Author's Note: Okay, so I started working on this right after the other chapter but I got lazy.

Okay, this year, George and Angelina are in a fight… Again?

And Teddy is not coming and Victoire is worried and Mrs. Weasley is pissed.

Okay, bad summary, but enjoy anyway!

And Victoire is going to Hogwarts this year!

Also, in the last chapters I effed up the ages, that's why they are the same in the this chapter as they are in the last chapter.

Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter world is the purse and all related characters are the wallet and keys and makeup inside it. I just borrowed the purse, but it really belongs to J.K. Rowling. ;)

Just as Hermione had offered to take over with the stirring of the stew, the kitchen door to the Burrow burst open. Someone, she noticed, had opened it with their wand because it was a few seconds before anyone entered the kitchen.

It was Angelina. She was crying, her face red, and she was moving as fast as she could without trying to make it obvious.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" Came a bellow from the yard. Hermione and the dozen or so children were more silent than they had ever been before.

They all stared at the scene that was developing around them. When Angelina heard the shout, she stopped immediately and turned around, breathing heavily either due to her anger or just that she had been walking so fast.

When George entered the kitchen, it was obvious that he was surprised to see that Angelina had stopped walking away from him. She sighed and rubbed her face wearily, holding her wand limply in her right hand.

George looked much the same as she did, face as red as his hair, breathing heavily, very obviously distraught.

All was silent for a moment, even the children, who were frozen, staring at this scandalous scene. And then Angelina spoke in a whisper. "I can't do this anymore, George."

"So that's it, then?" George spit angrily, "You're six months pregnant with our second child and you're just going to leave? Just like that?"

Angelina began to cry. It was clear to Hermione that this happened often, but was not any easier for the two after each fall out.

"I can't do this anymore!" she repeated loudly, tears flooding her face, "I can't. We argue all the time and it's not working! You know it's not working! We're tearing each other apart." She added quietly. "I don't deserve this. You don't deserve this!"

And now George was crying. The always laughing, mood lifter George was crying, sobbing as hard as anyone had ever seen. Hermione's mouth fell slightly open as she panned between George and Angelina, who were standing about five feet apart.

Angelina had won. Hermione knew this even before George spoke. "Fine," he croaked softly, "Go."

And Angelina continued through the door to the living room.

But as soon as the door had closed, George had realized what exactly he had done. He ran through the door and while it was closing, Hermione heard the muffled voice of Angelina in the fireplace, saying, "Weasley Wizard Wheezes, Diagon Alley," and the sound of George's fist hit the wall in anger.

"Mum, can me and Albus get married?"

Hermione was sitting on the couch, her eyes staring unfixed at something in the air. When Rose had walked up to her and tugged the sleeve of her shirt, she didn't even notice.

"What?" she said to her daughter. "No. You're cousins, that's not allowed."

Rose frowned. "Can me and James get married?" she asked hopefully.

Hermione smiled for the first time since she witnessed George and Angelina having a shouting match. "No," she said to her daughter, "You guys are cousins, too,"

Rose frowned yet again and said sadly, "Is there anyone I can marry?"

"No," said Ron as he walked in, sitting on the couch next to Hermione, pulling his five year old onto his lap. "You're never going to get married because you're going to stay five forever. Now go play," he added, as he wanted to talk to Hermione alone. Rose and Albus ran out of the room giggling. When they were gone, Ron turned to his wife. "So what's up?" he asked, putting an arm around her.

"When was the last time you talked to George and Angelina?" she asked.

"Well, I guess this morning after we played Quidditch. Why?"

"Are they okay?"

"Seemed alright to me."

"No. I mean, are they okay, like as a couple?" Ron looked at her, trying to figure out where she was going with this. "It's just," she said to his confused look, "They got into a horrible row and I haven't seen them since."

"Aw, Hermione, they fight all the time." Ron said reassuringly. "We'll see them at dinner," he added to her concerned look.

Just then, there was a soft rap on the window behind them. Ron turned and saw a tawny owl, clutching a letter in it's beak, tapping on the window. He opened it up and the owl quickly dropped the letter before flying off.

"What is it?" Hermione asked, leaning over to get a better view of the crumpled parchment.

"'Can't make it to dinner.'" Ron read off, "'Really sorry. Love, G & A."

"Uncle Harry, where's Teddy?" were the first words that greeted Harry and Ginny as they stepped out of the Burrow's fireplace. Victoire had evidently been standing there waiting for them to arrive, with her hands on her hips.

"Hello to you, too, Victoire," Ginny said to her niece, smiling.

"Sorry. Hi Aunt Ginny," she gave her aunt a swift hug and got back to the point. "Uncle Harry, where's Teddy?" she repeated less patiently.

Harry raised his eyebrows in confusion but answered the question anyway. "Er, he had to make up some homework assignments he missed when he was in the hospital."

