July 2027

I sighed again, giving up hope of locating my daughter and her new husband for the time being.

"You look about how I did at Lucy's wedding," Percy said, walking up. I smiled at him and motioned for the chair next to me. He walked over and sat down. "It really was a beautiful wedding."

"Don't ask me how many galleons it cost," I replied, taking another drink.

"I thought Wills and Daisy were covering it?" Percy asked, looking confused.

"They did cover most of it, but as the parents of the bride, Red and I helped out a bit. As did his parents - I think they were just thrilled he had finally settled down and were willing to pay for the whole bloody thing," I said with a sigh. Percy chuckled.

"Never pictured Daisy as the one to want a big, fancy wedding," he replied. "She always seemed so down to earth."

"Aye, I thought so as well. Apparently there was a princess lurking inside somewhere in there – despite her complaints otherwise," I said with a chuckle.

"Won't be long before the grandkids come," he said, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.

"Don't even start, Perce. I'm hoping they wait at least five years. Daisy's got her career to think about," I said. And it was true. She had two MVPs under her belt, along with two Cups. And she helped the Scottish national team make it to the semis of the World Cup last year. She still needed a win. At 24, she had a lot more of her career left to go before she retired or took time off for children. And truth be told, I didn't want to think about being a grandfather just yet. Merlin, I was only 51. Way too young to be a grandfather.

"It's not so bad. Once they get here," Percy said. I looked over at him, seeing a soft look come across his face. I followed his view and looked over, seeing Lucy holding her daughter as she danced with Kelly.

"Finally warming up to him, are you?" I asked, smiling.

"He is the father of my granddaughter and husband to my daughter," he said. "I had to accept Ryan Kelly at some point."

"Come on now, Ailis is the apple of your eye," I replied, looking back at him. "And at least she looks like a Weasley even though she's a Kelly." Percy chuckled and nodded.

"She is," he said. "And it would seem I'm destined to be surrounded by women."

"Not so bad, is it?" I asked.

"No. Not so bad at all," he said. He looked around. "Where's Daisy?"

"Dunno, been looking for her," I said, returning to looking around the dance floor.

"Don't suppose she and Wills snuck off somewhere, do you?" he asked, looking at me.

"Knowing my son-in-law - and my daughter - I wouldn't be surprised," I said. Percy chuckled.

"Lucy says they got nice plans for the building - planning to turn it all into one large home," he replied.

"Would have preferred a house," I said almost immediately. Percy just laughed harder.

"There's really nothing he can do to win your approval," he replied. I sighed. "Really, at some point you're going to have to accept that Wills is in the family."

"You're one to speak," I said, giving him a clear side-eye.

"It's different for me. I only have daughters," he said, sitting up.

"And Pix is my only daughter," I shot back. Percy sighed and shook his head.

"Let's face it, Oliver. We're always going to be overprotective of our daughters," he said. "And when we look at them, we'll always see them as our little girls. Even though they're fully grown."

November 2026

"Oliver, would you stop brooding," Iris said from the sofa. I glanced over at her from the armchair.

"I'm not brooding," I replied. I wasn't. Well, maybe a little. I looked down at the paper, seeing a beaming Daisy in a large red dress, smiling down at a kneeling Wills, who was grandly holding a ring box up. Once again, everyone in the damn wizarding world knew about my daughter's love life before I did. At least they had the decency to tell me about the connection before they went public with it. Granted, everyone in the damn family had probably known before me.

They were always a large group of meddlesome folks.

"It's a beautiful dress. And seems it was a beautiful proposal. Something only Wills would conjure up," Iris said from the sofa where she was reading a battered old paperback. She glanced over at me. "You know he loves her, Oliver."

"I know, Red," I said, not looking up from the paper as I read through the article. I sighed and put the paper down. It did seem to be a grand proposal, but I wasn't about to admit that out loud. "But did it have to be Wills? He's already annoying as it is. Now he's going to downright in sufferable. If he calls me dad again, I really will hex him this time." Iris laughed.

"Oliver, promise me you won't take it out on him tomorrow at practice," she said.

"I do not take it out on him," I said. I didn't. Well, maybe a bit. But he deserved it with his big mouth and stupid grin. "He deserves whatever yelling or bludgers he gets. Always trying to distract the team and such. He should be leading them – not throwing off plays by teasing Jakes and Vane."

"He does not deserve it most of the time and you know it," she said, smiling.

"Does too! He's an annoying git," I replied.

"Well that annoying git is going to be your son-in-law in a few months," she replied, still laughing. As much as I loved Red, she was starting to get on my nerves. "He loves her. Can you please just try to accept him?"

"He'll never be good enough for her," I said almost immediately.

"For Christ's sake, Oliver. This is enough," she said, sitting up. "Are you seriously going to do this? Daisy is happy! Can't you be happy for her?" I looked back down at the paper in my hands, not answering. He wasn't good enough for her. But looking at the photo, I couldn't help but notice the look of joy on her face. She was happy. And he was part of the reason she was so happy.

I knew I was being ridiculous. But could you blame me? Daisy was my little girl. It was just yesterday that she would come running up to me, red curls flying behind her. Grin on her face. Begging me to take her flying. I looked over to my left, imagining her running in from the hallway.

"Daddy! You promised you'd take me flying! Come on!"

Stamping her little foot as she planted her tiny hands on her hips. That glare of hers, eyes flashing red. I had to admit when she was younger, it was rather adorable to see her get all worked up about this or that. Most of the time it was her brothers. Though as she got older, a lot of the time that fury was directed at me. And then it would get scary.

"Dad! I want to go spend the night at Lucy's, not practice! You've had me practicing ALL DAY."

