Disclaimer- I forgot one of these in the last chappie so here goes. I don't own any of the characters you recognize. I do own Nemo, Mercy, and a whole lot of other ones though. I do own the plot and Gwydion Chocolate. I don't own Castle Dromor, it's a folk song so it belongs to no one.

"So Ginny, how are they?" Mr. Weasley asked once the two of them were alone.

"How are who?" Ginny asked, looking down at her hands. Somehow everything seemed to be spinning out of control.

"Ginny, you know who I'm talking about..your children Ginny. How are they?"

"They're fine, they're fine," Ginny answered in a small voice.

"So they're what, 5, 6?"

"They'll be 6 on April 18th," she answered slowly.

"Have you any pictures?"

"Yes," she said as she pulled a long line of photos from her wallet. A young girl with long, brown hair and bright blue eyes sitting next to a red haired, brown eyed boy were sitting on a bench in the park grinning at the camera.

"They're beautiful," Mr. Weasley breathed.

"Yeah they are."

"What are they're names?"

"Nemo and Mercy Weasley," a tear slid down her face. This was harder then she had thought. He didn't know. The only thing she ever told him, the only thing he had let her tell him was that she was pregnant with twins. After that little conversation as well as another even smaller shouting match with Percy she had gone.

"Weasley? I would have thought you'd have married, him," he gulped.

"No, it's not like that Dad, never mind, you wouldn't understand," she trailed off as she stood up and walked to the window. She ran her hands threw her hair. "There's just no way you would understand." her voice, already in a very low whisper, trailed off again. Mr. Weasley walked up behind her.

"What makes you think I wouldn't understand honey?"

"Dad, just believe me."

"I know that at your age, or at 17, your hormones just kind of takes over, I can understand that."

"Dad, it wasn't hormones. I'm not saying it wasn't all my fault but I'm telling you it wasn't hormones."

"Ginny, just tell me what happened, it's the only way that we'll be able to reconcile."

"So what do you think we'll gain from reconciliation? I'm not going to move in here."

"Why Ginny, your kids deserve a family."

"I'm they're family and I can't move here. There's no way I can move here."

"Why?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"If you never give me a chance what make you think I won't? Just give me a change Virginia." She was a bit taken aback by the use of her real, full name.

"Fine dad, but you won't understand. Okay, he said that if I didn't you know, "do what he said" then he'd make the lives of all my family and me a living hell. He'd take all the ministry jobs in the family away; he'd take away the Burrow, and rob the Gringotts Vault. He said that all I had to do to save my family was to "do what he said". Do you see why I left?" her eyes seemed almost pleading.

"Who Ginny, who did this to you? I swear I'll rip them limb from limb then I'll burn they're remains in an eternal pit of hell fire. How dare they? And why didn't you tell us? We could have protected you!"

"You can't protect yourself from the government," she said in an almost sinister tone, her eyes were now cast down to the ground.

"Who Ginny?" She paused as if unsure if she should say.

"Cornelius Fudge," she let the words drip out of her mouth like they were poison that had been lingering on her lips forever. Mr. Weasley slammed his fist on the table.

"No one does that to my baby! That bastard," the usually soft, sweet face of the elderly man was contorted in rage. His blood vessels were bulging and his eyes were flashing. "He won't get away with this." Ginny rested her hand on his shoulder.

"Dad, just let the sleeping dog lye. My life really isn't that bad. Mercy and Nemo are the sweetest kids in the world."

"So you can't move here because of him?" Mr. Weasley cut in.

"I don't want him to know they exist."

"So you can never live near us?"

"No, but you can come visit us in Mississippi." Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Hey, it's Hermione. I need to see Ginny."

"I'm coming Hermione," Ginny answered. She got up and before she opened the door she mouthed to her father "Just let it alone." She opened the door to a bright eyed, brunette. Hermione thrust her arms around her.

"I'm so glad to see you again! It's been so long. Now I have to talk to you about something," Hermione was already leading her to the couch. "Now I know this is going to be sudden and that you just go here but here goes. You see, I wasn't going to have a maid or matron of honor just because I don't have any other close girlfriends but now that you're here I was wondering if you'd be my made of honor?" Ginny looked flabbergasted.

