A/N- Since a few of you asked for more on this, I thought I'd add another chapter or two. I think I might do one more with the actual family reunion if there's any interest. Let me know in the reviews if you're interested!

"So, what now?" Ginny leaned against the doorway of Harry's room at Grimmauld Place and took the oversized tee shirt that he offered her from the dresser.

"What do you mean?" Harry sat on the bed, and watched as Ginny pulled on his shirt to sleep in.

"Well, in case you missed it, we did just have a blow up fight with my parents over our plans to get married. And they did threaten to disown both of us if we went ahead with it. So, I say again. What now?" She crawled under the covers, curling into the fetal position, facing Harry.

"Ah yes, I was doing such a good job forgetting it until you mentioned it. But, given that they're your parents, I'd argue that whatever it is that you want has a bit higher weight than my own opinion." He laid down next to her and wrapped his arm around her while stroking her hair back behind her ear.

"And I'd argue that considering you have no family of your own, losing your surrogate family would be just as significant as me losing my family."

"Well, I'm tired of arguing with anyone, and I'm not willing to add you to that list. I mean, the reason we decided to get married so soon was so we could live together. I guess our options are basically doing long distance again for what- A year? While we're both working. And if that's what you want- We'll do it. But it was never my first pick, and it's still not, even knowing how your parents reacted tonight."

"It's not my first pick, either."

"Okay. I'm sorry that this is how it went with your family, Gin. But I love you." He leaned in closer to her to whisper: "And I can't wait to be married to you."

"I love you too, Harry." Ginny straightened herself out, inching closer and pressed her face into Harry's chest while she waited for sleep.

"Talk about what, Arthur? And what is this?" Molly held up the orange manila envelope as though to give it back to her husband.

"Ginny was hurt today in a match. She's fine, I checked on her. And I went to the flat where they're living. They did get married, and they split their time between London and Holyhead. And that is one of the pictures from the wedding, I thought you might like to see it."

Her reaction was immediate. As though finding out the envelope was poisoned, Molly threw the envelope down on the table in front of her.

"Well, I'm glad to hear she's okay. But you know how I feel about this. She left us, she left us to live with her boyfriend. She made her choices, she knows how we felt about her getting married so young, and she made that decision."

"Molly, what will it take for you to see this stance you've taken is the wrong stance?" Arthur grabbed the tops of his wife's arms as though to literally shake sense into her. "Ginny didn't leave us- She went on to live her own life and genuinely, what more could we possibly want for her? She has a career she loves and a fulfilling life, a husband who adores her. You keep saying she knows our stance on her getting married, but she doesn't know our stance. She knows yours, and I can't be on your side for this anymore."

Molly stepped back as the words slapped her.

"And what exactly does that mean?"

"It means that I know you're struggling, and I know that you miss Fred. I do too. But we're missing out on the lives of the children we still have, and alienating Ginny is making that worse. I love you, Molly. I know you want what's best for all the kids. Can't we just trust that in this case Ginny knew what was best for herself even when we didn't?"

He waited a moment while his words attempted to make some kind of impact on his wife. Molly's expression softened while she considered the potential truth of his statements. Desperately, Arthur opened the envelope Harry had given him only an hour ago, showing Molly the image that had proved to him the validity of his youngest child's marriage.

"Look! Look at this picture. It's hanging in the living room of their flat. Please. Please just look at it, do you see how happy they are? We can't keep missing out on their lives. Even if you're upset with them, even if you don't like it, I know you love them both. Can't you see how much better it is to have them be happy together?"