Fred Muses
Fred Weasley watched his oldest niece, Alyson, play broom tag. She was always the only one not to be IT more than once. Perhaps that was because she was a Seeker in Quidditch, just as both of her parents had been. Sometimes he'd watch her, and remember what had happened for Harry and Malfoy to have to put her up for adoption.
He could still recall everyone's reactions to the news that not only was Harry in love with Lucius Malfoy's son, but they were expecting a child. Hermione had sat very still, looked like she was going to pass out, regained her composure and said in that prim and polite way of hers, "That's wonderful. Can I be its godmother?"
Ron had looked horrified, then nauseous, and probably would have walked out of the room then and there had it not been for Mione. He hadn't said anything except, "Wonderful! And how are you going to explain to your child that it doesn't have a mother?" Mione had looked like she was going to put a body-binding spell on him then and there. She probably would have too, but Ginny had restrained her wand hand.
Harry had looked dismayed that Ron was acting like that, but in some ways, Fred hadn't blamed him at all. He'd looked at Harry long and hard, trying to figure out whether or not it was a joke. George had come to the same conclusion at exactly the same time, and told Harry and Draco that the whole family was behind them if they wanted to get married. They had too, just two weeks later. Snape had been there and had even been polite to Ron.
Ron and Hermione had gotten married just four days after the Potter-Malfoy ceremony. For a time everything had been relatively calm, even if Harry's friendship with Mione and Ron had been slightly strained. But about a month later, tragedy had struck. It didn't come in the form of Voldemort or magic gone bad. Instead, it came in the form of Ginny going into labor five weeks early. Madam Pomfrey had delivered the tiny Michael, who even at just a couple of hours old had showed magical talent. But even though she'd saved many students from the brink of death in the past, there'd been absolutely nothing she could for Ginny, who breathed her last just five hours after Michael's first cries had echoed through the Burrow.
It had shaken the entire family to the core, and more tragedy had struck fewer than six weeks later. Draco had delivered the kids the same way they'd been conceived: by magic. There had, to everyone's surprise, been three perfect children. The first little boy had been christened Sirius Harry Malfoy-Potter. The second little one, who was identical to his brother, was named Remus Draco Malfoy-Potter. And Alyson, they'd been overjoyed over her. She'd been so tiny and fragile-looking, but even then Lily Alyson Malfoy-Potter, as she had originally been named, had shown the same fighting spirit her brothers and her fathers were blessed with.
All of that should have caused a happy time, but an old ally of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had sworn to destroy the Malfoy line by preying on the first-born girl. Harry and Draco had decided that the only way Lily would be safe was for her to be adopted by another wizarding family. She had been, right around the same time Mione and Ron had stopped speaking to the Malfoy-Potters. Because of that, they didn't know who their only daughter had been adopted by. But now that that old ally had been caught and put in Azkaban, Fred figured that they'd try to find their daughter. What he didn't expect was for Ally to find out she was adopted right around the same time…