Things for the Weasleys hadn't exactly been perfect since the Final Battle. They had to deal with the Funeral of Fred Weasley, for one thing, and that was just as dark and gloomy an affair as they had predicted. The fame that came after the war was just as bad. Poor Molly and Arthur were plauged by fanmail, by condolences and worst of all by claims.

You wouldn't believe the amount of witches who claimed to have slept with Fred Weasley. They all claimed he had proposed to them and therefore that they should be welcomed into the famous family. It broke the heart of the family. They were no longer certain of Fred. Molly and Arthur began to doubt him, they began to wonder if they even knew their son at all. Only George was completely steadfast in his support of his twin. He refused to believe the women who came flocking to the Burrows door. Fred was not the sort of person who womanized. George knew he had a partner, but never knew which witch to believe, there was just too many of them.

Then one day, someone else arrived at the door. The only one George was certain of. The only one his parents wouldn't believe.

She arrived rather unceremoniously, this one did. She walked up the path instead of apparating to the door step, as most of the others had done. George saw her through the window, checking the slip of parchment in her hand, scanning it to make sure she made no mistake. She inhaled deeply and raised her fist to knock timidly on the door.

'Another one? Already?' Molly sighed, exasperated.

'Another one. Already.' George replied with a grin. He made certain he was present for every interview. His parents might make a mistake, but he wouldn't. Still smiling, he went to answer the door.

'Hi George.' She greeted, offering him her hand, 'My name's Diana.' George immediately liked the way she didn't clap her hand to her mouth and mumble 'You look just like him.', and begin to cry silently. That sent alarm bells ringing almost instantly, every time without fail.

This one was different though. She wasn't the generic blonde bombshell that had taken to showing up at the door. No, she was rather plain looking, with wicked blue eyes and numerous poercings in her ears. Thick brown hair tumbled past her shoulders and she wore a loose fitting electric blue sundress.

Electric. The perfect word to describe her.

'Welcome, Diana, or may I call you Di? I'd introduce myself, but you seem to know me already.' George laughed.

'Who doesn't?' She replied, a small smile gracing her face.

'Come on in!' George ushered her inside.

She flashed him another weak smile and stepped inside the chaotic hall. She made her way to the sitting room without guidance, it was as if she knew the house already. The entire time her hand trailed the many surfaces. The old clock, the rickety hall table, a sturdy kitchen chair, memorizing every feature.

As soon as she enterd the sitting room, George knew there was a problem. Mollys' usually warm expression hardened, drinking in Dianas' piercings. Arthur frowned at her attire. It was the middle of October, after all. George stifled an aggitated groan. His parents had already dis-counted her before giving the girl a fair chance.

'Hello, Mr and Mrs Weasley. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. My name's Diana.' She said, extending her hand to the both of them. When neither of them accepted it, however, she let her hand drop to her side and stood rather awkwardly in the middle of the room.

'Sit. Relax. Don't and die.' George muttered, gesturing at the vacant arm-chair.

Diana shot him a grateful look and sank down into the sagging upholstry.

'I guess this must be difficult for you,' She mumbled, her hands clasped tight in front of her, 'God, I don't even know how many girls have been here before me...'

'Fifty-six.' Molly growled under her breath. She opened her mouth to say something else, but Arthur laid a restraining hand on her arm. George decided to take the initiative.

'How old are you, Diana?'

'Nineteen. I'll be twenty in May.'

'Where did you meet Fred?'

Another one of those gentle smiles lit her face, she was remembering, of that George was certain.

'At the Boars Wing. It's a pub in south London, near Diagon Alley. I sing part-time there, when I'm not studying. Earns me a bit of my own money.'

George nodded. He recognized the name. He and Fred had been there once, he was certain of it. He ignored his mothers' darkening expression and mutter of 'bar-fly' and pressed on, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

'How long were you seeing each other for?'

'Six months.' She replied without hesitation. Another good sign

'And finally, most important question, what do you want from us?'

Her brow furrowed.

'Want from you?' she questioned. All three Weasleys nodded.

'Nothing. I just wanted to meet the his family. See where he grew up...and...well...how can I put this...'

'You want money to stop you from going to the Prophet and telling all on the charming Fred Weasley.' Molly stated.

'Pardon me?' Diana said quietly. Her voice was soft, but it didn't stop George from shuddering. It was her tone that did it. The tone Molly used when she was about to lose her temper.

'You heard me. That's what all the others demanded. And, I'm sorry in advance, but we aren't dishing out money to...to bar-flys who have nough money to get ghastly piercing in their ears and still go around begging for more off peoples deceased families.'

'Excuse me?' Diana snapped, bristling.

'You heard what I said. And if you didn't, I'd be glad to clean your ears out for you, sans piercings.'

George and Arthur cringed. That was taking things a little too far.

Daina leapt to her feet and stomped over to the couch.

'If you must know, Molly, I'm pregnant with twins by your son. Fred Weasley. Never been with anyone else. I do not appreciate being treated like a whore. I was going to ask your for your signed permission to give them the surname they deserve. Not my name. Their Fathers. I didn't know how to phrase it.' She hissed.

'No,' Arthurs voice came quietly. Goerge jumped at the sound, his dad hadn't spoken in any of the other meetings, 'We can't trust you just yet. Maybe if you took Veritaserum, but..'

'No, I can't. It's bad for the babys.' Diana replied, ashen faced.

'Then I'm sorry.'

She nodded stiffly. 'Thank you for your time. My condolences.'

And she span on her heel and walked out the door, barely curbing her desire to slam it after her. George watched her through the window, stifling a sob before walking off down the drive.

He knew the instant she was out of the room that a big mistake had been made.

He glanced at the old family clock, the one with their names on it. Freds name had disappeared the day he died, George knew that. So why was he seeing it again? Why was the hand pointing to Mortal Peril ?

He decided to look up this Diana later, when he was back at the shop. Only when he decided this did he remember he hadn't gotton her surname.

'Crap.' He muttered, fisting his hands in his hair. A very Big mistake indeed.

Prophet Announcemets

The Daily Prophet is pleased to announce that last night, March the 21st, two children were born to Diana Candace Quigley. The Twins, a boy (Apollo Frederick Quigley) and a girl (Minerva Susannah Quigley) are both in a perfect state of health

Diana, at this point still expected to release a full statement, hasn't told anyone the name of the lucky Father. We here at The Prophet can only speculate he wishes to remain anonymous, although this has not stopped the gossip wheels turning.

Susannah Quigley, Dianas Mother, was kind enough to spare us a few words. 'They're enchanting, my grand-children. Prettiest babies I have ever seen!'

To be expected we can reply.