Victoire stomped her left foot. This had become her trademark. She groaned in anger. "Why?" Harry asked, wondering what her sudden burst of anger was due to.

To Harry's question she clearly realized she had let her frustration get the best of her. She brushed the strawberry blonde hair that had fallen in front of her face away from it, and feigned calm. "Nothing." She said quickly and crossed her arms.

Ginny spared a glance at Harry, and he said, "Yeah, I'm gonna go find Ron," awkwardly before walking out the door. Ginny knelt down so she was a little less than eye level to her niece. "What's up, Vic?" she asked, concerned.

She sniffed. "He promised he would be here," she whispered, tears sparkling in her eyes. "I haven't seen him since he was in the hospital. And that was right after Easter. How do I know he's okay? What if he gets beaten up again and I'm not there to help him?" the tears cascaded down her cheeks as she thought of her best friend, alone in the Hospital Wing.

Ginny smiled genuinely at Victoire. She put a hand comfortingly on the little girl's cheek. "Harry just saw him today. He's doing fine. I promise."

Victoire sighed heavily in relief. "He saw him today? Like saw saw him? Talked to him?" she asked frantically. Ginny nodded and another sigh escaped Victoire.

"But guess what?" Ginny added consolingly, "School will be over in a week and then you can spend the whole summer with him. And after summer, you'll be going to Hogwarts, too!"

Her worry for Teddy seemed to have vanished when Victoire's aunt mentioned the school of witchcraft and wizardry. Her eyes brightened and her mouth smiled widely. She began jumping up and down and clapping, saying "I'm going to Hogwarts! I'm going to Hogwarts!"

Soon, Ginny began to join in on the festivities, and only when Harry walked in and gaped at them did she finally calm down enough to suppress her laughter. She looked at her husband who was smiling, and who seemed to be transfixed by his wife's sudden childlike behavior. "Um, Dinner's ready," he said, after noticing Ginny had caught him staring at her. Ginny took Victoire's hand and led her out of the room, both of them still giggling and Harry still giving them an odd look.

Dinner that night was as good as any anniversary dinner. If anything, year after year the meals only got better. When everyone had settled down, and the first person began shoveling food into his mouth, his wife gaping at him, Mrs. Weasley noticed something was off.

The first thing she noticed was that there was an empty seat at the children's table, so she asked, "Where's Teddy?"

Harry, who was laughing at the way Ron was eating as though he had not done so in years, answered the question. "He's at school," he said matter-of-factly, "Making up the assignments he missed while he was sick."

"And why couldn't he make them up on a weekend?" she asked somewhat angrily.

Harry shrugged. "I guess it was the only available time for the professors."

Mrs. Weasley sighed. Missing an anniversary dinner was obviously not acceptable behavior, which brought her to the next problem at hand. "And where is Percy?"

"Watching Teddy." Harry said immediately, knowing this was going to be her next question.

Mrs. Weasley sighed again and straightened in her chair, trying to stay calm. "Okay," she said softly, holding in her anger, "And where are George and Angelina then? Making up exams as well?" she added coldly.

The table was silent until Hermione burst into tears. Heads whipped in her direction and mouths dropped. She apparently tried to cover up her crying, but the sob was too noticeable. Ron put in arm around her and whispered something in her ear. He turned to his mother and said, "They got into some kind of row this morning. Angelina took off and nobody has seen either of them since. They wrote a note." Ron took a crumpled piece of parchment out of pocket and let it be passed down the table to Mrs. Weasley, who took it and read it swiftly.

She crumpled the parchment up once again and slammed her fists against the table, leaning into her family so the kids wouldn't hear her whisper-shouts. "Does nobody understand the significance of today?" she said, "We're not only celebrating the defeat of Voldemort, but we're celebrating the lives of the people who died in that pursuit! We're remembering them, thinking about them, celebrating our freedom and all it took to get it! Does nobody understand how long we've waited for this day thirteen years ago to come? We must get on with our lives but we must not forget what it took for those lives to exist! We must not forget how long this took and how hard it was. Today is the most important day in the world. Does nobody see that?"

By the time Mrs. Weasley had finished her rant, she was breathing heavily and her face as beginning to match her very red hair. Nobody at the table spoke. Most of the girls had been reduced to tears and were attempting to cover up their sobs, while most of the husbands faces had reddened like Mrs. Weasley's, and they were all staring off at something that didn't exist. Over at the kid's table, the children were still talking and laughing and eating; they had heard nothing Mrs. Weasley had said.

By the time that George got into the fireplace after Angelina, not ten seconds after she had disappeared into a whir of green flames, she had already succeeded in disconnecting theshop from the floo network and banned Apparition. George had to walk outside of the Burrow grounds – which, while chasing after your wife, is a very long walk – Apparate into the Leaky Cauldron, shoot down Tom's harasses about getting a drink, and walk the whole way of Diagon Alley into his shop, which had been locked.