"But what about the dress? Can we get the dress in time for the wedding?" Ginny was surprised by how reasonable she sounded at that moment.

"Of course, in fact, I already found a dress that would look great on you. All we have to do is go to the dress shop right now and meet with the seamstress." Hermione didn't really wait for an answer or anything but simply pulled Ginny over to the grate. She pulled some floo powder from the pot and they were off.

Once they were seated in the waiting room Hermione turned to Ginny. "So, why'd you leave, I really must know."? Ginny contemplated the best way to tell her future sister-in-law. She leaned down and pulled a picture from her bag and showed it to Hermione.

"That's Nemo, and the other one is Mercy. They're the reasons I left."

"Who's their father."?

"It's kind of complicated you see."

15 minutes later everything was explained and to Ginny's great relief, the seamstress came in. "We're ready for you Ms. Weasley, Ms. Granger. I'm just guessing that this is the woman that will be wearing the lavender dress?" Hermione nodded and the two women followed the seamstress (Maggie Fallen) into the back room. "Now this dress will most likely have to be modified to fit you Ms. Weasley but it's a start. Maggie went to the back and brought out the softest, most beautiful dress Ginny had ever seen.

Ginny pulled the dress on. It was light as a feather and flowed along her skin so smoothly she could scarcely believe it was real. "It's one of a kind," Maggie started. "It was made by wood nymphs." It fell too her feet. It had a V-neck that stopped just above slutty and the sleeves were between tank and cap.

"It's beautiful Ginny, seriously. I didn't think it would turn out to look so good on you but it does. It really doesn't seem to need any modifications Maggie. If you could just wrap it up and we'll be going back to the Burrow."

They arrived home at noon, just in time for lunch. They settled down at the table. Ginny was sitting in between Ron and Harry. It would have been a very enjoyable lunch except for the furtive glances from Mr. Weasley that were constantly being directed toward her. Finally she stood up. "I have to go call home," she mumbled and ran off to the phone. She quickly ran her fingers over the keypad till she heard the ring. Donny answered.

"Hello, Donny McCullah here."

"Hi Donny, it's Ginny."

"Did it go well darlin'?"

"Yeah, it went fine. I'm Hermione's maid of honor and dad knows about Mr. Fudge but other then that it's been fine."

"Hey, you want to speak to Nemo and Mercy?"

"Of course, I'd love to," she heard him call and the padding of their feet toward the phone. Mercy picked up first.

"Mamma! I'm so glad to hear you! We miss you a lot. Are you having fun with the scone heads?" Ginny had to laugh at that.

"Now where did you hear that term Mercy Arwen Weasley?" she said in a mock anger and shock. Little did she know that Percy was listening in on her conversation.

"That's what Uncle Donny calls them," Mercy replied mater-o-factly.

"Oh really, well I'll have to ask him about that. I don't have much time honey so can you put Nemo on the phone?" Percy watched as Ginny paused. "Hello darling," she said.

"Hello mamma. Uncle Donny let us go into the shop yesterday! We got to try out the new chocolate. My complements to the chef."

"Good, I'm glad to have your approval."

"Yeah well, mamma, we're leaving in a minute so do you want to say goodbye to us together?"

"Yeah I do, get Mercy." She smiled as she heard the two struggling for ear space. "Goodbye my darlings. I'll talk to you both more tonight. I miss you both so much, you couldn't possibly imagine."

"By Mommy, have fun with the scone heads!" Mercy said.

"Yeah mamma, have fun and come home soon." She hung up the phone and leaned against the wall. She wanted them to be able to meet the family but she couldn't risk him seeing them. Up until then he had had no contact with them whatsoever and now she was faced with having to see him again.

That night they were all sitting around the fire. It was actually quite comfortable, that is before Percy dropped the bomb. "I hope you don't mind, Hermione, Ron, but I've invited Cornelius Fudge to the wedding." Ginny's, Hermione's, and Mr. Weasley's mouths fell open.

"But why?" Hermione spit out.

