George and Angelina Weasley married shortly after the final battle had ended. The Wizarding World was now at peace, and families were able to settle down. Not long after they married, Angelina discovered she was pregnant. With twins, naturally. Only it was a boy and a girl. What happens when they leave for Hogwarts? What if their houses are completely opposite? What if George is afraid of where his son is sorted?
Voldemort, was dead. The Death Eaters, disappeared, hopefully never to return. The Wizarding world seemed at peace, but yet again. Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley married a few years after the war. Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter married soon after them. To much surprise, George Weasley and Angelina Johnson were married just before Hermione and Ronald tied the knot. It may seem odd, but if you really knew George or Angelina you knew how perfect they truly were for each other. Although, Angelina had a small thing with Fred in the past. It meant nothing now.
Fred was dead, and even before then Angelina knew she loved George. George had discussed with Fred many times, his love for Angelina. Fred, of course, promised it wouldn't come between the two of them. Now, that Fred had passed, it seemed Angelina and George needed each other more then ever.
One year after their marriage, Angelina Johnson noticed something. When she noticed things' such as this, something so serious. It frightened her. Angelina walked out of the bathroom holding her stomach. A black tank top hugged her fit body, and a pair of white short-shorts defined her bum and tight legs. It was clear how beautiful she was, but this scared her. Both hands slid to her stomach, and she had lifted her shirt slightly attempting to examine her stomach. Was she gaining weight? Angelina walked towards the lounge area, where George sat watching the telly. A muggle invention that was a gift from her fathers' distant side. Angelina walked in further, and said with a shaky voice "George... I'm late..." It seemed the whole room was silent, as the clicking of the remote stopped. No one moved, and silence struck hard. All that was currently heard was a cooking show, trying to make vegetable pizza. Angelina had wide eyes, and waited as finally George snapped back into reality. His face, was utterly confused.
"Y-you're w-what?" George's voice cracked, as he stuttered repeatedly. Angelina stared at him, and it seemed things' moved faster then possible. George was suddenly up, and by her side. His hand resting against her bare stomach. "Angelina, you don't think y-you're..." George looked down into her eyes. Angelina's eyes seemed to water slightly, and George's eyes were both filled with happiness and fear. Afraid to be a father, yet over joyed to be starting a family with the love of his life. George's hands' were warm, and it made Angelina's stomach tingle.
"I-I don't know, George. I'm a week late, and we've been making love for a while now... It's possible that-"
"Angelina, are you sure? Are you absolutely positibe that you're late?" George cut her off, and looked at her even more seriously. If she was positive, then they needed to get in touch with his mother. Molly always knew what to do.
"Yes, George. I'm, positive..." Angelina was unsure whether he was happy or not.
"I'll be right back, why don't you just lie down on the couch. I will return as quickly as possible!" Angelina only nodded, as George led her to the couch. Grabbing a pillow and fluffing it for her. Then, he removed a large quilt, for warmth, and waited for her to lie down.
"Where are you going?" Angelina partially knew the answer, but still it was good to ask.
"To mum, she'll know for sure. Mum always knows. She'll probably come back with me. As well as father, so just try and rest. I'll return shortly. I promise!" George softly laid the cover over Angelina as she had finally laid down. He smiled at her, and bent down casually. "I love you Angie..." His lips touched her slightly chilled forehead, and then he disapparated to The Burrows. Angelina lay quiet, and awaiting for what would happen. Hopefully, Molly did know what to do. Of course she would though, she was going to be a wonderful grandmother. Molly was a great mother, and being a grandmother was perfect for her. She always knew what to do, no matter what. Plus, she always had what someone needed. Whether it was toilet paper, or medication. Angelina smiled, and replied to him even though he had disapparted.
"I love you too George..." Her hand still lay on her stomach, for she was awestruck. Might she be on the path of becoming a mother? Angelina wasn't completely sure, but she was a week late. That had never happened in her whole years' of her life, after hitting puberty. This, had to be the cause...