Okay, I know I claimed that I wasn't updating this week-then I found out I may not have internet for awhile because we're moving and decided it was the least I could do. Since it is just below this author's note, I'll go ahead and explain my grandparents house incase you need a mental picture-Okay so, my grandpa had two houses and rents one to my cousin and there is a huge I mean HUGE yard, big enough for a big wedding ceremony. My aunt-who lives just below him-owns land right beside it, with a big driveway and a huge yard. Okay, my explanation sucks, sorry. Lol. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 8:

All of our plans had been carefully set for the ceremony, which we were having in my grandparents yard on October Thirteenth. My grandparents would be gone while we set up everything using magic and my aunt was letting us put up a big tent on her land next to where everyone parked, and we'd set an illusion charm that made it look like we were working normally when really, we had it set up within ten minutes using magic. Mrs. Weasley and I made flower arrangements out of flowers that had fall colors and made centerpieces from leaves and apples from the Orchard back at The Burrow.

"What is this thing?" George held up the deep purple-almost black-tux that I'd picked out it had a deep purple pants and jacket and a dark brown shirt.

"A tuxedo," I answered, folding down the collar on his white button up shirt-he did't understand Muggle clothes. "it is what Muggle men usually wear when they get married. Do you hate it?"

"No, no," He promised me. "I just don't get why I can't wear dress robes."

"My family will freak out." I sighed.

"I'll be fine," He smiled, pushing my hair behind my ear. "so, what does your dress look like?"

"I'm not telling you," I stuck my tongue out at him. "you'll see in three days."

He kissed me. "I can't wait."

"Oh stop it," Ginny said, walking in the room with James bouncing on her hip. "you have at least a year before you have to try and have kids."

"Oh no, we're starting the night of the wedding." George said, pulling me backward into his arms.

"Oh my Merlin." She shook her head.

"Where is Teddy?" I asked, looking for my favorite kid.

"Outside with Harry," She answered. "he's 'helping.'"

We were all staying at my dad's, where we'd cast an invisible extending charm to make more room but at the moment, we were all at my grandparents setting up different things for the wedding and Mrs. Weasley and I were suppose to be making lunch-before George distracted me.

"Aww," I smiled. "he's such a sweetheart."

"Oh, that and he is convinced himself that you're marrying him instead of George." Ginny laughed.

"Aww," I said, beaming. "well, how are we going to break the news to him?"

"To Teddy?" She asked.

"No," I shook my head and pointed up at George. "your brother of course."

"Hey now." George poked my side.

I leaned up and kissed him. "You won't mind giving up one dance with me at the wedding will you? If you don't, I promise I'll still marry you."

"Oh, I guess not." He sighed dramatically.

"Go get to work," I said, stepping out of his arms. "I need to help your mum."

"You look so beautiful." Mrs. Weasley sniffed after she, Ginny, and Hermione helped me finish getting ready in the pool room at my grandparents.

"Thank you," I said, looking in the mirror on the back of the door and trying not to cry. "do you think George will like it?"

"You could be wearing an old tea towel and mismatched socks and George would think you were beautiful." Ginny said, putting the tiara thing we made out of twigs and leaves onto my ringlets.

My dress was a long, flowing white gown that made me feel like a princess with a thick brown ribbon tied around the waist and it had the same ribbon at the bottom and around the bust. It had brown lace sleeves and it was just…beautiful.

"Thanks Gin-Gin." I sniffed.

"Here," Hermione held out a box to me. "it should match your dress."

Inside was a set of charmed pearls-a necklace, bracelet, and earrings-they were charmed brown.

"Thanks." I said, putting them on.

"No problem, George sent them up telling me to charm them to match your dress. Said you'd talked about wanting pearls to wear in the wedding but couldn't afford them." Hermione smiled.

"He-he bought these for me?" I whispered.

Despite the success of the shop, we normally didn't spend money on things like this, and that is why I didn't buy them for myself, we always saved our money for things we needed, and the occasional splurge, but we had agreed that if we were going to try for children after the wedding, we would start saving our money for that.

