"Daddy!" squealed a little girl as she hovered on a broomstick just inches off the ground. Fred turned to smile at his daughter. She kicked off a little higher off the ground and was now circling his head; Fred spun around with her.

"Happy birthday, darling" said Angelina, joining them from inside, cradling little Roxanne in her arms. "Dad and I hope you like your present."

"I do Mum, I love it!" said the curly-haired girl, with a grin that looked just like her dad's and a eyes as beautiful as her mother's. She climbed even higher with her broom and did a bit of a loop-the-loop just to show off.

"Careful!" called her mother. Fred took Roxy from her arms and looked at his wife. "Get up there with her, love." Then to his daughter, with a wink: "Your mother was the cutest quidditch player at Hogwarts!" The girl on the broom giggled while Angelina grabbed her own broom, blushing a little. Fred watched as two of his three favourite girls raced across the backyard. He was reminded of doing the same thing with his brother, George and with a pang of sadness he recalled the times he'd used tricks to make sure he won. Even though he was sure George had done the same, it now somehow felt wrong; he'd have given all the times he'd beat George just to have him back for a day. He was jolted back to reality by Angelina's voice saying it was time to go inside. They drifted back onto the ground gently and locked the brooms in the shed.

"Don't forget to wipe your feet, Georgia" reminded Angelina as they traipsed inside.

"Muuuuum, don't call me that! It's George."

Fred beamed. "That's my girl."