Disclaimer: Don't own the story of Harry Potter. You would know if I did.

Betaed chapter now done by eyechange, who I shall continue to write waxing poetry about for her brilliance at helping me.

Also, I edited the entrance scene to make it more canon and take out some of the useless side characters. A few minor details changed.

Also, if you haven't caught on yet, future Fred is italicized. Molly is by context, but in scenes where they're together, older Molly is referred to as Mrs. Weasley.

Chapter 7: Introductions and Revelations Part II

Roxie was flabbergasted, what was she supposed to say now?! She turned to Fred, who wore an identical gobsmacked expression on his face. They had forgotten to explain the concept to Lily and Molly of secrets. Thank god Hugo was sick; otherwise they would have been caught much faster.

"Well…" said Roxie, unsure of how to proceed.

"I'll explain," said Teddy, saving Roxie. "Since were going to Obliviate your memories, this really shouldn't change too much anyways. Just, don't hate me when this is over."

"Teddy Remus Lupin, one more word from you, and I will personally Obliviate all my memories of ever loving you and go back to the days where I was dreamily obsessing over Thomas Wood," said Victoire, her wand drawn out and pointed at her head, "I- We- We aren't doing this!"

"But Vic, they deserve to know!" Cried Teddy flabbergasted at his girlfriend's response.

"I die, don't I?" asked Fred, his voice hoarse, as a small tear escaped from his eye.

"You d-

"One more word from you Teddy and I will murder you and marry Thomas Wood and have adorable babies with brown hair and blue eyes that look like bloody movie stars!" screeched Victoire.

"This is why she was never made Head girl," said Dominique, rolling her eyes, "She's way too dramatic for her own good."

"Does he die or doesn't he!" yelled George.

"Why is everyone yelling?" asked Molly, upset at the change in the mood.

"Because it's fun!" yelled James, trying to lighten the atmosphere and prevent it from falling to pieces.

"What is going on in here?" asked Mrs. Weasley, walking back into the dining room.

"They won't tell us if Fred dies," said Ron, his voice cracking.

"Fred?" whispered Mrs. Weasley, her eyes bulging.

It was her biggest nightmares come true. Every day she went to sleep and the images would haunt her. She'd see her babies, dead. She'd see Arthur dead. She'd see Hermione and Harry dead. She knew what a war entailed, and death was unavoidable. She had long ago resigned to the fact that she would have to protect her own in some way or another, but this, this was it. She looked over at Fred, and for the first time in her life, she was paralyzed. She couldn't even move to embrace her own child, it was too much. She felt her knees buckle. She didn't know who brought a chair for her, but she was seated. She had taken the appearance of her grandchildren for granted, not everyone survives. The tears wouldn't appear. She had always been prone to crying at emotional moments in her life, she had bawled on her wedding day, at the funeral of her brothers', at the end of the first war, but this, this time she couldn't. She wouldn't. She would never let anything happen to Fred. Already her mind was at work. Fred would stay with Sirius in Grimmauld Place, where he could be kept safe. She'd keep her baby safe.

The Weasley family of the present was in tears. The future Weasley family were looking away and distraught. It wasn't fair; they hadn't meant to upset anyone. This was not a part of the plan. Lucy was sobbing quietly into her handkerchief. Dominique had a stoic expression on her face, her eyes filled with sadness. Roxie was crying in Louis arms, she knew all too well how her father suffered. Every year on his birthday, he'd go into a depressed state, and wouldn't speak. Her mother would just cry. On the memorial date, her mother and father would get extremely drunk, and spend the night telling tales about Fred and laugh and cry. Molly and Lily started crying seeing everyone in the room cry. James held Molly as she cried, upset at the ruined evening. Sirius let Lily bury herself in his fur to cry. Albus held a crying Rose; his cousin was too emotional for her own good, though he too felt saddened. Victoire had lowered her wand, and was distraught. Teddy just sighed, he knew this was coming.

"Remus and I are dead too, aren't we?" asked Tonks gently, breaking the silence.

"What?" asked Teddy, shocked at his mother's perception.

"It was the way you acted around Remus and I, you just felt so awkward, like you had no recollection of us, I thought, it had to be," said Tonks, sadly.

