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"How's my goddaughter doing?" Uncle George asked me as I jumped onto his lap.

It was July 1 in the summer and the whole family was invited for dinner. Apparently Victoire had big news that she had to give us.

Uncle George loved me beyond belief. I was by far his favorite niece. He once told me that if he ever had a daughter, he would want her to be exactly like me. I loved Uncle George back just as much.

"I'm fine, how are you?"

He kissed the top of my head and I smiled. My gaze wandered to the hole in the side of his head. It had always freaked out all of my other cousins, but oddly it never bothered me. It was just Uncle George, who cared if he had a gaping hole in his head? It just proved how brave he was during the war. I wished I was that brave.

"Doing quite well, dear," he replied. "Are you going to work for the shop this summer?"

"Of course!" I exclaimed. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Wow I can't believe I'm actually old enough to work there now. Who works this summer with me?"

"Albus, conveniently enough."

There was a tradition of every summer, two kids of the family would work part time jobs at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. They were allowed to start the summer after their first year. That's when Uncle George felt you were mature enough to actually help him. Last summer Sam and Remus had worked together. Sam told me they used to have a ball with Uncle George. Everyone said whenever they worked at the store that it was always a great summer.

"Dinner, everyone!" Grandmum called from inside the kitchen.

"Guess we better go. I don't want to miss Victoire's announcement," Uncle George mumbled. I got up from his lap and we headed into the kitchen.

We all took our seats. I sat at the corner with Rose on my right side and Todd on my left. I always loved sitting next to Todd at any big dinners. He would always say the funniest things. It wasn't that he tried to be funny, it was just the way he acted that was so odd and strange that it was hilarious. Rose even found amusement from him.

"Okay, Victoire, what's the big news?" Granddad asked her with a gentle smile on his face.

Victoire was at the head of the table. Since she was the one that had called this dinner, she got to sit at the head of the table. She looked very nervous but happy. What in the world was going on? "Okay, as everyone obviously knows, Teddy and I are happily in love and married." Everyone glanced at Teddy who was sitting next to her. We were all very glad when we found out that they were married because everyone loved Teddy, anyway. It just made sense to have him as an official member of the family. "Well, to get to the point…." She paused and smiled. "I'm pregnant!"

The table erupted with noise. Most of it was happy of course, but Uncle Bill flinched. I bet it was the thought of Victoire and Teddy having sex that really ticked him off.

Grandmum frantically got up from her seat and engulfed Victoire in a hug. "A new baby on the way! Oh, Victoire, I'm so happy for you! I can't believe my granddaughter is going to be a mother."

"Was the pregnancy planned?" Uncle Percy asked from down the table. Of course Uncle Percy would ask that question. Always thinking of plans and the future. Nothing could be spontaneous for him.

"No, but we're still very happy about it!" Victoire insisted. And she was happy. Her skin was radiating joy. Pregnancy really did suit her. "The baby is due in January." She was already three months pregnant? She wasn't showing at all. How long did it take for that sort of thing to become obvious? Four months?

"A winter baby! Well, we certainly don't have enough of those in the family," Grandmum fussed.

"I was born in December…" my cousin, Arthur, mumbled. He was sitting across from me, and apparently Grandmum didn't hear what he had said because she kept ranting on how nice it would be to have her first great grandchild. Then she complained about how old she was getting. Then realization hit Sam and he stood up.

"Merlin, I'm going to be an uncle!" he shouted. "That's bloody fantastic!"

"Yeah…this is great and all but can we eat?" Albus questioned. "Grandmum made tortellini soup and I think I'll die if I do not get some in my body A.S.A.P." Albus loved tortellini soup with a passion. If he had to choose between marrying a girl and tortellini he'd probably pick the soup. It was kind of disturbing if you really thought about it.

"Albus, be quiet!" Grandmum snapped at him. Albus put up his hands and backed away from the soup slowly.

Uncle George, who was sitting next to Al, elbowed him. "Story of my childhood," he said as he nodded his head at Grandmum. "She's getting soft with age though, I'm telling you. I remember when Fred and I were kids she was REALLY tough. Her howlers were just down right embarrassing at the Gryffindor table."

The table tensed slightly when Uncle George said Uncle Fred's name. He was still a sore topic to discuss, especially for Grandmum. She missed her son terribly.

"Well, you two deserved every howler I ever sent you and more," Grandmum declared, defending her past actions.

"I'm not saying we didn't deserve them, I am just saying that they were very embarrassing. They started taking bets by sixth year on how many we'd get each month. Lee Jordan won a lot of money that year..."

"Do you still talk to Lee?" Dad asked.

My uncle nodded his head. "He's still the most hilarious guy too. He's a disc jockey for a Muggle radio station. Pretty good from the times I've heard him too."

Aunt Rachael, who was sitting next to him, laughed loudly. "He's brilliant! So entertaining, it's unbelievable."

She looked around at everyone then her eyes stopped on Hugo, who was sitting next to her. She ruffled his hair affectionately. Aunt Rachael and Uncle George were not only my godparents, they were also Hugo's. While Uncle George favored me more than Hugo, Aunt Rachael favored Hugo. Not that either of us cared much. We knew that both of our godparents loved us, even if they had their favorites.

