Four Years Later.
"Samantha Ginevera Weasley!!" Katherine shouted, as they walked through Diagon Alley.
Samantha looked over at her mother, and grinned, before running up the front steps to a shop. With a sigh, Katherine followed after her and helped her open the front door. Samantha took off once the door was open, bumping into customers.
"SAM!" Katherine shouted, as she apologized to the customers as she passed.
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Samantha shouted, as she ran up to the counter.
George smiled and walked out from behind the counter, and bent down.
"Hey, sweetie! What did we say about running around in the shop?" he asked, as he held the little girl to his hip.
"That it was bad," she said, and George laughed.
"Correct," he said, kissing her cheek. "Now, why is your mum shouting?" he asked.
Katherine managed to reach the back of the shop, before stopping to catch her breath. Samantha smiled sweetly at her mother, before resting her head on George's shoulder. George sighed and gave her a kiss, before he couldn't get the chance too.
"Bad morning?" he asked, as Katherine shook her hair out of her eyes.
"I've had better mornings, George. Trust me, you don't even want to see the house after what these three did," she said.
Suddenly there was a loud cry, and a shout from the floor. George, Katherine and Samantha looked down at the source. Samantha rolled her eyes, while George tried to hold in his laughter. Katherine on the other hand, was not amused nor in the mood for anything.
"FREDRICK WILLIAM AND ANNABELL MARIE!!" Katherine shouted, as she pulled the two children apart.
Annabell kicked Fred on the leg, and Fred began to wail. Ron and Lee came out from the back, and saw that it was the three year old twins causing the commotion. Lee went over to George and took Samantha from him, so that he could deal with one of twins.
"I think we have some candy in the back for you, Sammy. Uncle Ron and Uncle Harry bought a whole bunch yesterday in Hogsmead," he said, as they walked towards the back.
George picked Fred up off the floor and turned to Ron. "Watch the floor for a bit? I'm gonna take these two upstairs," he said.
Katherine pulled Annabell up off the floor and followed George to the flat upstairs, and shut the door behind her. George set Fred down on the old sofa, and took Annabell from Katherine.
"What is wrong with you two?" George asked, as he sat down on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
Annabell pointed to Fred, "Mean!" she shouted, as tears rolled down her face.
Fred pointed back at her, "Mean!" he shouted as well, crying.
George looked at Katherine, who shook her head. Then he looked back at the twins, who looked at him with tears rolling down both their faces.
"Okay. I want you two to listen, and listen good. Fighting is bad. Okay? Really bad," he said, as the twins looked at him, dumbly.
Katherine tried her best not to laugh, because she knew that the twins had no idea what George was talking about. But George seemed to think that they did.
"Now, your mum is very tired and it's not right that you two have her running around all the time. Mummy needs her rest and it's the right- and nice- thing to do," he said.
Annabell yawned and Fred did the same as well. George sighed, realizing that his speech was getting through to the twins.
"Naptime, finally!" Katherine said, as she walked over to the sofa.
Picking them both up, they both carried them down the hall to George's old bedroom and set them both onto the bed. Once they were covered and asleep, George and Katherine went back to the sofa and sat down.
"And you want twelve of those, running around the house?" Katherine asked, as she rested her head against his shoulder.
George chuckled, "I said that twelve would be nice, but I don't care if we have five or six.." he said, yawning.
Katherine snorted, "Once this one is out, we're going to take contraceptive charms seriously this time," she said.
Wrapping his arm around her, George rested his hand on her growing belly.
"It's only a few more months. Then we can worry about Ginny and Hermione," he said, as she sighed.
"Good. I'll give them a few years to catch up before having anymore," she said, as she closed her eyes.
Leaving Katherine on the sofa to sleep, George went back downstairs to find Lee and Samantha at the counter. She was going on about a book that Hermione had given her a few days before, and Lee was trying his best to keep himself concentrated on her talk. When he saw George coming downstairs, he shot him a look of help.
"Sammy, I think Uncle Lee wants to go on his break. How about you and I go fix up the Pygmy Puffs?" he asked, lifting her up off the counter and setting her onto the floor.
"Can I have a Pygmy Puff?" she asked, as he walked her over to the shelf.
George knelt down on the floor, laughing.
"I don't think your mother would like that very much," he said, as Samantha looked at the cage fondly.
Then she turned to him and pouted, "Pleaseeeee? Daddy pleaseeeeeee?" she whined.
George sighed, "I guess so," he said, and Samantha began to hop in her spot.
"But only if you're really, really good today and do what I and your uncles say," he warned.
Samantha nodded and George showed her how to fix up the cage and clean it. George watched as Samantha talked to the Puffs, who looked up at her in awe. Smart like her mother, yet she reminded him so much of himself. She managed to pull of the most brilliant tricks, even at nearly five years old. The twins on the other hand, were like total copies of himself and Fred. George always thought about what life would've been like, had Fred lived. Fred would tease Samantha about how she always read, and possibly brainwash the twins into being his little warriors when it would be time for them to go off to Hogwarts. George always laughed at the thought, then feel as sudden pang of sadness in his heart.
"Daddy, why are you sad?" Samantha asked, as she looked at him.
George looked up at her for a moment, then smiled. Pulling her into his arms, he hugged her tightly.
"I'm not sad, love. Just very happy that I have you and your mum and your brother and sister," he said.
"Oh," she responded, as George pushed her trademark Weasley hair behind her ear.
"Okay, let's get back to work. You still have to earn that Pygmy Puff," he said, as he led her towards the back.
It would be a few short years before Samantha would be off to Hogwarts, doing her own thing. His little girl was growing up fast, but in his eyes, she's always be his baby. It was one giant leap to start a family and to raise the first child before having another. And as George watched, as Samantha helped carry products out to the floor he smiled. He managed to take that giant leap. And he was living with the reward of a beautiful wife and three beautiful children.