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I have died everyday
Waiting for you
Darlin' don't be afraid,
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more

And all along I believed
I would find you
Time has brought
Your heart to me
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more – A Thousand Years, Christina Perri.

The morning after their wedding, Viria and Fred were awakened rather abruptly by a frantic Molly Weasley.

She couldn't bear to wake them at first – they looked so peaceful, and so happy. It was obvious that they were both naked under the bedclothes, but after having seven children, that sort of thing didn't bother Molly any. Viria had her head laying on Fred's chest, her arm flung across his waist and her legs tangled up with his under the sheets, while Fred lay with both arms around her, his head ducked down on top of hers and lips pressed to her hair. Molly smiled for the merest fraction of a second before she remembered why she was there and started shrieking at them.

"Fred! Viria! Get up!"

Viria opened one eye sleepily, then closed it again and snuggled closer to Fred, who did not stir. Molly sighed heavily and, grabbing a fallen pillow, proceeded to whack it about her son's head.

"Mum!" Fred yelped, sitting bolt upright at once, jerking Viria awake with him, "What in the name of Merlin are you doing?"

Viria said nothing, squinting from under her dishevelled curls and frowning in bemusement. Molly looked at them both fretfully.

"We have to leave home. Ron's been seen, they know he's not in bed with Spattergroit. They'll be here to question us all –try and torture information out of us, and they won't believe us if they think we know nothing. We're leaving for Muriel's in an hour. Viria, your parents are coming – we pointed out to them that now you're married to Fred, you're linked too closely with us to be ignored, so you have to come too – and we would never leave you behind, dear, of course. Hurry"

They were both suddenly very awake. Viria stared at Fred in astonishment, not quite knowing what to say.

"Not exactly the wedding present I was expecting" said Fred at last, running his fingers through his ruffled hair. Viria laughed weakly, still shocked.

"Me neither" she hesitated a few moments longer, "I...guess we'd better pack"

She already had a suitcase brimming with clothes – it was just a few of the bits now strewn about the room that needed packing with them, included her rumpled wedding dress. She held it for a long time before folding it into the suitcase too, then went to help Fred.

"I guess me and George won't be working anymore, none of us will" Fred mused anxiously, "Maybe we could run a mail order sort of thing..."

" I hardly think that's what you need to be worrying about right now" Viria scolded, exasperated, "I'm slightly more concerned about the fact that your mum said Ron had been seen. Does that mean all of them were seen?"

"I would imagine so. It's not like Ron would ever separate from Hermione – anyone aside from him can see he's in love with her"

Viria laughed, "And Hermione. She has no idea. It's sweet, really" she yanked on her Weasley jumper with a small smile, "Come on, it's nearly time to leave"

Muriel was not at all pleased to see them. She greeted the Weasleys, her family, just as coldly as she greeted Viria and her family, whom she had never met.

"Oh. So you're French? We seem to be overrun with French people nowadays in this family. Can't get rid of them. And you're married to Fred, are you?" she asked Viria, looking down her screwed up nose.

"Yes" Viria replied, as coolly as possible. She was more than a little offended by Muriel's hauteur.

Muriel eyed her up and down, "You're rather young to be married"

"We don't think so" she reached for Fred's hand, an action Muriel greeted with an expression of contempt.

"Well I do, and I'm much older and wiser than the two of you. And that hair of yours could do with a good comb. You could do with losing a little weight, too"

"Excuse me – "Frank went to defend his daughter, a rather angry flush on his face, but Fred got there first.

"I don't suppose you could treat Viria a little more kindly, could you? She is my wife now, after all, and part of this family. And I won't have you speak to her like that" Fred's voice was icy cold, "In fact, if it's not too much trouble, I'd appreciate it if you kept your opinions about all of this family to yourself"

Muriel spluttered a protest, and glared at Ginny, who was giggling, and George, who had high-fived his twin, but found nothing to say. She stormed off instead, leaving a beaming Molly to allocate rooms to everyone.

When they were sorted, Viria left Fred and George to have a catch up and went to find Ginny, who she felt she'd barely spoken to. Ginny was sitting at the window of the spare bedroom that was now hers, looking out at the vast acres of gardens belonging to Muriel. She grinned when Viria entered.

"I'm glad you're here, I was going to come and fetch you. I've missed talking with you. And I wanted to show off about that fact that I definitely got the best view"

Viria grinned back and squidged on the window seat with her best friend, "Yeah, you did! And I've missed talking with you too. Thanks so much for yesterday, Gin –you were a great last-minute bridesmaid"

Ginny laughed, "You're welcome. You'd do the same for me. You looked really beautiful yesterday – did you see Fred's face when you walked out of the house? He lit up. It was adorable"

"I wish I had! I was too busy staring at the floor and hoping I wouldn't trip. Thanks, though" Viria wrapped her arms around her knees, and Ginny mirrored her actions, "What happens now?"

"We wait, I guess. If they've been spotted, it won't be long before the big confrontation takes place" Ginny sounded calm, but Viria knew that she was anything but. She reached out and touched Ginny's hand lightly.

"Do you really think Harry can do it? Beat You-Know-Who?"

Ginny looked thoughtfully at Viria with her large brown eyes, "Yes. At least, I hope so"

"How, though?"

"I don't know. But he has too. Because I can't live without him, Viria, I just can't. I haven't told him I love him yet. How can I not have told him that? I wish I had now"

"I bet there are a lot of things you wish you'd done, and I bet he feels just the same" Viria squeezed Ginny's hand and looked out of the window. They were silent for a long time.

"Anyway" said Ginny at last, suddenly smiling, "How does it feel? Being someone's wife -being Fred's wife, of all people?"

Viria giggled, "It's weird! When he said I was his wife it just sounded so strange – it feels right, though. It was meant to happen all along, I know it was, and so does he. It's just going to take a bit of getting used to"

Ginny laughed too, "I suppose it is. Hey, that makes us sisters now, right?"

Viria beamed, "Yeah! Yes, it does! I hadn't thought of that before. That's amazing"

"It is. Oh Merlin, I'm going to be Aunt to all your children – that's scary!"

"Ginny!" Viria pretended to hit her around the head, "I'm not planning on having any for a long time yet – and I'm pretty sure it's not Fred's top priority either!"

Ginny looked disappointed, "Oh! Fine. I bet you'll be one of those couples who just don't stop having children. You'll be like some sort of baby-producing machine. Six of the brats, at the least"

"Oi!" they were both laughing now, doubled over, smiling all over their faces, "I don't think so, Ginny, honest. Not for ages"

"Alright" Ginny agreed, still smiling, "That's probably for the best. Anyhow, that garden looks like it'd make a great Quidditch pitch – want to see if Fred and George fancy a game?"

"I'm a bit too tired for Quidditch! Last night was my wedding night, remember?"

"Ugh" Ginny grimaced, "You can play for a punishment for saying that. Ugh! I feel really sick now. Come on"