It was now early June, the two of them were going over the Weasley's but before they did Natasha decided to tell Oliver about her sister.

"Hey Natasha," he greeted opening his door.

"Hey Oliver," she smiled.

"You look nice," he said his brown eyes checking her out.

She giggled noticing the look in his eyes. "You obviously want to say more."

"What's up?"

"Do you have a minute to chat before we go?"

"I have all the time in the world for you, Natty," he said slipping into old habits again.

She smiled at the nickname and walked in. "It looks the same from the last time I was here."

Oliver took her hand and led her to the couch. They sat down as Natasha took out a photo.

"I mentioned that I had an older sister when we dated during my seventh year but I never told you what happened to her."

Oliver nodded. "Is that her on the left?"

"Yes, that's Briar."

"You look a lot like her minus the eyes. She has dark brown and you have hazel," Oliver smiled looking in Natasha's eyes lovingly.

"I know we look a lot a like. My mum sometimes calls me by her name."

Oliver nodded. "What happened to her? She looks so young."

She sighed and leaned against Oliver. "She was barely out of Hogwarts when she was poisoned by a snake."

"I always knew snakes were evil," he said wrapping his arms around her.

She glared at him. "I know you mean Slytherins not actual snakes, Oliver."

"Am I not correct?"

"I know Briar was nearly sorted into Slytherin but the hat decided on Hufflepuff," Natasha explained leaning her head on Oliver's chest.

"She was?"

"Yes, she was extremely protective of her family and ambitious. But she was also very kind and accepting."

"How old were you when she died?"

"I was less than a month from turning eleven. I mean I had Milo at Hogwarts but it's different than having an older sister to talk to. I was a bit lonely in Hufflepuff until I met Mandy about a month when Snape paired us together in Potions."

"Hufflepuffs are known to be best friends with Slytherins."

She raised an eyebrow. "Unlike Gryffindors."

"I suppose. What was she like?"

"She was rather active and enthusiastic. She could talk to anyone. She was being groomed to take over the tree farm."

"You don't live on a tree farm."

"My dad sold the farm after she died and we moved to the house we live in now."

Oliver nodded.

She relaxed. "It felt nice to get that off my chest. I visited her grave right after we started dating the first time."

"Do you think she would've approved of us dating?"

"I think so but you don't need the approval of either one of my siblings. I chose you and that's all that should matter."

Oliver sighed. "I know that now, Natty. I was an immature idiot. Will you ever forgive me?"

"You're my idiot, Oliver. I don't want us to ever be apart again," she smiled at him.

"It won't happen again, Natty," he assured her before continuing. "I want you to know, I'm not just in it for the incredible sex that's just a plus, my romantic feelings for you never faded. If you had been single when we reconnected a year ago, I would've snogged the bloody daylights out of you not even caring about what Milo would think," he said falling into his old habit of passionate speeches.

"You know I've always loved your passion," she smiled looking at him adoringly before continuing. "I notice you're already calling me by the nickname that you used to call me when we were together."

"Can I continue calling you that?"

"Sure, Oliver. As long as I can call you Ollie again."

Oliver smiled and said. "We should get going to the Weasleys."

"Okay."

Oliver sensed that she was anxious about the meeting. "I'm sure they will love you."

"Shouldn't I meet your biological family first? I mean we haven't officially got back together but I know I want to."

"That's true."

"I'm not saying 'no' to the meeting the Weasleys though. Since I went to school with most of them it's more of a reintroduction."

Oliver nodded. They apparated to the Burrow and stood outside the Burrow's door waiting for someone to answer the door.

She was about to relax but someone pulled open the door.

"Hello Oliver," a bespectacled redhead greeted.

"Hey Percy, this is Natasha," Oliver introduced with a smile.

"It's nice to see you."

She smiled nervously at him.

"Natasha's a little anxious," Oliver explained.

Before Percy could respond a stout redheaded woman walked in.

"Hello Mrs. Weasley," Oliver greeted warmly.

"Oliver, it's nice to see you again," she smiled walking over to Oliver and pulling him into a hug.

"You too, Mrs. Weasley."

"Who is this lovely girl?"

Oliver's smile widened. "This is Natasha Butler."

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Weasley," Natasha said shyly.

"You too, dear. How long have you two been seeing each other?"

"We're not seeing each other quite yet," Oliver blushed.