"Yes," Mrs. Weasley said. "he told us about you all saving money, so everyone chipped in. But he paid the most on them."

"He's so wonderful." I whispered.

A minute or so later, my dad met me at the sliding door and Mrs. Weasley slipped outside and down to take her seat.

"Is my-thingy crooked?" I looked at Ginny as she and Hermione were my Maids-Of-Honor.

"No, it's perfect." Hermione promised.

I took a deep breath. "Can you all give me a minute alone? I want to think for a second."

"Are you getting cold feet?" My dad asked hopefully, he still wasn't ready to let his baby girl go.

"No," I laughed. "I'm absolutely sure about George and our marriage, I just want to think for a second."

"Okay then, just come out when you're ready." Ginny said and they stepped outside.

I walked over to the mirror and took another deep breath before casting the spell I'd spent six years perfecting.

Fred's smiling face appeared in the mirror-or rather the illusion that was suppose to say exactly what he would have.

"You look beautiful," Fred told me, taking in the dress and headdress. "I suppose you and George are getting married then?"

"Yes," I smiled, reaching out and touching the glass where his cheek was. "I wish you could actually be here."

"So do I," He smiled sadly. "I always knew you and George would end up together, I never thought you'd chose me."

"Oh Fred," I whispered. "It could have easily been you. I loved you too."

"I know," He said. "and I loved you, but I knew without a doubt that you loved George more. And I'm glad you two continued to be as happy as you were right after you told us and that you're getting married."

"Actually," I bit my lip. "we already are. They passed a marriage law, the day after he purposed so we went ahead with it and we're doing the ceremony that we wanted freely, without feeling like it is an obligation."

"Ah, so you're my sister-in-law already." He laughed.

"What's so funny?" I pouted.

"Nothing, it is just I know about my future nieces and nephews-one of the advantages of being dead-and you're going to need this-Good luck!"

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Well, really shouldn't tell you this, but you're not having twins-at least not your first set. You'll be having triplets. Two boys and a girl, so you'll have to deal with three kids that act exactly how we did."

"Wait," I said, holding up my hand. "you're just suppose to be an illusion, of what could have been if you hadn't died, how do you know this?"

"Oh, let's just say someone is giving you a wedding gift that you hadn't expected. Your spell was imperfect, or maybe perfect, it just didn't do what you wanted-it did more than you expected. And," He said. "I know what you've been wanting to name a son-you can name him after me."

I gasped quietly. "Thank you Fred."

Nobody knew that I wanted to do that, I was afraid to tell George about it, and I didn't want to upset Mrs. Weasley because even now, you can't mention Fred without her bursting into tears.

"You're welcome," He said. "now, you go and marry my brother, okay? Have those kids I told you about, and name the first born son after me. I've got to go. And I'm sorry, this is going to hurt you, but don't try this spell again-it won't work."

And he disappeared.

I wiped my eyes with a white handkerchief and went outside, ready to have the ceremony I'd always dreamed of with the man I'd always loved.

"Who were you talking to?" Ginny asked, handing me my bouquet of lilies and roses that were charmed to fall colors.

"Fred." I answered simply.

"Laura," Ginny said gently. "Fred has been dead for six years."

"Oh I know that," I waved her off. "I've been working on a spell for years now, so that I could talk to him on my wedding day, and I just did it. I just wanted to talk to him. Wanted him to tell me what he would have said if he was still alive, but-someone messed with the spell-someone powerful-and he was the real Fred, not the illusion I had planned. He-he told me something. I won't say, you'll see eventually, but-"

She hugged me. "It's okay, let's just go get you married."

Luna Lovegood started to play on the harp and we walked down to the gate beside the pool.

After Ginny and Hermione walked out, my father and I followed and my eyes were glued to George.

"You're sure you want to get married," my dad asked. "because I can object if you want me to."