"Okay, now we can eat!" Grandmum proclaimed. Albus grinned happily and dug greedily into the tortellini soup.

"Al, be polite!" Mum exclaimed. Albus shrugged and continued to eat like a pig. And that was the reason why Mum hardly made tortellini soup. My brother would be severely overweight if she did.

"How's work going, Harry?" Granddad asked my dad.

Dad sighed heavily. "A Muggle house was attacked the other day. This group of killers has a disturbing sign. Not definitely a sign, but they made this spell that can have anyone that died from the attack…well, their corpses are above the place of attack. Not the actually corpse, but it's sort of like fog. Last night there was a mother and her two young children." He gulped and shivered. "It was sick."

Sam looked like he was going to throw up. "Excuse me for a moment," he said to the table as he ran out of the room. Dad sighed again.

"Probably shouldn't have said that at dinner."

"Did you find anymore of them?" Albus interrogated. "Do you think there's a chance of beating them in the near future? What else is going on that we don't know of?"

"Al, we're doing the best we can." Dad took a bite of the chicken on his plate. "This war is nothing like the last one. The last one lasted a few years, tops. This one is going to be dragged out. These terrorists are smart. They're taking us out one by one then they'll attack when we're really weak. That could be in another ten years."

"Ten years!" Albus shouted.

"Yes, ten years," Dad replied calmly. "I wouldn't worry about it so much, Al. There's not much we can do for the time being. Hopefully we can squash them while they're still young, but that's about it. Just relax."

Rose took a sip of her pumpkin juice and looked to be in deep contemplation. "They are really smart. They're recruiting students straight from Hogwarts. They're influencing us all while we're young and naïve. It's brilliant, if you think about it." The girl sitting next to me looked at everyone with despair in her eyes. "They know the past's mistakes and are going to be stronger because of it. It's pure genius."

Todd declared, "This whole thing is stupid."

"Please don't say the word stupid," Uncle Percy requested from his son. "You should have a better vocabulary than that."

Uncle Percy was by far the strictest parent at the table. His children had to be proper and speak properly. I guess Todd must have been a huge disappointment to him because Todd wasn't much of a proper person. Todd just laughed at his dad.

"But it is stupid! There's not a better word for it!"

Aunt Cadee grinned at her son. "He's right, Percy. This is all very foolish and I wish it would all just go away, but it won't anytime soon."

Mum grabbed Uncle Ron's hand. Those two did have their fights, but Mum wasn't closer to any of her other brothers. Ron was definitely her favorite. Uncle Ron rubbed her hand with his thumb. Mum's gaze turned towards George and she looked ready to cry. They were both thinking about the same thing probably: What if they lost another brother?

I noticed that Sam had come back to the table. He took his seat next to James. James looked very pale in the face. Sam immediately picked up on it and looked at his cousin curiously. Without even asking James what was wrong, Sam patted him on the back. That was the equivalent of a hug in guy world. James just stared at his plate with a blank look on his face. What was going through his mind? Was my brother okay?

"Why are we talking about such a sad subject?" Sam asked the table. "Come on, my big sister is going to have a baby! Let's celebrate!"

"Right you are, Sam!" Teddy exclaimed. "I'm going to be a father! This isn't a time to dwell on the bad. It's a time to look to the future and realize that there is still good in this world, even though it may not seem like it. And let's also be thankful that we all belong to the greatest family. We have each other and that is always something to look forward to. Now we have another member on the way!"

Remus grinned at Teddy. "Though the baby will be a Lupin by name, it will certainly be a Weasley at heart!"

Uncle Ron held up his glass. "Cheers to that!"

Everyone tapped each other's glasses and was finally smiling.

Leave it to Sam and Teddy to brighten up the mood. Victoire then smiled at her younger brother gratefully. Crookedly, he grinned back. Victoire and Sam used to fight constantly, but ever since Aunt Fleur died they had become extremely close. I guess having a parent die was a very strong bonding experience. It was sad that their mother's death was the cause of their friendship.

Albus cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. We all looked at him, waiting to hear what he would say. "All I want to know is who's going to be the godfather of this new baby? It better be me, Teddy. You know that there isn't a better choice than me."

"I don't know if I can promise that, Al," Teddy responded with a shrug. "Sam and James are in the running too. You three will have to battle to the death. Starting tomorrow of course. For now I just want to eat and nice and peaceful meal."

James, Al, and Sam all grinned wickedly at each other. The game was on.

"Who is going to be the godmother?" I asked. "If it's not Rose or me I will be very, very upset you two."

"You?" Albus scoffed. "A godmother? Are you kidding me? That's a ridiculous thought. You couldn't even take care of a dog if you wanted to, let alone an actual person. Rose would be way better off."

Granddad shook his head. "Lily would be a lovely godmother, Albus. I'm afraid you're a bit young though, Lils." He looked at me apologetically. "Maybe by the time Remus has children you'll be old enough. Does that sound good?"

I glared at Granddad. Twelve was plenty old enough to be a godmother,r thank you very much, even if no one but me realized it.