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Photos

It was three in the morning while Ronald Bilius Weasley sat in the dim candlelight as he browsed through various documents of his life. There was his birth certificate, here was his Hogwarts letter, and somewhere else was the letters he received from his friends during the holidays…

And then he came across the photos. He picked up the envelope that held them, and carefully opened it. Inside were several of the moving pictures, including those of his days with Hermione – these were the ones he paid most attention to.

The first in the small pile was of his wedding day, the part when he and Hermione were exchanging vows and rings. Hermione looked gorgeous in the picture, but Ron knew that she had looked far more magnificent on the day. She had been wearing a cream dress, which almost touched the floor, and had a corset-like top to it. It hugged her body until it had reached her hips, and then it had spilled out like a rushing waterfall.

He looked at the next one.

He and Hermione were dancing the first dance of the day, and as they span in slow circles, he could see a small conversation going on between him and his wife. In the background, he could see Harry and Ginny talking, glancing every now-and-then at the dancers, before joining in with the applause at what seemed the end of the song.

Next one.

Ron nearly laughed out loud. It was a picture of Hermione after she had tried to make pancakes early in the morning in the Muggle way. The walls had specks of pancake batter on it, as did Hermione's hair. Hermione herself was looking around the room guiltily. In the corner you could see a tiny, two-year-old Hugo playing with the batter on the wall, and a four-year-old Rose laughing at her mother.

Next.

It was at a park with four excited children running around. To one side, four adults sat on a bench. Two of these adults had red hair, the other two brown and black. It was he, his wife, his sister and his best friend. Ginny looked a little fatter, and Harry's hand kept travelling to her stomach. Then he realised, Ginny was pregnant with little Lily Luna, and the four children were Rose, Hugo, James and Albus.

He tucked it to the back, and realised that he had come back to the first photo. He wondered vaguely why there were only four there, and where the others were, but he didn't have too much time to think on it as he heard muffled footsteps behind him. A small hand landed on his shoulder, and he turned round to see a somewhat tired Hermione standing there, smiling at him.

"I think it's time you should get back to bed," she said. Ron nodded, put the photos back, and followed his wife to their room. As he lay on the edge of sleep, he remembered where the other photos were…

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Far away, in London, lies a secret building, a ministry of sorts. In that building lies offices, and in one of those offices lay a small pile of photos…

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