"I-

"It's okay, you turned out marvellous Teddy," whispered Tonks, as big, fat droplets began streaming down her cheeks. Remus came over and held her.

"No! They can't die, I mean, no!" said Sirius, who had changed back and was holding a crying Lily.

Teddy just looked away, as he held his mother's hand. Victoire went and scooped the crying Lily out of Sirius's arms, and stroked Lily's back, calming her down.

"Who else?" asked Mr. Weasley, a grim expression on his face.

"Sirius dies, as do Snape and Dumbledore and Mad-Eye," said James quickly, it was like ripping of a bandage.

Snape snapped his head up in shock. Then he resigned himself to his fate. He knew he wouldn't survive. Voldemort must have learnt of his deceit. Well, it didn't matter; his death was in the future, not now. He would protect Harry, even if it meant death. He had to, for Lily Evans. He closed his eyes and thought of Lily, and sighed. When this was over, he would finally get to be with her, the way it was meant to be.

"No!" said Harry, his voice cracking. He slumped down in his chair, and felt his tears stream down his face.

Not Sirius, not Dumbledore, not Remus, not Tonks. It wasn't fair to them. They didn't deserve this. He felt a cool hand on his back, and turned to see a crying Ginny, attempting to comfort him. He just took her hand, and they sobbed silently. He couldn't bear to look over at them right now, it just wasn't fair. Why did he have to lose everything to gain the happy future? It just wasn't fair. He had already lost so much; he couldn't bear to lose anymore. He wanted to run away, to a corner of the world and just hide, not wanting to show his emotion. Gripping Ginny's hand, an intoxicating scent of flowers surrounded him, and calmed him as his sobs died down into quiet tears.

Sirius had come over to Harry, and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry looked up at the man with tear stained eyes, and Sirius just nodded dumbly. He ruffled Harry's hair, and turned back into his Animagus form. He placed his head on Harry's knee, and just sat there, letting himself mourn with Harry.

"Do I die fighting?" asked a gruff voice. They turned to see Mad-Eye. He had retreated to the corner of the room to avoid the emotional outburst and family reunion.

"You die in a fight with the Death Eaters, not the final fight, but a major fight nonetheless. You die facing Voldemort himself," said Teddy, his voice filled with emotion.

"Then I died the way any of us would 'ave wanted to go," said Mad-Eye, taking a deep breath.

"Which of the Death Eaters die?" asked Bill gruffly, hugging Fred and George.

"Gibbon dies accidentally from one of his friends curse, Pettigrew dies by Voldemort himself," began Teddy.

"Scabior is taken down by Professor Longbottom, Neville as you know him, he takes down Nagini, Voldemort's snake as well," continued Victoire, still holding Lily, who had cried herself to sleep.

"Longbottom?" asked McGonagall, surprised.

"He grew into his Gryffindor courage," replied Victoire sadly.

"Gran takes down Bellatrix Lestrange," said Louis beaming at his grandmother.

"I do?" asked Mrs. Weasley, shocked.

"Mum does?" asked the twins, surprised.

"How?" asked Bill.

"Luna Lovegood, Auntie Ginny, and Auntie Hermione were duelling Bellatrix. Bellatrix almost killed Auntie Ginny, and Gran got mad, so she made the three step back and she began to duel Bellatrix. Bellatrix didn't think Gran could do it, but she did. She killed Bellatrix moments before Uncle Harry took down Voldemort himself," said Lucy sadly.

"Mum, who knew you had it in you!" cried Ron, looking at his mother with new respect.

Mrs. Weasley sat there dumbfounded and enraged. Bellatrix had tried to kill her daughter, and she in turn killed Bellatrix. Mrs. Weasley looked down at her hands, and suddenly the tears fell. She would lose so much before that moment, when she could rid the world of one of the biggest evils. So much good would be lost before the balance would sort itself out.

"Anyone else?" asked Bill, curious.

"None that we know of," said Victoire, sadly.

"Ears?" croaked George.

"You lose one of your ears in a fight, the same one in which Mad-Eye died," said Dominique.

"Any other injuries?" asked Harry, uncertainly.

"Daddy gets attacked by Fenrir Greyback, but it isn't enough to become a werewolf. You tried to make mum leave you, because you were injured badly, but she refused, she's stubborn as a cow," said Dominique with a small smile.

