Pt II: Conflict

I coughed a bit as I tried to the ash out of my lungs. Floo may be a fast method of travel but it sure is messy. I guess it beats buying an insanely large jeep that could survive the drive up to the Burrow. But then again it would be pretty cool to have such a huge car. Imagine, driving around this powerful beast and fantasizing squishing away all the traffic!

"Rose! You made it. We were waiting for you and James. Come, everyone is already at the table," grandmother Weasley commanded. I followed her out dragging a reluctant Scorpius with me. If I'm going to fall, I'm dragging as many people as I can. When we got outside I was greeted with the entire sight of the Weasley clan.

"Haven't you people ever heard of control," muttered Scorpius as the family all turned to stare.

"We're Weasley's. It's what we do," I shrugged as I took a seat next to James.

"Well this is a surprise," I said to James, "I thought you would have warned me about a Weasley Inquisition Squad."

"Celia decided to surprise me too," said a pale James. I smirked as I saw a smug Celia and an obviously worried James.

"Should I be worried," I directed myself to Celia.

"Not unless your name is James," she said.

If there is one girl that can control James it's Celia. She may not be marauder material but I can see why James is afraid of her. She is great with a wand and she won't hesitate to attack. It's like my mother on crack…very string crack.

"We have an announcement to make," Celia said as she stood from her chair. James was slowly making himself smaller but Celia would have none of that. She stepped on his toes and grabbed his hand when he shot out in pain.

Their hands holding must have been the only thing grandmother Weasley saw because she only gasped.

"You're pregnant," she exclaimed.

"You're having a baby," I yelped in shock. Baby must have been the magic word because after it escaped my mouth the whole table went in an uproar.

"You made me a grandmother!"

"When did you find out?"

"Never knew you had it in you."

"I better be the godmother"

Celia glared at me while James just looked like I told him Quidditch was a banned sport. Honestly it's not my fault! If anything it was grandma Weasley and her absurd assumptions.

Scorpius was sitting there watching my family blurt out one crazy statement after another.

"You know Rose, I always thought your weird questions were part of your bizarre personality. Now I see where it comes from."

"It's a result of inner breeding. Purebloods need to find a new gene pool. Hey! That means your kids can end up like me!"

Scorpius looked horrified at the thought. Not that I blame him. Half the time I think my brain is being controlled by some psycho who can control minds. Or an evil scientist who hooked up my baby brain to his one dark and stormy night.

"No, I am not pregnant," Celia shouted over a shocked Weasley family, "Now if you can quiet down James and I can tell you that we are getting married."

That probably wasn't the best idea. If there is one thing grandma Weasley loves it's weddings. Now the family is all buzzed up again.

"Let me see the ring!"

"Have you chosen a date?"

"Were you drunk?"

It seems all the questions were getting to be too much because James looked like a deer about to be crushed by a monster truck.

"Rose is the Best Man!"

That shut everyone up. In fact they all turned and stared at me. I wanted to kill James. Honestly I think I have every right. Celia is beautiful enough that she can snag another boy. The Weasley family is huge so it's not like we have a lack of members to carry out the family name. Wait, he is a Potter…well I guess Al can continue the tree. Well maybe not. Well James it seems like your genes saved the day.

"Well," said my cousin Louis, "That's a surprise."

"Are you gay?" said grandma Weasley.

"What!" my father exclaimed. Well I exclaimed it too but only inside my head.

"Well she has only dated once in her life and she always goes out with the boys. Now she is taking the role of a man, what else am I suppose to think?" grandma Weasley reasoned.

I really hate my family. My head feels like the inside of a boiler as the family seems to consider my grandmother's words. Honestly! I don't date so I must like girls? Not that there is anything wrong with that but I'm not interested in girls. Nor do I care for love.

"Rose dear, are you okay?" my mother called to me. I nodded as I stared at the table in silence. Because really, how do I answer a loaded question like that? Do I tell her James guilted me into accepting? Do I tell her I'm anti-love?

"Did I hear correctly? Little Rose is a lesbian?"

No. Anyone but him. The world is too cruel. I must have been Hitler in a past life. Or Stalin. Or even Nero because this could not be happening.

"Everyone this is Jake Wood. He is my Maid of Honor," said Celia. The family just stayed in place. Nothing was said.

"Why isn't anyone calling him gay?" I accused. Then the shouting began.

AN-Yes, an update! I know this is long overdue but I have been working on the outline and trying to get characterization down. Plus I've been working on other stories. As you can see I deleted a few of my other works as I was not happy with them. However I really want to improve my writing so I'm leaving the stories with the strongest plot posted and I'm going to try and update with more frequency. I know my current stories might not get as much hype as my Next Generation Reads Harry Potter story but I like them and they seem to have more depth. That being said I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thanks to:

Cheeseface, UnObserved-Undermined, Maria Weasley, and sherbetgirl for their reviews.