Mrs. Weasley's feelings before Bill's wedding.
She ran her thumb over the picture for what felt like the millionth time, her first baby ever born, now all grown up. The infant in the snapshot was only a month old, already his bright red hair was standing on end, clutched tightly in his father's arms. If she had known then what she knew now, would she change it? All of her baby's fighting in this terrible war. Her eldest, marrying at far too young an age, to a woman he barely knew but claimed to love. Yet was she one to say anything? When Arthur in this very picture was hardly a years different than Bill now? Would they be happy, or would it all end in disaster? Could her entire family really make it out of this alive? She hadn't realized she was crying until the moving people in the photo began edging away from the water droplets, and she quickly brushed the tears away and tucked the photo into her pocket, making her way forward to greet all of their guests.