He rolled his eyes at the lengths to which Angelina was going just to keep him away from her. It was bit childish really. Did she think he wouldn't be able to get in? It's his store.

George pointed his wand at the lock of the door and whispered, "Alohomora," and when nothing happened, he added, "Damn, she's good." He groaned in anger and flicked his wand at the door again, not saying anything.

The glass doors shattered into smithereens and George stepped through the frame. He turned around, gave his wand another flick, and the glass repositioned itself perfectly into the doors it had been before, as if it had never been broken in the first place. "Angelina?" he called, much louder than he had expected. The noise echoed around the empty joke shop, on the stacks and stacks of Skiving Snackboxes and Decoy Detonators. If he had been angry at Angelina before, for running around, yelling at him in front of his entire family – especially his kids, then he was furious now. "Angelina?" he repeated, only this time louder. He sprinted up the stairs until he came to the closed door of his apartment. This time he didn't hesitate, he flicked his wand and the door vanished into thin air.

He spotted her in the first place that he looked. George walked into their bedroom, which was a little bit smaller than a regular bedroom, and Angelina was lying in the bed, wrapped in the sheets. When he walked in and said her name, she sat up, wiped her face, and crossed her arms; the barrier was going up.

George looked around for a sign that this was different than any other row that they had ever gotten into. Everything looked relatively the same. It saddened George that he found it a good sign that he saw no sloppily packed suitcase on the bed.

He sat down at the edge of the bed, back facing his wife, and rubbed his face. "Why are we doing this?" he whispered wearily, "Why are we always fighting?"

"Don't you think if I knew that we wouldn't be in this mess?" she said coldly. Well, at least she said something.

"Ang," George said. He turned to face his wife, and held her face in his hands, "I love you more than anything on this planet. I know I'm an arse sometimes – heck, most of the time – and it kills me to see you upset. But the reason I keep this going is that I'm too damn selfish to let you go. I need you." He said this without taking his eyes off of her. He moved so he was sitting next to her, back against the headboard. Angelina laced her hand in his, without speaking.

"God," she said finally, "this is so hard. The rows, the arguments, I can't stand it sometimes. And sometimes, I just want to get up and leave, leave you, leave Fred, leave this whole country to start a new life. But, when I think about the bad moments in my life, it makes me think about the good moments. And you, you're in all of them. So, I guess what I'm trying to say, is that if I left you, I wouldn't really have anything to live for, you know? You make all of the bad moments worthwhile, even when you're causing them."

George stared at her the whole time, and when she was finished, he kissed her right on the lips. All of his apologies and sadness and happiness and gratitude was wrapped into it. Without speaking, the two got up from the bed, and headed to the fireplace, both knowing how furious Mrs. Weasley must be with them for missing dinner.

Before taking a pinch of floo powder from the bag Angelina held out to him and after she had reconnected their fireplace to the network, George turned to Angelina and said, "I think we should buy a house."

The family was actually still eating dessert when George and Angelina arrived. Mrs. Weasley held back on the accusations, and after her rant, the subject of the importance of that day had been ignored.

It was probably due to the fact that they arrived only shortly after the actual dinner had ended that had made Mrs. Weasley refrain from blowing up. When Hermione saw that they were holding hands, she sighed very loudly in relief.

And only when the newly reunited couple had sat down did another surprise await them. The whole family's heads turned to the kitchen door as it opened. Percy walked out, a smile plastered across his face. "Hello everyone!" he said politely, waving to the masses of Weasleys and Potters. "Sorry I'm late. But I've brought someone along." He stepped out of the way and Teddy walked through the door, not realizing they were interrupting dinner.

There was a scream somewhere in the crowd and a flash of blonde hair. Victoire had thrown herself at Teddy, who nearly collapsed in shock. When she pulled away, her face was like that of a concerned mother. She pinched and prodded his cheeks and eyelids. "Are you okay?" she sputtered rapidly. Even though she was almost a full head shorter than him, she appeared to be looking down on him.

He was about to burst with laughter at her behavior. "I'm fine, Victoire, get off of me," he said, and he tried to loosen her grip without success.

"Teddy Lupin! What business do you have getting into a duel with a fourth year?" She accused angrily. She hadn't spoken to him since Easter, and the last time she saw him, he was lying unconscious in the Hospital Wing.

"He was picking on a first year!" he said defensively, "What was I supposed to do? And let go of me." She obeyed, and removed her arms from around his neck "And that was months ago. I'm fine!" he added, looking slightly disgusted by her behavior.

Tears were blooming rapidly in her eyes. "Good!" she cried, and threw her arms around him again, "Don't ever do that to me again, Teddy Lupin!"

Teddy didn't hug her back. Instead, he looked up at his godfather, a scared look etched on his face. Harry just looked at him, his mouth slightly open, chuckled, and winked.

Author's Note: This one is longer than most of my other ones and hopefully you're not upset about that. (Even though I can't see why you would be).

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