"I'm sure." I said, still looking at my husband. His shaggy red hair had been combed back neatly by-or so I assumed-Mrs. Weasley and he looked amazing in his tux. He was smiling at me, not at all nervous, but neither was I, this was just a formality, we were already married. The scarred flesh that was once his ear wasn't covered by his hair as it usually was for which I was grateful, I didn't want him to even try to hide, I loved every inch of him.

As we approached the vine and leaf archway, it was like nothing in the world existed except George, and when my dad placed my hands in George's, and kissed my cheek, I knew that there was no way that I would want to change this.

"Dearly beloved," My cousin Richard said, as he was doing the ceremony. "we are gathered here to join George Weasley and Laura Simmons…"

I really didn't pay much attention to the ceremony, except repeating my vows and saying I do.

We exchanged rings, his had rubies encrusted around the band and mine had sapphires.

"You may kiss the bride."

George pulled me into him and kissed me deeply before pulling back just enough to speak to me. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you-for that and my pearls." I whispered back before continuing our kiss.

We walked up the isle with our hands joined, and after all the guests except my grandparents, my dad, and George's parents had moved into the tent for the reception, we started taking wedding photos.

There was two photographers, one Muggle and one Wizard, so that my dad would have pictures and give pictures to family members, and so that The Weasley's and George and I could have photos. And after the photos, we moved in to the tent and Teddy came up to me as we sat, eating.

"Laura," Teddy said, pouting. "I thought you were going to marry me."

"Come here big guy," I said, holding out my arms. "and we'll talk about it."

He ran into my arms.

"I couldn't marry you Teddy," I said, kissing his forehead. "I love George very much. Now don't pout, I love you too, but in a different way."

He changed his appearance to fiery red hair like George's and changed his eye color and his face-he looked like a miniature George.

"Oh, don't change your looks baby doll," I said, pushing his hair behind his ear. "you're adorable as it is. You'll find a girl when you're older who will love you as much as I love George."

Victoire giggled from her spot on George's lap, as she was his girl as she proudly pointed out to anyone who asked-she loved her Uncle George. "I'll marry you Teddy!"

"Oh no you won't," Bill said, scooping up his daughter. "you're not getting married missy."

"Oh but daddy!" Victoire giggled.

George smiled at me. "When we have a daughter, the same goes for her, she's never getting married."

"Now Teddy," I whispered. "change your appearance back before the Muggles notice, okay?"

"Okay, are you ready?" I looked at all the single female guests at mine and George's wedding.

Kanzas nodded, deep concentration all over her face.

I turned around and threw the bouquet over my shoulder, then turned and watched it sail right into Luna Lovegood's hand, George was grinning off to the side, tucking his wand back into his suit.

Then George threw my garter, right into Neville Longbottom's hands-well, I may have helped it get there with a quick flick of my wand underneath my dress, pretending to straighten my skirts.

"There you go Luna." I whispered, as we'd been trying to convince them both to date for five years now-they'd been matched by the Ministry but weren't exactly sure that the Ministry had chosen correctly. This was our way of proving it to them.

After mine and George's first dance as a married couple, I walked over and tapped Teddy's shoulder where he was dancing with Ginny.

"Hey handsome," I said crouching to his height. "would you like to dance?"

He grinned at me. "Really?"

I took his hands in mine. "Of course. If your mum doesn't mind giving you up."

"Oh I think I have a dance partner," Ginny smiled as Harry took her hand. "go on Teddy."

George was dancing with Victoire and I walked up beside him with Teddy.

"So Teddy," I said, swaying with him. "in a few weeks, would you like to stay the night with me and George like you did when you were younger?"

"Really?" He asked excitedly.

"Of course," I smiled. "of course, Victoire is coming too, and baby James is going to Gram Weasley's, it is to give your mum and dad, and Victoire's parents a kid free night, but we'll have tons of fun."

"She won't give me cooties will she?" He'd spent a bit too much time with my little cousins while we were here apparently.

"Oh, I can assure you she is cootie free," I laughed. "Veela can't get cooties. Or part Veela."

"'Aura," Fleur walked over and smiled at me. "congratulation on ze marriage."