"Because Hermione, this will help everybody's careers. How would it look if the Minister of Magic was invited to the wedding of two of the most well known, and respected aurors? That would really hurt everybody's chances of rising up. Just think about this rationally Hermione-" but Hermione cut him off.

"I don't want some stuffed up Ministry guy at my wedding! Not to mention he's going to bring his damned bodyguards as well. I don't want him at my wedding Percy!"

"Need I remind you that you are in the presence of 5 "stuffed up Ministry guys"? Anyway, you can't very well just forget about the invitation. It's already been sent out." Hermione was obviously burning up at that moment.

"Percy, you had no right to invite someone to our wedding. You should have at least passed it by us before hand!" Ron said getting a bit peeved.

"Well I couldn't very well do that because I thought he was already invited! He came up to me and I was talking about the wedding and he said that he hadn't been invited. Well, obviously, I thought it had been a mistake so I told him he could come. Now you expect me to undermine my political status by un-inviting him?"

"Yes, that's exactly what we're asking you to do," Ron answered sharply.

"Well that's impossible. If you don't want him there you can un- invite him yourself!"

"You created this mess, the least you could do is clean it up!" Ron shot back. Mrs. Weasley cut in.

"What's done is done. Now I am surprised at you Percy for doing this, heaven knows it wasn't your wedding to invite people to but I don't know what all the fuss is about. Frankly I'm honored that the Minister is even considering it."

"Mum, do you remember what happened during the 2nd rise? I would have thought that you'd be slower to forget," Charlie said.

"That's behind us now," she answered simply. Then she turned to Ginny who was getting paler by the second. "Ginny dear, you look tired. You should go to bed." All Ginny could get herself to do was obey so she did. She got up and stumbled to her room. She was surprised to find it just the way she left it. It was the same sunshine yellow color with the big bed right in the middle. Her artwork still hung crooked on the wall and even her big goose-feather comforter still lay on her bed decorated with thousands of pillows. She found that Harry had sent for her bags as well and she was very grateful. She opened her suitcase and took out her pajamas and slippers. She went down the hall to wash up and came back to find Hermione in her room.

"Ginny, I'm so, so, so sorry. I can't believe that Percy would do something like that. Of course he didn't know, but I'm shocked just the same. Maybe you should tell Ron or someone so they can look out for you."

"I'll be fine. I don't want Ron to have to worry about me Hermione, it's his wedding day for God's sake!"

"Well, if he tries anything just find someone okay? It'll be fine, it will!" Hermione left the room that gave way for some major crying time. She snuggled under her covers and cried into her favorite pillow. She woke up surprisingly well rested. The smell of sausages wafted through the floorboards. She nearly forgot what she had been crying about but then it hit her. How was she going to explain her absence to him? She couldn't very well make a seen in the middle of Ron and Hermione's wedding. She'd just have to stick close to someone so he couldn't get her alone.

She pulled her hair up and pulled on a short kaki skirt and a ¾ length navy sweater.

She stumbled down the stairs and into the bustling kitchen. Everything was crazy. They had things to set up that day for the wedding rehearsal was the night after and everything had to be perfect. She sat down at the table and her mother immediately placed a plate of toast, eggs, and sausage in front of her. To her dismay Percy was sitting in front of her. She glanced up and caught his eye. "Good morning Ginny," he said, very business like.

"Is it?" she said icily.

"What are you mad at me about?" he asked, a bit taken aback.

"Nothing," she said in a low whisper.

"Is this about the invitation?"

"Which one?"

"Well both I guess. It was your fault that you didn't get invited to the wedding. I didn't want you to bring your damn kids and shame the whole family."

"Shut it Percy," she hissed.

"What, are you ashamed of your kids too?"

"No, Mercy and Nemo are nothing to be ashamed of. I didn't want to go to your stupid wedding anyway. I wouldn't have come."

"That's a nice way to look at it Virginia."

"Good, I guess I'll just tell your niece and nephew that you're ashamed of them."

"I'm not ashamed of them, I'm ashamed of you." They were jerked from their argument by Mrs. Weasley's cough.

"Ginny dear, about that. Why didn't you bring your kids?" Apparently Mr. Weasley had filled her in.