Bill nodded. He felt himself get lost in his thoughts. He had been elated beyond belief just a few minutes ago when he knew he would marry Fleur Delacour and have three children with her, but now, now he was lost. For his happy future he would sacrifice his younger brother, his favourite headmaster, Lupin, a good mentor of his, Tonks, a fast friend and Mad-Eye, his mentor. How would George survive, he had no idea. It wasn't fair for George, who would lose so much.

George nodded dumbly at this, before lowering his head in between his legs. Roxie knew this pose well. Often on his birthday he would assume this pose. It was his breathing technique. When the sadness became unbearable, he would lose his breath for a few moments as he cried, which would result in the use of the breathing technique, to regain his breath. This caused her to cry harder, as Louis rubbed her back.

James took the sleeping Molly into the living room with Hugo, and then returned for Lily, as everyone sat there in silence, depressed at what they had just heard. When he returned, he gripped Fred's shoulder. His best friend turned to look at him, and sighed. They had seen this scene all too well, this time though, it included those who were dead.

"Well, this is depressing. We don't need to know anymore though," said Dumbledore, the twinkle of his eye having disappeared.

"I think that's all there is to share," said Victoire grimly.

"Well then, everyone, I'm going to cast a slight memory spell. This spell will make you forget about the deaths and injuries you will receive, and this moment of sadness, and of the battles we will face, and who we will kill. Should the topic be brought up, you will remember for that moment, and then instantly forget again. It will be like it never happened." Dumbledore said as he stood up and flourished his wand.

"Suspendisse Venenanatis!" boomed Dumbledore's voice over the large crowd. His wand moved with delicate flourishes over the group, and slowly they felt the memories fade, until it was just Dumbledore who remembered.

"Well then, shall we continue?" asked Dumbledore taking a seat and smiling.

"Who's left?" asked Mrs. Weasley, much more cheerful then she was a few seconds ago.

"Lucy, Molly, Rose and Hugo," droned Louis in a bored tone, releasing Roxie from his hug.

Harry immediately let go of Ginny's hand, unsure of how it had happened. He could feel a slight tug at his memories, and ignored it. The memory wasn't of much importance anyways. He instead turned to find out which of the Weasley brother's children were next. Ginny, on the other hand, flushed as she let go of Harry's hand. She couldn't remember how it happened, but she was glad it did.

"Why don't you go Ronald dear?" asked Molly, smiling.

"Uh, sure, which one of you belongs to me?" asked Ron, uncertainly.

"I do, and so does Hugo," said Rose carefully.

"I have two kids?" said Ron, astounded.

"Uh huh, my name is Rose Weasley. I want to be a Healer like Victoire when I'm older. Everyone says I'm just like my mum, but I don't think that I'm that similar, though according to something I read in muggle study on genetics, personalities can be determined through genes," said Rose, losing everyone as she began to describe the study she had just read.

"Rose, focus," said Al, bored.

"Oh right, sorry, I get that from you dad. Mum says when you talk about Quidditch you forget everything else, though, like mum, I'm really focused on my education. Anyways, I don't like Quidditch much, and I'm best at Transfiguration. I often help Louis with his homework too even though he's three years older to me," said Rose.

"Who's your mum?" asked Ron, excitedly.

Hermione felt herself shake; she knew who this child's mum was. She sighed, wondering if she had gone mad to have married the man, but the girl was so like her and Ron, it was unbelievable. She smiled slightly to herself.

"Umm, I think you know her already," said Rose, looking away. Everyone in the room was grinning, and looking between Ron and Hermione.

"Oh Ronniekins," began Fred smirking.

"We're so proud!" continued George,

"The day finally came-

"When you were strong became a strong enough wizard to charm-

"The smartest witch in the world to marry you;

"Oh glorious day!" finished George, breaking into laughter with Fred.

"What are you on about?" asked Ron, confused.

"Oh Ronnie," breathed Mrs. Weasley, looking as elated as the twins, for entirely different reasons. After all, she had adored Hermione and Harry, and now both of them were a part of her family!

"Ronald, it means that I'm your future wife, how thick can you be?" asked Hermione, exasperated by Ron's cluelessness.

"What?" cried Ron, shocked, "But you were into Krum for crying out loud!"