"Thank you Fleur," I smiled back. "I know the wedding wasn't as beautiful as your's and Bill's, but-"

"Oh nonsense," She said, sounding less French than usual. "your vedding to 'Eorge was beautiful."

"Thank you Fleur," I said. "oh, before I forget, George and I wanted to ask you and Bill if in a few weeks, you would allow us to keep Victoire overnight, we will be keeping Teddy also, and baby James is staying at The Burrow, as we wanted to thank you for all the help you have given us on the wedding."

"Oh thank you," She threw her arms around me. "'hat vould be vonderful! Ve love Victoire very much but she is a handful, ve need a break."

I laughed and hugged her back. "You're welcome."

"George," I said, dancing around our sitting room a few days later. "dance with me."

He smiled from his seat on the couch. "I'm enjoying watching you."

I had picked up a fondness for Celestina Warbeck from Mrs. Weasley over the years, and was dancing to "A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love," which everyone except Mrs. Weasley teased me for.

"Please?" I pouted, swishing my hips.

"Hmm," He said, watching me. "but I really like watching you…"

I pulled him up from the couch. "Dance with me."

So we danced, our bodies moving in sync-moving seductively, our eyes locked and our breathing labored. Before the song was over, our lips collided and our tongues started to fight for dominance.

"George," I whispered, pulling back just for a second. "make love to me."

A week later, the day that we would be keeping Teddy and Victoire, it was time that we could take a pregnancy test, so I stabbed my thumb once again-the first time in years that I had-and watched the potion closely.

"You want it to be positive, don't you?" George said, kissing the top of my head.

"Of course," I answered. "I can't wait to see our little red headed babies."

"Babies," He asked curiously. "why not baby?"

"Well, you see," I bit my lip. "I meant to tell you, but we've been busy…you know that spell I've been working on?"

"Yes." He answered.

"Well, it was suppose to only show me an illusion of Fred-show me what he would have said if he was still alive and everything-now don't worry, I love you very much, but he was my best friend too, I miss him dearly. Anyway, someone interfered and it was really Fred. He told me, well, we're going to have triplets. He knew stuff I never told you or him, and-well, I know I sound insane, but it is true. You don't have to believe me but I-"

He silenced me with a kiss. "I believe you. Just a bit scared knowing that there is going to be three."

"And according to Fred, they'll act exactly like us-terrorize Filch, us, and Grammy Weasley."

"Oh look." He nodded down at the test.

It was a bright beautiful pink.

"I'm going to be a mum." I whispered happily.

"Let's go to your healer," He pulled me to my feet. "if I've learned correctly from mum, you have to get all sorts of pregnancy potions."

I grumbled at him, but we locked the flat and walked hand-in-hand down the alley to my healer's building beside The Leaky Cauldron.

"Laura," The short, perky, blonde healer said excitedly as we walked in. "you're pregnant correct?"

"Yep." I said.

"Follow me then." She turned.

We followed her down the hall to the exam room and she had me strip down and put on a flimsy hospital gown and lay on the table.

"Before you start to worry," The healer said. "you're not getting a full exam today."

"Thank Merlin." I sighed, laying my head back on the pillow.

"But," She smiled. "we will be able to see your baby and if you want, see his or her sex."

"Okay." I chirped.

She flicked her wand and a screen came down from the ceiling and dimmed the lights then she moved her wand over my stomach and three peanut sized gray blobs appeared on the screen.

"Oh it looks like triplets," She said. "do you want me to see if they're boys or girls? It might not be precise this early on, but we can try it."

"Yes please." George and I said together.

She waved her wand again and not only did the blobs change colors-two blue and a pink-but numbers appeared above them, giving a date exactly eight months away.

"That will be the due date, so you're around a month pregnant," The healer said. "and you'll be having two boys and a girl."

"Looks like we are expanding the flat." I looked at George.

He grinned. "They can share your old room until they're older."

Later that night, Fleur arrived with Victoire and Ginny arrived with Teddy.

