Harry's 35th birthday was a night ago. He and his friends had a great night in the party at Hogwarts. Things went pretty well since Voldemort´s death. When the party ended, almost everyone were gone. Hermione and Ron had to leave earlier because their children, Hugo and Rose, were falling asleep. Anyway, people like Neville, Draco, and Luna were already heading home. Molly Weasley volunteered to clean up all the mess. Of course, against Harry's refusal. At the end, she won. Minerva McGonagall helped with the cleaning, but fatigue consumed her. Molly coax her to rest, besides she was almost finishing. Pleased with her work, she decided she would take the leftovers of her apple pie. At home, she was warming up the pie when she accidentally ordered George:
"Fred, would you please hand me that plate?"
She realized her mistake when she saw George's afflicted expression. Her eyes filled with tears and they started to stream as she hugged him.
Molly muttered " I'm so sorry."
George backed away a little and thought of something that would cheered up his mother.
"Honestly, woman you call yourself our mother."
He returned the hug tightly and before stepping out of the room, he said.
"I'm only joking, I´m Fred!"