Sweater.

There was a thing about them. They signified so much, they signified love, warmth, family,

Acceptance.

That's all really Fleur wanted from there family, she was never partially close to hers (With the exception of her sister of course) considering they sent her away at such a young age to such a strict school, it was hard to feel love towards them, they felt like distant cousins she only saw on holidays, or sometime snot even that.

But when she got with Bill she saw was a real family was, a messy, wild, happy loving family. Something she never had, so she did what she could to be accepted. She sat through Molly's out of date show tunes, she made breakfast for the children when she could, she tried to bond with Ginny over girl things.

But none of them seemed to work, only pull her only chance of a family away from her even farther.

She couldn't tell Bill of this of course, he would most defiantly tell his family –order – them to like her, but that wasn't what she wanted so like the weak school girl she was, she gave up.

It wasn't until Bill had been attacked that she actual approval from Molly Weasley. But she felt insulted, why on earth would she let the best thing that's ever happened to her, just because of a small attack and few scars? She was beautiful enough for both of them anyways, Bill was handsome even with the scars. Fleur thought they made him look tough.

Fleur would sometimes forget about the sweater, but only to be smacked in the face with a reminder every family gathering. Everyone had one, even that Granger girl had been given one, and she and Weasley were still only dating! Her and Bill were married.

And while everyone was wearing their beautifully made sweaters, Fleur would try her best with her wardrobe to look presentable and fit in.

So that Christmas Fleur was very surprised when she received a triangular package, Molly almost always gives her a gift basket of some kind when she needed to buy for her, but she still ripped the package wrapper off and lifted the lid off carefully.

Her eyes widened and she let her fingers run over the smooth material softly, light blue. It would compliment her skin greatly. She looked up and met Molly's warm eyes as happy tears began to fill her eyes, she was accepted into the family, the day had finally come.

She was a Wealsey.

Happy New Years!

~~DontForget2RememberMe