George lay thinking about his life. Tomorrow was his son's birthday. Right after the war, right after losing Fred, he would have never though he would be married, a father and own one of the most successful wizarding business' ever.

Ang had made it so. They had been drawn together, at first, by their mutual grief. Then, slowly, things had changed. George began to rely on her being there. Someone to talk to, someone to have fun with, someone to love.

They had a low key marriage day. Just family and friends. They had squeezed it in between Angie's quidditch schedule.

Their honeymoon had not happened until after the season. Then they had gone to Tahiti, to a secluded shack on the beach. The resort stocked these honeymoon huts with all the requirements for daily living, then they left the couples alone.

They had spent the entire two weeks naked, and had spent almost as much time making love.

They had come to know each others body as well as they knew their own. George had had his fair share of one-nighters back when he a Fred were on the prowl, but making love to angie was entirely different.

He soared higher than any broom had ever taken him. He understood more than any book could teach.

Angie was his life, his soul, his completeness. George rolled over and began nuzzling his wife's ear………

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"Fredric Fabian Weasley!" George woke with a start. His son's name said by his wife in that tone only meant one thing, Fred had done something again.

George followed the sound of his wife dressing down their son. He found them both in the kitchen. Fred was sitting, legs spread on the floor covered, from head to toe, in flour. A mountain of flour and a lake of butter beer were laid out on the floorboards.

Just as George entered the room a firecracker, stuck in the top of the flour mountain, exploded, covering them all with a sticky gooey mess.

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Later that night, George rubbed his wife's back. Angie turned toward him, her eyes snapping. "If this one is anything like you I'm moving to Siberia until you get them both in Hogwarts!"

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George sat in his office, looking out over the company grounds. Beside the door was a picture of him and Fred, one they had taken when they had opened their first store. Bill had just left. WWW's yearly financial statement was sitting on his desk.

George had more money that the Queen! Weasley no longer was a synonym for poor. His family was taken care of. His mum and dad never worried about a single knut now. His siblings had been paid back for all the work and devotion they had poured in to the business after the war.

Tomorrow Victorie, his niece, god-daughter and the family's reason for hope after the terrible losses, was marrying Teddy Lupin.

What a stunning beauty she was. Teddy was no slouch either. They were so much in love.

Both of them had grown up working summers and holidays at WWW. Heck his children, nieces and nephews all earned pocket money that way.

If he bent his head he could see the school they had built for all of them, here on the grounds. Most of them were at Hogwarts now, the classrooms were filled with his employee's children.

Ron was coming by in bit, even though he worked full time as an auror he still kept his hand in. He was brilliant with fireworks displays and they planned a dozy for after the wedding tomorrow!

Harry had been by yesterday. He still would not take a sickle. Instead the stock George had given him and Ginny sat in trust, it's interest helping people in ways very few people knew.

Harry had wanted to make the final arraignments for the happy couples present. Victorie and Teddy had bought a farm and she planned on producing organic vegetables, eggs, meats and fowl, then selling them to the wizarding world.

Teddy had let slip that Victorie had been besotted by a champion bull, and had wanted to mate him with her prize heifer, but they could not afford his stud fee. Teddy had asked his uncle for overtime at the mom to try and raise the money.

George and Harry had decided to go halves on the gift. They had bought the bull, and, as he sat here, it was being delivered in to Hagrid's care at the farm.

Ginny was taking Victoire out for lunch and then she was going to stay at her mum and dad's. Teddy was to stay at Grimald place tonight so George planned to deck the bull in ribbons and bring him out when it was time to open the presents.

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It had been a beautiful wedding. The only hic-up was when the bull had been scared by the fireworks.