Hermione Weasley stood in their spot in the cove where her husband had proposed to her two years ago. A lot had happened in the past two years. Her and Fred had had a wonderful two months hopping across the globe after their night under the shooting stars. They'd walked the Inca Trail, swam in the Great Barrier Reef, and visited many museums during their loved-up vacation.

Upon returning to the United Kingdom Mrs Weasley had thrown them a celebratory party with all their friends and family present. They'd gotten married six months later in a small ceremony in this very cove and their lives had only gotten better since.

The Remus Lupin Lycanthrope Support Centre had been opened up, providing vital services to the werewolf population, as a result attacks had gone down by ninety seven percent in the year it had been running. Hermione had been surprised to be promoted to the Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and had many plans in place to help other populations in need, her next task was to help the House Elves, Dobby's Law would be coming into effect soon, to protect all House Elves rights. Fred had also been busy over the past two years, Weasley's Wizard Wheezers had opened up five new stores, internationally, Hermione couldn't be prouder of her husband.

"Hermione," the bemused voice of her husband sounded behind her, she grinned spinning towards him, a small box clutched in her hands.

"Hello Freddie," she greeted him.

"This is familiar love," he said as he approached her.

"Enjoy your prank filled quest," she questioned.

"Loved it," he nodded.

"Good, I have a gift for you," she said holding the box out to him, Fred took it.

"Not another prank is it," he asked.

"Nope, this one is real," she said, watching in anticipation as he lifted the lid and reached inside, pulling the small photo from within.

"Is this a, are you," he asked, his hazel eyes wide.

"You're going to be a daddy Freddie," she told him happily, watching as her husband took in the moving image of their baby that he held in his hand.

"I am," he asked.

"You are," she confirmed, Fred whooped, pulling her into his arms, he spun her around once before settling her back onto her feet so he could kiss her.

"This is the best gift you could ever give me," he said, resting his hand on her still flat stomach.

"Happy anniversary, my love," she told him, reaching up to kiss him sweetly, she couldn't wait to welcome the life growing within her and expand their family, Fred was going to be a wonderful father and she hoped she'd be a good mother to their little nugget and any other children they had in the future.