Full Summary: After spending a year in the U.S, Natasha Butler visits home with her fiancé Aaron and their unborn daughter in tow. She reconnects with her old flame Oliver Wood at a get together to celebrate the first anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. Her world turns upside down when tragedy strikes and her fiancé turns out not to be the perfect man she thought. She moves back to the UK after the fallout and a few months later she reconnects with Oliver.

Natasha resembles Maggie Grace

Milo resembles Robert Holbrook

Aaron resembles Ryan Phillippe

Silas resembles Dylan McDermott

MaryAnne resembles Suzanne Somers

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Natasha 'Ash' Butler was getting ready to leave for the first anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. She was quite nervous she hadn't seen her family or friends since a few days after the Battle of Hogwarts when she picked up and moved to the States, more specifically New York. She worked at the famous newspaper 'The New York Ghost' which was the sister paper of 'The Daily Prophet'.

A lot has changed the past year she was happily engaged to Aaron Hollis and she was expecting his child. Though he didn't know about the latter nobody did.

"Ash?"

She turned to see Aaron smiling at her. "Yes?"

"I'm really nervous about meeting your family and your friends," he said running his hands through his bushy blonde hair.

She reassured her fiancé. "I'm quite nervous too. I haven't seen them for a year. Although I write my older brother Milo."

"You had an older sister too didn't you?"

"Yeah, her name was Briar, she died after her seventh year."

Aaron nodded.

"You almost ready?"

Natasha nodded. They took an international portkey to travel to her house in Birmingham. She knocked on the door.

"Hey sweetie," Silas Butler greeted his youngest opening the door.

Silas Butler was in his early fifties with black hair and blue-grey eyes. He had the pureblood looks since his father was a pureblood. He was around 5'10. He was a retired unspeakable.

"Hey daddy," she smiled greeting him with a hug.

Her mum walked MaryAnne in. "Hello B- I mean Natasha."

MaryAnne Butler neé Jackson was also in her early fifties. She had hazel eyes and light blonde hair. She was shorter than all her family members being 5'1. She was a muggle-born witch and stay at home mum.

"Hi, mum."

MaryAnne turned to greet her daughter than turned to the man at her daughter's side.

"Who's this young man?"

"This is my fiancé Aaron Hollis."

"Fiancé, you can't be serious!" her mum scolded.

She half expected her dad to react this way, not her mum.

"How long have you two been dating before he proposed?" Silas asked.

Although he was a little upset that he didn't ask for his blessing.

"Eight months."

Her mum exclaimed. "I expected better from you Briar!"

"Mum, I'm not Briar. I'm Natasha."

"So, when's the wedding?"

"We haven't planned that yet," Aaron replied quickly before Natasha could say anything.

That satisfied her dad but her mum was still angry.

After a few minutes, Aaron and Natasha left to the get together at the Hogs Head.

"Do you want me to order you something?" Aaron asked.

"Hey mate, you trying to get my little sister drunk?" a voice laughed.

Instead of answering her fiance, Natasha looked over to see her older brother Milo. Milo had inherited their mum's blonde hair and inherited their paternal grandfather's dark blue eyes. He was almost a foot taller than her at 6'3.

She had missed him so much so she ran at him and hugged him.

"I missed you too, Ash," he smiled.

The two siblings broke out of the hug as Aaron walked over.

So, this is the famous Aaron," Milo said turning to the man at his sister's side.

"Yes, this is Aaron, my fiancé."

"Fiancé?" he asked concerned.

"Yes, we've been engaged for three months," she asked picking up on his concern.

Milo nodded. "Ash, can I talk to you alone for a moment?"

"Sure, Mi," she replied.

Milo led his little sister away to a quiet corner.

"So, how long had you two been dating when he proposed?"

"Eight months," she told him.

"That's a bit fast."

"I know, it was unexpected but it felt right at the time."

"How about now?"

"I'm not sure. It should feel right, shouldn't it?"

"It should. Would you be this hesitant if it was a certain brunette former Gryffindor Quidditch captain and keeper also known as one of my best friends?"

Natasha blushed. She knew exactly who Milo was talking about Oliver Wood.

"I never understood why you never told him how you felt about him."

Natasha stifled a laugh. She certainly did tell the Quidditch obsessed brunette how she felt about him but she never told Milo.

"And by the way, when were you going to mention that I'm going to be an uncle?" he smiled.

"How can you tell? I put a very good concealment charm on it."

"Did you forget who taught you that charm?" he smirked.

"You did if I remember correctly you used it to hide your hickeys from your girl/boy of the week," she smirked at her big brother.

In all honesty, she only used it when she had dated Oliver all of her seventh year.

They walked back to where everyone was. She saw her fiancé talking to said Quidditch obsessed brunette.

"Hey mate," Milo greeted one of his best friends.

"Hey, Milo."

"You remember my little sister, Natasha," he said.

Oliver's eyes wandered towards her and widened in slight surprise. "It's nice to see you, Natasha."

"It's Butler, Wood. Actually, more precisely, future Mrs. Hollis," she corrected him.

"Who's the lucky guy?"

"I am," Aaron replies wrapping his arm around Natasha's waist and pulling her towards him.

"And the father of my child," she smiled up at him. He was a couple of inches taller than her.

"You're pregnant?"

"Eight weeks."

Aaron smiled and pulled her into a kiss much to Milo and Oliver's discomfort.

"Well, now I know how you conceived my niece or nephew," Milo laughed.

The couple pulled apart not even ashamed.

"Well, I'll see you three later," Oliver excused himself.

"Have you told mum and dad that they're going to be grandparents?"

"No, I haven't. I couldn't get a word out after mum scolded me for rushing into marriage."

Milo nodded.

"I'll tell them later, though."

"Alright, sis."

After the party, Natasha went home.

"So, you two sleeping in your old rooms?"

"Yes, my bed is big enough for the both of us especially if we snuggle," Ash smiled.

"You two are unmarried."

Milo said. "That's a double standard, mum. I've always been able to share a bed with my girlfriends."

Their dad laughed. "You'd think I'd be the one with a protective eye on my daughter. I trust her judgment."

"Thanks, daddy."

"Especially because you don't have to worry about anything, she's already knocked up," Milo laughed.

"You are, sweetie?"

"Yes, I'm eight weeks along. I found out yesterday."

"Are you the father, Aaron?" her mum asked.

"I am," he smiled resting her hand on her barely there baby bump.

It was later that night, Aaron watched as his fiancée got changed and slide into bed next to him.

"You happy about our new addition in about seven months?" she smiled up at him.

"I am, future Mrs. Hollis," he smiled kissing her cheek.

The couple fell asleep.

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The next morning, Natasha got up and walked down the stairs to see her mum.

"Morning mum."

"Morning."

"I know you're not thrilled about being a grandma and me being engaged."

"I'm not. You should've used protection!"

"We did but it didn't work."

Her mum said. "I don't really believe you."

"We did!"

Before the argument could continue Aaron walked down the stairs and greeted Natasha with a kiss on the cheek.

"Morning," she smiled at him.

"Morning love."

She giggled. "When did you get all British?"

"I bet you think it's sexy," he smirked resisting the urge to swat her bum.

"That's for sure."

He laughed and gave her a kiss just to annoy her mother. The couple ate breakfast with Natasha's family before saying goodbye to them.