire life to live if I follow her to the fair elves realm; she took years of her life to give it to me but when she's gone, I'll be dead again unless I follow her." replied Fred

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When Albus Potter and Ron Weasley reached the cemetary where Snape had been buried twenty years ago, the lament chant had stopped and the tombstone cracked open revealed an empty coffin. "Uncle Ron! Look! Other graves are in the same state! Lavender Brown; Colin Crivey...".
But Ron had already recognized his former girlfriend, looking a bit lost and as young as he remembered her. "No, this is not possible. Fenrir Greyback killed you, even the stone of resurrection cannot bring people back from Death!" But Lavender was in his arms, crying and Ron could feel her returning warmth and even her hair perfume. He buried his head in her mane. "You're alive, thank Merlin, you're alive!"

Molly Weasley never knew the muggle concept of the empty nest, her old house had always been home to hungry and naughty grand children hunting gnomes in the garden or preying on her apple pie. Arthur was now retired from the Ministry and actively working on forbidden confiscated muggle artefacts.

"Arthur? Is that you? It's too soon for dinner you know." The loud noise coming for the kitchen didn't stop. And then she saw him. Seated on the counter, munching on an enormous ham sandwich, his flamboyant hair the colour of the carrot.
Fred Weasley.

A tall and black silhouette was standing before the tank where the motionless body of Hermione layed; he looked at the twirling colours of the potion with attention, then reached in his pocket and added a pinch of green pocket, while muttering about imbeciles and fake doctors only being good to cure old witches bunions.
"Wake up, Granger, we have to talk."

Ron said:"Kreacher always had a will of his own and he was really finding all the ways possible to neglect his duties, until you gave him Regulus' fake horcrux.
Harry: He certainly has a very important agenda on his mind, let me deal with this, it might lead us to a solution to heal Hermione.
Albus: Dad, please let me go near professor Snape's vault; Scorpius said he'd heard something.
Ron: I've lost enough time with those books, alright I go with Albus Severus and then straight to Saint Mungo, I wish to see Hermione.

Albus Potter looked at his dad and added: "you know, I'm sorry if I've lost you our House Elf, I didn't know I'd free him by giving him my jumper and..."
Ilse, Hermione's elf assistant who was helping Ron and Harry in the elves archives muffled a scream behind her two hands.
Harry asked: "What?"
Ilse: "only Master can free a House Elf and your son is not the master of Kreacher, master Potter, you are. He is obliged to answer to you."

What is up with Kreacher, how could he lie to his Master and not fear repercussions?

Harry Potter and Ron Weasley had left the secret archives of the house elves, deep inside the castle to get some refreshments in Hogwarts kitchen. After three days and nights there, they've learned most of the little folk myths and legends and nothing useful to save Hermione.
"Dad!" Albus Potter had interrupted their gloomy meal. "Scorpius believes there's something going on at Snape's cemetary but his family has forbidden him to go there now. Can I go with uncle Ron?"

Draco stared at his father, then at Kreacher and exploded in a roaring laughter. "If I were a muggle, I'd say that you've watched too much Stargate on tv! Enough of this nonsense." Turning to face his son. "Scorpius, the holidays are coming to an end, if I see you again in that cemetary, you'll finish school in Durmstrang. Father, with all due respect, your choices in life have put us all at risk and I'd like you to refrain from putting fairytales in that head full of wind. AS for you..." (his tone was now less than friendly as he addressed Kreacher) "... unless you are willing to replace Dobby and do the dishes, get OUT!"

Kreacher was now as offended as Lucius and with a loud bang, he disappeared from Malfoy manor's hall. "I was right to buy a dishwasher, those house elves are useless creatures..."

Kreacher interrupted Lucius. "Muggles, Ha! They've been used by the race master to replace us, house elves." Draco and Scorpius were staring at him as if he had lost his mind.
"We have been created for our long life, endurance, willingness to serve... alas, our fertility was affected by this planet and when the masters realized it, they used fertile animals to serve them too. Muggles. Of they multiplied alright but they were flawded since the beginning. A careful reevaluation created the wizards and witches to keep them in check but many of our Creators had already found a way to leave Earth and find their way in the stars."