A 15-year-old Daisy, stamping her foot in the same way, huffing in her practice clothes, half the time covered in dirt from the pitch. Her wild red curls barely staying in her ponytail. I suppose I had been tough on her, but for good reason. She was talented, no doubt, but she needed discipline to direct that talent into something useful on the pitch. Not to mention, she could be too reckless.

"Dad! I want to live with the triplets! You can't make me stay here! Even Uncle Percy is letting Lucy move in with Molly! You have to let me go!"

A 17-year-old Daisy, glaring at me, her hair flaring up and blazing. We had argued for hours that night before I finally relented and agreed she could live with her brothers after she graduated. I knew from the beginning of that argument that she was going to win, but I still tried to hold my ground, not wanting to admit that my daughter was of age and ready to go out on her own.

"How dare you try to jinx the man I love!"

Her eyes flashed red then as well, though this time I was a bit afraid that she'd end up jinxing me in return, though I thought I had covered that bit up well. Only Red knew and that's because she saw it in my head. And that was another thing I never thought I'd hear her say. "The man I love." What's more it was that damn chaser. I only became more infuriated when that stupid grin of his started to spread across his face. But there we were, standing in the kitchen while she told me that not only was she in love with Wills, she had connected with him. Bonded for life, it would seem.

I sighed and looked over at Red, who was still waiting on me to respond.

"She's my little girl," I said feebly. She smiled and shook her head.

"Oliver, she hasn't been a little girl for a long time. But she will always be our daughter," she said softly.

"I know, I know. She doesn't need her dad anymore," I said, looking down at the paper again. Iris laughed.

"She still needs you, Oliver. Just… she's grown up now so she needs you in different ways. You don't have to slay the monsters under the bed anymore, but she'll always need you," she said. I looked up at her. All these years and Red would still have more sense than me. Why she agreed to marry me, I'll never know. "I married you because I love you. Even when you're being ridiculous." I chuckled.

"I am being ridiculous," I finally admitted. Iris put her book down and stood, walking over to me. She pulled the paper from my hands and sat in my lap, drawing me in with those bright green eyes of hers. Even after 27 years of marriage – 30 years together – she still managed to take my breath away.

"Good to hear you finally admit that," she said softly before kissing me. "All that matters now is that Daisy is happy. Right?" I nodded.

"Right."

"So, we're going to plan this wedding and you are going to try and lose the attitude," she continued. I sighed.

"Fine," I said.

"Good. Because I can't plan this on my own and we all know Daisy won't have much time for it. Not to mention, Remus and Alan were the partiers of that bunch and did more planning than any of them," Iris said.

"You think we could get them to do the reception?" I asked thoughtfully. Iris laughed.

"If you want all the alcohol in the world, yes. But they still need a bit of direction. We may need to hire a coordinator," she replied. A coordinator? Wasn't our family big enough that someone could do it? Why did we need to waste money on that. "Don't even complain about money, Oliver William Wood. We both know that money is not going to be a problem with this wedding."

"Just… Thought Gran Weasley liked planning these things," I said. Iris laughed.

"We both have to admit that she's getting a bit on in years. She'll try to have a say, that's for sure, but this wedding, well, I have a feeling it's going to be a bit bigger than Gran Weasley can handle," she said. I blanched slightly. Just how big was this wedding going to be?

"Surely it won't be that big," I said. Iris shrugged.

"Daisy and I chatted about some ideas before they left today and it appears it just might be a big deal," she said with a sigh. "Makes sense, really. When you think about it, they've been the star couple in quidditch the past few years. And well, everything else. They can't just have a small quiet wedding somewhere in the countryside."

"Of course they can!" I nearly shouted. "Just because they're famous doesn't mean they have to have a big wedding! We didn't!"

"Yes, but you weren't as famous back then," Iris said. "Besides that, we wanted a small, quiet wedding. From what Daisy's been saying, I don't think that's what they want." I sat stunned into silence for a moment. A big, flashy wedding just didn't seem like my little Pixie.

"Wills is pushing her into a big wedding," I said immediately. It was the only thing that made sense. There was no way Daisy wanted that. Iris laughed.

"Darling, I would normally agree with you there, but he's just going along with her… I believe that our daughter is, once again, trying to one up her brothers by making sure none of them can top her wedding," she said. I looked over at Iris, still confused.

"But Jamie and Lila didn't have a big wedding," I replied. Of course that was fitting. Jamie always was the quietest out of the four.

"I know, but you know Daisy. Once she gets something into her head, there's no talking her out of it. And she's definitely gotten a big wedding in her head," Iris said with a chuckle. I started scowling again. Just what we needed. A big wedding. "Oliver… what did we just decide?" I sighed.

"Fine. Whatever makes her happy," I grumbled.

"Good. And that extends to accepting Wills," she added. I huffed.

"Fine," I said. Iris laughed and kissed my cheek.

"You might find that you enjoy this," she said.

"What? Planning a massive wedding or having Wills as a son-in-law?" I asked.

"Both."

Should get this one up quickly - I only have about three chapters left to finish and up to chapter 6 completely finished and ready to post. Mostly because I'm excited to get this up for you guys.

AleenaBean - Glad you're liking it! I had a lot of it already written since I've been working on it for a long time. And it's been challenging - but fun - to write from Oliver's POV. I haven't done first person in a really long time, so I was a bit rusty, but I think it's turning out okay.

cjconner326 - Dude, it's been so fun to write. I watched the movies again the other night while I was working on this, and seriously... Oliver Wood IS George Banks. Completely.

As always, thanks for reading, following and reviewing!