"Laura!" Teddy and Victoire both ran and hugged me around the waist.

"Whoa kiddos," I said, prying their arms away. "let's be careful okay?"

"Why?" The asked.

"It's a secret," I whispered to them conspiringly. "but if you promise not to tell anyone, you're going to have a few little cousins."

"Really?" Victoire asked excitedly.

"Yes," I ruffled her sleek silver blonde hair. "now, you two go say bye to your mum's, and then we'll start our little party."

After the kids hugged Fleur and Ginny goodbye, Ginny pulled me to the side.

"So, found anything out yet?"

I grinned. "Just that we're having Sunday dinner at The Burrow tomorrow."

She glared. "Tell me."

"If there is anything for you to know," I tapped her nose. "then you'll find out tomorrow."

After Fleur and Ginny left, Victoire went with me to the Muggle pizza place out in Muggle London and Teddy went with George to the ice cream place in Diagon Alley.

"I need umm," I looked at the sign above the counter. "two large pepperonis, a large cheese, two boxes of cheese sticks, and two large colas."

"Are you sure you ladies can carry it?" The man at the counter leered at me.

"My husband is meeting us outside," I said, grabbing Victoire's hand. "so can you just give me the pizzas?"

"Ignore him deary," A woman pushed him away from the counter. "he's harmless. And the leer is just his normal expression."

"Okay." I said, still nervous.

"Is this your daughter?" She smiled at Victoire.

"Niece actually," I said. "my husband and I are babysitting tonight."

After we got the pizza, I had Victoire carry the cheese sticks and I carried the drinks and pizza until we got inside The Leaky Cauldron where I started to levitate it all.

"Aunt Laura," Victoire said, tugging my hand. "why did you get scared of that man?"

"I wasn't scared," I told her. "I just didn't like how he looked at us."

"Hello beautiful." A voice said, stepping out of a dark corner in the alley.

I pushed Victoire behind me before I saw it was only George and Teddy. "Merlin George," I sighed. "you scared me."

"Sorry," he said, kissing my cheek. "I wasn't thinking, it was Teddy's idea."

"Well let's get home," I said. "before the pizza gets cold."

Victoire and Teddy were asleep before eight and we-okay George-carried them to my old bedroom and put them to bed.

"Oh that was easy," I sighed, laying down on mine and George's bed. "maybe Fred will be wrong-maybe our kids will be that well behaved."

He snorted. "Doubt that."

The next evening, we all arrived at The Burrow and as we were eating, George stood up, pulling me to my feet with him.

"We have an announcement." George said, clearing his throat.

"What is it dears?" Mrs. Weasley asked, though from the look on her face, we could tell she knew.

"We're pregnant-well I'm pregnant," I said. "and it is triplets."

"It's what?" Mrs. Weasley asked shocked.

"Two boys and a girl," I said. "and umm, I want to ask you something."

"What is it?" She asked, still in shock.

"Well, I've wanted to name a son Fred in memory of Fred, and well, on the wedding day, I cast a spell that was suppose to just give me an illusion of Fred, but someone powerful interfered-" was it just me or did Harry just look nervous. "and I was actually talking to Fred-he made it clear that it couldn't happen again but he-he gave me permission to do that, but I want to have your permission too."

"Who could have possibly done that?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

Harry did look nervous now, and I could see him trying to hide that.

"Harry," I whispered. "was it you?"

Harry sighed. "No."

"Then why do you look so nervous?" I asked.

"Because I don't know of anyone that has the power to bring back the dead-even for a moment." He answered.

"It was in the mirror," I said. "he wasn't exactly back."

"Unless it becomes a threat," George put his hand on my shoulder. "let's not worry about it."

"About the name," Mrs. Weasley said, tears in her eyes. "you may."

Okay, I'm not entirely sure if the Fred thing in this chapter will go anywhere, but the idea that Laura got to talk to him one last time was the goal…Oh I think I know, *goes to write*, got to go guys, the rest of the story is calling to me! Reviews please!