It's been two years since the Wizarding War. The Magical world was now at peace and the families who have lost someone in the war were slowly healing.
Molly Weasley pranced around the kitchen trying to get supper ready; the whole family was coming to visit. The whole family, she thought with a stab of pain, it'll never be the whole family again. She saw a flash of green light in her mind and her eyes automatically got watery. She glanced over to their family portrait they took in Egypt a few years back. They all looked so happy; it now seemed like it was in another lifetime.
She heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She quickly wiped her eyes and started chopping some vegetables with her wand.
"Need some help Mum?" her son inquired.
"No, I'll handle it Fred, you go and get…" she stopped abruptly in mid-sentence realizing what she had done. She looked apologetically at George, struggling to keep the tears out of her eyes.
George gently took her hands and gave her a sad smile, "Honestly woman you call yourself our mother?"
A/N- This idea came to me after I saw this Harry Potter picture on Facebook. I know it's very short but I couldn't think of anything more to write. I hope you liked it.