"If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales" - Albert Einstein


Leaves rustled in the nearby trees as they set down their picnic blanket beside a small brook; twittering birds sounded from high above while small fairies cooed in delight as they took in the youngster, they'd brought with them that afternoon.

"Think one of them will be her fairy godmother," Hermione asked with a giggle as she observed the fairies gathered near her younger sister.

"Possibly, but you know I never believed in them," Fred told her quietly as he began unpacking the food, they'd brought with them.

"I like to think they could be, after all everything has turned out well for us, almost like we've had our own fairy godmothers watching over us," she replied.

"I suppose so, though I think the fates and gods have been on our side," Fred told her.

"That they have, I don't know what I'd have done if they'd not granted my wish for you to be returned to me," she whispered as she approached the pram her sister was in, Matilda Granger, gurgled happily as her face came into view holding out pudgy arms towards her.

"You'd have found a happily ever after without me," he reassured.

"Well now I don't have too, your stuck with me Mr Weasley," she told him as she carefully lifted the nine-month-old baby into her arms and settled herself down onto the picnic blanket beside her husband.

"I'm more than happy to be stuck with you Mrs Weasley," he told her seriously as he reached out and tickled the stomach of the baby in her arms, Matilda giggled happily, her large brown eyes fixed on the redheaded man.

"What a lovely family," a voice spoke, Hermione smiled at the older woman who was walking by them, clutching the arm of her husband tightly, each of them leaning heavily on supportive canes as they walked through the park, they were in.

"Thank you," Fred replied, nodding at the pair as they moved past them. This wasn't the first time a stranger had mistaken Matilda to be their child. Since her parents had returned to England with their youngest child, Fred and she had taken the baby out a number of times in both the magical world and muggle world, and the young girl who looked like a carbon copy of her older sister had often been mistaken as being their child.

"How many children do you want," she asked him quietly as she began loading her plate with food.

"Not as many as my mum and dad, but I don't want them to be lonely either, growing up with so many siblings, I always had someone to go too, I don't just want one, I want our future children to have people to rely on, who'll be there for them no matter what. I think ideally, I'd like three or four children," he answered honestly.

"I'd like that, I always wished I'd had lots of siblings as a child. Matilda is a blessing, but we aren't growing up together, if anything she'll see me as an extra parent," she told him quietly, moving the bowl of strawberries out of the reach of her sister who was trying to grab one of the ruby fruits.

"When do you want children," he asked her quietly, between bites of his cheese and onion quiche.

"Not yet, I'll graduate from Hogwarts in July, then I want to establish my career for a few years, before starting a family," she told him.

"I get that and until then we can practice with Matilda and other baby Weasley's," Fred told her softly.

"Fleur's ready to pop, only a matter of time until you're an uncle," She laughed.

"Yeah, and you'll be an auntie," he told her quietly.

"Auntie Mione and Uncle Freddie, we can babysit for them," she told him, before gasping excitedly, her eyes fixed on a floating strawberry that was making its way to her sisters outstretched hand, Matilda's brown orbs were focused on the juicy fruit as she brought it to herself.

"She's a witch," Fred breathed, his eyes fixed on the baby, a vibrant smile on his face.

"Oh, Matilda, you wonderful smart girl," Hermione breathed, peppering the infants face with kisses as she bounced her on her knee, Matilda giggled bringing the fruit to her mouth, nibbling on it with her gums. The fairies that floated about above them laughed and clapped at the display of childhood magic, Hermione couldn't help but grin.

"She's just like you," Fred commented happily.

"Hopefully her time at Hogwarts won't be so turbulent, her generation should only worry about homework and childhood crushes, not have to fight in a war," Hermione commented.

"We fought so her and other children wouldn't have to experience the horrors that we did, they won't ever experience them Mi, we'll make sure they won't, Fred replied.

"I can't believe it all ended a year ago, that tomorrow we'll have been married for a year," she commented.

"Time does fly when you are happy and having fun," he smiled.

"It really does," she laughed.

"I'm a bit nervous about tomorrow," Fred breathed worriedly.

"Why, we're already married," she chuckled.

"Yeah, but what if I mess up the ceremony your mum's planned or if your extended family don't like me," Fred asked nervously.

"They'll love you, nothing you do tomorrow will ruin it, just stand at the end of the aisle and I'll be the one in white walking towards you," she told him, leaning forward to kiss him sweetly.

"You're not going to run away are you, decide you don't want to be married to me in the muggle world," he asked.

"Never, Harry offered to whisk me away before our magical ceremony, a year ago I told him I'd never been surer of anything in my life, and I stand by those words. I love you Fredrick Gideon Weasley and want to spend eternity with you by my side," she reassured.

"Good because I want to spend eternity with you too, I love you more each and every day which seems impossible because my entire being is full of love for you, Mrs Weasley," he breathed.

"Ever the romantic," she smiled, claiming his lips with a short kiss, Matilda giggled, and Hermione pulled away from her husband, casting her eyes to her infant sister. Leaning forward she kissed the curls atop of her sister's head sweetly, smiling down at the gurgling baby who was still gumming at her stolen strawberry.

"One day we'll have children of our own," She promised her husband.

"One day," he agreed, as he pulled a small book out of their basket and began to read aloud about a princess locked in a tower protected by a fire breathing dragon and a chivalrous knight who rescued her. One day she was sure he'd read the same book of fairy tales to their own children and perhaps share their love story with them as well.