Family
Arthur Weasley & Molly Prewett
2025
Over the last 50 years, the Burrow had always been teeming with energy. There was always chaos. There was always activity. There were always people there, filling up the fields with chat and laughter. And today was no exception.
The whole family was around to celebrate a birthday. 28 in total, all present to welcome the new member to the family and her second year of life. Little Dora Lupin, daughter of Teddy and Victoire who were all grown up like the rest of the family.
Arthur watched his family from the front porch, his rocking chair in full swing. James and Albus were flying high in the air with Fred and Louis, with Hugo surveying the match as referee from a bit higher up. He observed Ron and Rose playing a gripping game of Wizard Chess that had attracted the attention of Molly, Audrey, Fleur, Bill and Charlie. Sprawled on the grass in the closing winter sun was Ginny who was plaiting Lily's long red hair, whilst her own was being fiddled with by Lucy, who had her hair pulled into pigtails by Dominique who looked very uncomfortable to be in such a girly situation so she roped an unwilling Roxanne to help.
He turned to face the house and saw through the kitchen window George being forced to help cook by Hermione and Angelina, who continuously made threats to hex him if he even considered walking away. Arthur heard his son laugh and a smile grew across his wrinkly old face. Facing the garden again, he noticed Harry pushing Andromeda's wheelchair across the bumping terrain as carefully as possible before giving up and pulling out his wand to levitate her across the garden to Teddy and Victoire who were fussing over little baby Dora. She had managed to spread her entire chocolate cake on her face and was now enjoying doing the same to her parents. Teddy found this hilarious but Victoire was less than pleased and insisted on attacking Dora with a damp cloth.
With a satisfied grin on his face, Arthur turned to face the rocking chair beside his own where his wife was sitting, most likely thinking the same thoughts as he was. Molly turned to face him and held out her frail and fragile hand which Arthur took in both of his own. His wrinkled thumbs grazed across her hand and he watched as a smile grew on her face and her eyes twinkled as the creases around them deepened.
Although Molly didn't look like the girl he married, she was everything she was then. Pure. Innocent. Beautiful. Honest. Kind. Faithful. Loving.
Arthur leaned forward towards her and kissed her cheek, indulging himself in her perfume. Squeezing her hand tightly, he whispered, "Happy Valentine's Day!"