Mrs. Weasley nodded as Oliver led Natasha to the sitting room.

"It's nice to see you, Oliver," a stocky redhead greeted.

"Hey George," Oliver greeted.

"Who is this?"

"This is Natasha, she was in your year at Hogwarts."

"I was."

George nodded. "I think I vaguely remember you."

"It's nice to see you."

"You too, I suppose."

Oliver introduced her to the rest of the Weasleys that were present and Harry Potter and a bushy haired brunette. She saw Angelina and Lee. Oliver led her to the couch and they sat down hand in hand.

"So, Natasha. You work in the Sports section at the Prophet?" Molly asked.

"I do. I started off unfortunately interning for Rita Skeeter, she was horrible," she shuddered.

"She is definitely horrible, she spreads so many rumors," Harry said.

"You know I kept her in a jar for about a week," Hermione said.

"How did she fit in a jar?"

"She's a beetle animagus," Hermione explained.

"Is that how you met Oliver?" George asked.

Natasha smiled. "No, I met him at Hogwarts through my older brother Milo. He was the third person in Percy and Oliver's dorm."

"What house were you in?"

"I was a Hufflepuff, although I was nearly sorted into Ravenclaw like my mum."

"Who are your parents?" Arthur asked.

"Silas Butler and MaryAnne Butler née Jackson. My dad was a Hufflepuff while my mum was a Ravenclaw."

"I don't recall going to school with anyone with the name Butler or Jackson," Arthur said.

"My parents started in 1958 and 1959 respectively," Natasha explained.

Arthur nodded.

"It's nice to see you again, Natasha," Angelina said.

"You too."

"I've been thinking maybe you'd like to have a sleepover soon. So, we can get to know you better."

The conversation soon turned to a passionate discussion about Quidditch. She loves Quidditch but she gets enough of that chatter at work.

She reluctantly let go of Oliver's hand, excused herself and walked outside. She found Percy out by the pond. She sat down next to him.

"Hey Natasha," he greeted.

"Hey Percy."

"So, you enjoying my family?"

She said. "They're great but rather exhausting."

"Yeah, I can understand how they would be."

"I'm not used to that many people. It's just me, my brother and our parents at home," she explained.

Percy nodded.

"I wondered where you went Natty," Oliver said walking towards them about twenty minutes later.

"Oh, sorry, Ollie. I was just getting exhausted and a little anxious from all the chatter," she explained.

The brunette nodded. "No worries. We can leave if you want."

"Maybe in a bit."

Oliver nodded. "Do you want to come back inside or no?"

Natasha stood up, Oliver took her hand and they walked back inside. She noticed an extra redhead that wasn't there before.

"Oh, Natty. This is Charlie. He was the captain of the Gryffindor team when I started playing."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Natasha Butler."

"You too. Didn't you have a sister in Bill's year?"

Natasha smiled. "Yeah, I did. Her name was Briar."

"Whatever happened to her?"

She froze. What does she tell him? The only people who knew that Briar died were the family, their friends and now Oliver. The Weasleys weren't included in that circle.

"You're making Natasha uncomfortable with all the personal questions, Weasley," Oliver said protectively glaring slightly at the older redhead as Natasha tightened her grip on his hand.

The oldest Weasley brother who was holding his month old daughter noticing the look on the younger girl's face. "Just drop it, Char."

"I think we should get going, it was nice visiting," Oliver said desperately wanting to get Natasha out of here.

"You're welcome back anytime."

Oliver nodded. The duo left and went back to Natasha's house.

"What happened?" Silas asked his distraught daughter as they walked in the door with a slight protective glare at Oliver.

"Ollie didn't do anything, dad," she told him noticing the glare at Oliver.

"Then why are you so upset?" he asked relaxing.

"One of the Weasleys asked about your older daughter."

Silas nodded. "It's always been a touchy subject for Milo and Natasha."

"I can come back when you feel better, Natty," Oliver offered.

She looked up at him his brown eyes filled with concern. "I'll contact you later, Ollie."

He nodded, kissed her cheek and left.

"So, other than that one incident how did it go?"

Natasha said. "They were very welcoming and nice."

"That's good."

"They were rather exhausting though, being five very energetic men and an equally as boisterous girl."

"I can imagine."

Natasha said. "I had to get away for a bit. I sat outside for a while with Percy."

Silas nodded.