Author's Note;

This chapter is very short but this is kind of a pro(epi)logue to the story. It may take place much later after the events of the story, but it is the prologue. So keep in mind that is why this chapter is so very short.

Disclaimer;

I do not own Harry Potter or anything in the Harry Potter universe. If I did, I would be a rich bitch just sitting around writing more Harry Potter books. Sadly, I am no J.K. Rowling - so I just sit around and write this for fun and (hopefully) your enjoyment.


"And do you Mr. George Weasley take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?" Kingsley looked over the pair before him, waiting for an answer from George. The bride – who looked splendind in her white dress reached out and smacked her husband-to-be upside the head with a resounding thwack.

"You'd better be keen on answering sometime soon Georgie-boy." George had been looking at her in all her white dress glory and both marveling at the beauty (and wondering how his mother had gotten her into that thing since she'd always sworn she'd never wear white) of her and the wonder that she would be his wife in a matter of moments.

"I do." Smiling at her, he gave her a slight wink before looking to Kingsley with a 'get a move on it' kind of a look. Kingsley sighed and turned to look at the glowering bride who was smiling behind her glower.

"And do you Miss Padme Booth take this man to be your lawful wedded husband? You sure you want to? No one would blame you if you didn't!" It was all in jest and everyone knew as such, laughing at the joke as Padme turned as red under her complexion as she possibly could.

"I do – now get on with it!"

"Wait, Grandma!" The youngest Weasley grandchild piped up from her spot in her grandmother's lap. Molly was holding the photo album of George and Padme's wedding and reception in her left hand as she put her right on the little girl's head. Molly had gotten older over the past sixteen years, but her red hair was still as bright and she looked down at what could've been her own reflection years ago when she was a child.

"Yes Winifred?" But of course it was not Winifred she was looking at, it was her minutes older twin sister Georgia.

"I'm not Winnie! I'm Georgie. Honestly Grandma? Can't you tell your own grandkids apart?" Molly put the photo album down and scooped both Georgia and Winifred into a tight hug as she had a flashback of Fred and George – whom the girls were named after – when they were young. Always bothering her about the fact that they were identical and she once confused the two.

"Sorry Georgie."

"I'm only joking! I am Winnie!" Molly should have known it was coming. She glowered at Winnie with a disapproving patented Grandma stare before smiling at the girls who were looking at each other mischievously. "Very funny Winnie, what do you need dear?"

"Well Heera, Ela and Serena were making fun of us cause we don't know how Mom and Dad met. So we wondered if you'd tell us Grandma." Molly laughed a little at the girls. Winnie and Georgie were only eight years old. No one could blame them for not knowing how Padme and George had met.

"Well Heera, Ela and Serena are four years older than you are girls, so don't be too worried about it. But yes, I'll tell you. And don't let your sisters bother you, they only found out when they were your age too." Putting the album down on the table beside the couch she adjusted herself better on the couch as the two girls bickered about whether their brother Arthur knew at all. Molly couldn't recall ever telling Arthur, but she couldn't very well ask him. Arthur and the girls were at Hogwarts. Arthur starting his first year and the triplets were starting their second year. It was only the second week of term. 'I wonder how many owls Padme has gotten already about the kids. I usually had five or six by now…'

"Grandma? Are you gonna tell us!?" Georgie practically whined at her Grandmother with a pleading look.

"Yes dear, just let me get myself another cup of tea." Molly waved her wand and took the small cup of tea that appeared before her. She took a sip before putting it down beside the photo album. "Alright girls, get comfortable. Now, do you know where your Mom and Dad went to school?"

"HOGWARTS!" The resounding bellow of excitement would have knocked poor Molly off her feet if she were standing. Old Errol in the corner fell off his perch – although that was getting more and more common as the days passed – with a small 'hoo!'

"No need to yell girls, but yes. Hogwarts. Your mother was two years ahead of your father. I believe she used to call him a pain in her…" Thinking better of telling the girls exactly what their mother often called their father she simply cleared her throat and kept going. "Well, anyway! Your Uncle Percy actually had a crush on her. Used to follow her around and tell her all about his Prefects badge."

"Prefect? Eww! Mom didn't like that did she?" Molly laughed and shook her head.

"No, no she didn't. She used to call him…you know girls your mother really has some colorful language." The girls giggled and turned as red as their hair.

"We know, you should hear some of the things she calls Dad when he brings mud into the house." Molly could only imagine. Padme was a very colorful person. Her father was a sailor, so that was probably how she ended up with such a colorful vocabulary at her disposal.

"Winnie, Georgie. Don't ever repeat the words you hear your mother say to your father when he brings mud in." Although Molly had called George a fair few names when he'd done it at the Burrow. "Now then, where was I? Oh yes! Well they both went to Hogwarts and didn't spend any time together. Actually I don't think they met until after the final battle…" Molly would spend the next several hours telling her youngest grandchildren the story of how their parents had met.