"Who's Krum?" asked Rose, crinkling her nose and eying her parents curiously.

"He's not important, what's more important is Hugo, is he alright?" asked Hermione turning away from Ron's heated look, and goofy grin. It was making her blush, in a much different way than Louis had. She knew with Louis it was the Veela power, but Ron? No way.

Ron on the other hand was elated. He married Hermione and had two children. Sure Hermione could be annoying, but after the Yule Ball, he begun to see her in a much different light. She was pretty, with her eyes. She was always there for him, especially when he was stuck with his homework. She was brilliant, and judging from Rose, was a bloody good mother.

"Oh, right, I have to introduce him too. Hugo's seven. He's the oldest of the midgets, and like me and dad, he's brilliant at chess. He loves it. He can beat dad every once out of three games, unlike me, but I guess I wasn't too fond of the game. Dad thinks Hugo could get even better. He loves to fly, and dad's been teaching him to play Keeper in Quidditch. He fell sick last week, and mum was nursing him back to health, the muggle way, because it makes you stronger or something, when we decided to go to Shell Cottage to play, that's Vic's house. Hugo couldn't bother to stay away, so mum gave him a potion and let him come. I guess all the excitement and the time travel reactivated his fever," said Rose.

"Oh the poor thing!" cried Hermione and Mrs. Weasley at the same time.

"What is it with women and motherly instincts?" whispered Fred rather loudly to James.

"I don't bloody no, all I know is, give them a cute kid, and they go to mush," continued James.

"But the minute we walk in,"

"Oh bloody hell, it's them,"

"We're cute too!"

"Positively adorable!" whined Fred.

"Oh really, I'd rather give birth to a baby cow than you two," said Dominique rolling her eyes in disgust.

"Agreed, raising the two of you would be hell, no offense Auntie Ginny, and Dad," said Roxie grinning.

"None taken," said Ginny weakly, still taken aback by the sight of her son, who reminded her far too much of her twin brothers.

"Well then, Lucy you and Molly are Charlie's daughters then?" asked Mrs. Weasley kindly.

"Ah, no, we're Percy's daughters," said Lucy shyly.

"Percy?" said Mr. Weasley, his voice whipping through the air.

"Yes, he comes back during the final battle, and makes up with everyone. He was there during Uncle Fred's…" she trailed off, forgetting what the final part of her sentence was. No one seemed to notice.

"He comes back," said Mrs. Weasley, a tear running down her cheek.

"How come you and Molly are so far apart in age?" asked Sirius curiously.

"Well, dad wasn't planning on having more than one daughter, but mum said that she wanted two kids. Because of their jobs though, they would have difficulty always being there to raise Molly. Finally Uncle George convinced them to have Molly, and since Auntie Hermione was pregnant with Hugo, it seemed like the best time. My mum's the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and he's the Head of the Department of Transportation, so their constantly off in different countries and balls and parties, promoting the Ministry and such. Often I stay with Dom, my best friend. Once Molly was born, she ended up spending almost half her life with Uncle George at the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes store, and because of that loves to pull pranks. She's closest with Fred and Lily, and Hugo, and drives dad crazy with her pranks. He always forgives her though," said Lucy, smiling fondly at the memories.

"Percy's daughter likes jokes?" said Ron, his eyes bulging out of his head.

"Terribly so, she once dyed his hair blue right before an important meeting. He was so distressed, Uncle George bought her ice cream afterwards because of it. Fred helps her plan them." Lucy's eyes glazed at the memory, and then she turned red realizing she had been blabbing.

"Why don't you tell us about yourself?" asked Dumbledore, chuckling at the story.

"Well, I'm the top of my class, and terrible at flying. I can't even get on a broom without squealing, which aggravates my mum, but my dad says it alright. I like to study, and I'm the top of my class. My best subject is Charms, and I plan to join the Accidental Magical Reversal Squad when I graduate." Lucy finished her introduction and then smiled at everyone shyly, before retreating behind Dominique.

"Percy named his daughter after me?" asked Mrs. Weasley, surprised.

"He said it was to pay you back for all the stress he caused you during the war," said Dominique, filling in for Lucy, who was bright red, her face blending in with her curly red hair.

"Well then, with the introductions done, Molly, I think it's time for dinner!" said Dumbledore.