Chapter 1:
Ginny Weasley ran a hand through her long, curly, auburn hair. She sank down into her chair, and magicked a coffee out of thin air.
As she sipped the comforting warmness, Ginny took out a piece of parchment. She put down her cup, and started her report on werewolves.
Suddenly, an owl flew in, landed on her oak table, and stuck out its leg. "Hello and who might you be?" she asked softly, stroking the grey bird.
He just stared at her with large beady eyes. She unrolled the attached parchment. It read:
My dear beautiful Virginia ,
I do hope you will be joining me this Saturday at Madam Puddifoot's, my most beautiful lady. It will be my pleasure, and I assure you that you will see the good in me, rainbow love of my glass heart. I know you are most pleasantly surprised, my lovely butterfly of my dreams. And I am sure, fair princess, that you will accept me.
Yours forever, Loveliest Princess of my golden Dreams,
Humble Handsome Man who will always be yours…
Ginny frowned at it. That was the fifth love letter she had received from Colin Creevey. That guy is off his rocker, she concluded grimly.
She took a fresh sheet of parchment and replied:
Colin;
I am not yours and never will be. Thank you for your invitation, but I am not coming on Saturday. Besides, I do not love you. I might like you, Colin, but as a friend. My patience is wearing thin, Colin, so please stop bothering me. Please find another witch that actually likes you-and has enough time to spare for you.
Ginny
P.S Please remember that I do not love you.
P.P.S Do not send anymore of these letters.
P.P.P.S MY NAME IS NOT VIRGINIA!
She tied the letter to the owl's leg, and watched as it took off into the darkening night sky. Ginny sighed and got back to her work.
After a few minutes, she realised the report was going nowhere, and decided to take a break.
There was a knock on the door of her office, and her fellow Healer, Cerisa, stuck her head in. "Hey Gin, your mother wants you to be back for the Chrismas Eve dinner at this moment." seeing Ginny open her mouth, she added, "and she won't take no for an answer."
Ginny sighed. "Thanks, Risa. You are invited, I should think?"
Cerisa grinned. "Yeah. Aunt Molly said that Ron and Hermione had an announcement to make."
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Not surprising. Their fourth child, I think."
Her blonde cousin nodded mock solemnly. "What else?"
Ginny laughed. "Let's go then." the pair apparated back to the Burrow.
Molly and Arthur came out to meet them. "Ginny! Cerisa!" Molly cried, greeting her daughter and niece. "Come on in!"
They were met by a large red-haired crowd. Every member of the Weasley family were there, accompanied by their spouses and children, and there were also Harry, who Molly and Arthur welcomed as a son, Ginny, who was single, and Cerisa, Molly and Arthur's favourite niece and the closest member of their extended family.
So all that totaled up to…21 kids and 17 adults… (A/N I'm not sure I counted right, it's a bit confusing :D)
"Is everyone here? Can we eat? I'm starving!" exclaimed Cerisa. Molly smiled benignly. "No, dear. We still have two more guests."
Ginny and Harry looked up curiously. "Mrs. Weasley? Who is it?" he asked.
Arthur smiled mysteriously. "You'll find out very soon."
At that precise moment, there was a knock on the door. The chattering ceased. Everyone looked up with confused looks on their faces. "But Grandma," Anastasia piped up, "isn't everyone here already?"
Molly smiled, wiping her hands on her apron. "No, Ana dear. I invited two more guests…" she put her hand on the door handle.
"Meet…" she flung open the door. There was a moment of silence, and then Ron shrieked, "BLOODY HELL!"