Arthur sat back at the table he shared with his wife of many long years. He let his gaze wander, taking in the sight of all of his grown children.
Bill danced with Fleur as their children ran around their legs. Charlie stroked his husband's back as they smiled and shared a drink. Percy was knelt down, scolding his smallest son while his wife shook her head, watching them. George twirled his heavily pregnant wife outrageously across the dance floor. Ron and Hermione swayed much more modestly as they snuggled their baby between them. Ginny laughed loudly while Harry blushed as she teasingly revealed her garter underneath her layered wedding robes.
Yes, Arthur's children were grown up and thriving. The kind of posterity a man could be proud of. The kind of family that inspires others to search for their own happiness.
"He would have been so happy today," Molly said beside him.
"Yes, he would have," Arthur agreed, eyes drifting back to George. If he closed his eyes, he could almost see Fred hovering behind his twin, laughing. "He always loved a good celebration."
The End.