Author's Note: Hey guys! Haven't updated this story in a while, but this is the last chapter to my three day "challenge", posting a chapter a day. The last two were on my other story, I Hate You Because I Love You, and guess what…...I actually did it! I posted all three chapters, and I'm proud of myself for it! Hopefully you are proud of me too! Also….it's my BIRTHDAY! Yes, I am turning 15 today, and I wanted to share this day with all of my lovely followers and reviewers, your support makes me smile and writing this whole series is one of the best decisions that I have ever made. So…I hope you enjoy this chapter, and, of course, marauder on!

July 4th, 2024

Abby P.O.V.

Not everyone celebrated July 4th in the wizarding world of Britain. Most people didn't, actually. But this year I was celebrating in Diagon Alley, on the roof of the Ollivander shop, because Missy loved it, and she was from America. Everyone who worked in Diagon Alley was invited, and most of them were here, too. Missy sat on my lap as I sat with my legs crossed, sitting and looking at the sky, waiting for the flurry of movement. Mr. Ollivander had arranged for the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes shop to provide fireworks. Rose's Uncle George was here, but not Rose and Lina, although they still worked here. Rose told me they had something else they were planning to do, though. Hopefully they wouldn't go far. Someone else sat down next to me and Missy. Without looking, I smiled, and spoke.

"I was wondering when you'd show up." I said. I heard the intake of breath beside me as he laughed softly.

"I was torn between showing honor to my country and joining in the festivities. After all of it I decided to be a true Weasley and join in." Fred Weasley said. I smiled, looking over at him. Missy looked at him curiously.

"Fred, this is Michelle—Missy—she works at the shop with me." I said, smiling down at her. "Missy, this is Fred Weasley, my friend Rose's cousin." I told the little girl. Missy stuck out her hand and he shook it, grinning.

"Pleased to meet the person who I hear made this all happen." He said, holding onto her hand, and, without warning, he bent his head to kiss it, jokingly. Missy giggled.

"Nice to meet you Mister Freddy! I'm going to go off to ask your daddy when the fireworks are going off!" She exclaimed, leaping up off my lap, and skipping over to George Weasley. Fred smiled after her.

"She's got an accent. It's cute." He stated.

"Yes. She lived in the states until her mum died a few years ago." I told him. He nodded, and then turned his head up to the sky.

"This is rather ironic, isn't it? Celebrating the anniversary of our country's loss in a war?" He said, smirking at the sky. I shrugged.

"As long as there is fireworks, I'm not complaining. I've never felt particularly attached to our fair country, anyway. Too much rain." I said, jokingly. Fred looked at me, half smiling.

"Does it ruin your beautiful hair?" He teased, flicking it out of my face. I slapped his hand away, giggling.

"Too much sludge and mud afterwards, I'd say!" I exclaim as he gives another attempt at my hair. He gives up, letting his hands fall to his sides.

"Well, where would you go? If you were to run away from here?" He asked, curiously. I smile mysteriously at him.

"Italy."

"Why?"

"I don't know why. I just would. I have a feeling I would enjoy Italy." I said, looking back a the sky. Fred was still staring at me when I looked down. He shook his head.

"You sure are a funny girl, Abby Finnigan." He said. I was a little taken aback by his words, they weren't a joke, and I was used to Fred Weasley always joking.

"I bet you like that about me." I said, looking steadily back at him. He smiled at me.

"I think I do like that about you." He said. We were just staring at each other when the first fireworks went off. I hear the sound, and was so startled that I fell into him. He laughed, and tumbled back so that we were facing up. We watched the fireworks go off and leave their trails of fire through the night sky. I decided, even though it was an American celebration, I liked the 4th of July. The last of the fireworks was gold, and I imagined I could still see it shimmering in the air as I fell asleep in my bed that night. I imagined it's droplets touching my hair gently, like a breeze or like magic, just as Fred had hours before. Yes, I thought, fourth of July was nice.