"When did you find out?"

"About a month after you left. I tried to get a hold of you but I couldn't."

"I didn't bring them because.well because I didn't want them to meet their father," she knew she'd have to answer truthfully.

"Who is their father?"

"I can't tell you and it doesn't matter."

"It does matter, a lot. Who is it?" Percy asked.

"No it doesn't and it's none of your business. By the way, who else in the family knows?"

"No one else. We thought it best for you to tell them in your own time."

"I told Hermione, she knows. Speaking of Hermione, I'm going to go find her and Ron," Ginny got up after sending a glare at Percy.

She crossed the lawn to where they were standing. She came up behind Ron and put her arms around his waist. He turned around with a grin on his face. "How's my itsy bitsy sissy?" he asked picking her up.

"I'm fine, where's the wedding going to be?"

"Fairy's Cave, it's where Ron proposed," Hermione put in excitedly. Fairy's Cave was in the middle of Weasley Wood. It was a small cave next to a big, enchanted lake, the Weasley swimming hole.

"That'll be lovely. Can I help with the set up?"

"'Course you can. We were just about to go help Fred and George with the chairs," Ron answered rubbing her hair. Harry soon joined the 3 of them.

"This is so exciting!" he said as they went into the forest. They found Fred, George, Fiona, Charlie and Bill setting up chairs and putting up lighting. They immediately started helping and found there was a lot more to be done then they had originally thought. I took the rest of the day to finish and by the time they came back dinner was on the table.

After dinner Ginny went to call home again. She waited as the phone rang. ,3, 4, 5 rings and still no one picked up. She knew she was being paranoid but she couldn't help the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She was just about to apparate home (though the dangers were numerous), when she heard Hallie's voice on the other end. "Hello, Hallie Torrin here," she said lightly.

"Hallie, it's Ginny. Are Mercy and Nemo there?"

"Yeah, hey babe, how are you?"

"I'm fine," Ginny lied. "Can I speak with them?"

"Of course mon amie, I'll go get em'." She heard Hallie put the phone down gently on the tabletop. She heard her voice echo in the magically expanded apartment. (A/N- I imagined it to be a town house but no- body's perfect!). A few minutes later the matter of little feet could be heard running thru the door. She heard the telltale bang as Nemo ran into the hall table in his haste to get to the phone before Mercy. He picked it up.

"Hi Mamma! How've you been? We've been great! We went to the zoo with Aunt Maddie, uncle Joe and Belle-Belle. We saw a lama and tigers and all this stuff! It was sooo cool and me and Uncle Joe were the only ones brave enough to go into the spider house. Mercy was being a real wimp about everything and she was even to scared to go in to see the snakes!" Ginny had to giggle at her son's apparent fascination with anything that wasn't human. She heard a distinct "OWE" come from Nemo and a second later Mercy was on the phone.

"I was NOT a wimp mamma! Nemo always exaggerates things. He was too scared to do the rock wall in the park and I climbed all the way to the top. I just don't think it's interesting to see the snakes and spiders. Are those girl things or boy things? I think they're boy things because I can't imagine being interested in things that crawl!"

"You and Nemo both crawled dear," Ginny pointed out.

"I don't mean THAT kind of crawling. I mean the way-oh never mind. How've you been?"

"I've been good honey. I wish you two were here though. You'd love the Burrow."

"Maybe next time you come we both can come with you. But Mamma, I suggest it just be the two of us, we can leave Nemo at home." Ginny snorted. That was Mercy for you. She heard Mercy give a big yawn.

"Baby cakes, maybe you two should go to bed."

"I miss you mamma. I wish you could tuck me in. Uncle Donny and Aunt Hallie try but they can't do it like you do." Ginny got a little choked up at that moment. Maybe leaving the two of them at home wasn't the best thing in the world.

"I miss you both too. Just remember when we'll meet up! We can have a little dream date (A/N- I know, I know, I "borrowed" this from Step Mom, so sue me [not literally of course]). You, me, and Nemo will go to Disney World."

"Mamma, I don't want Nemo there!"

"Well how's he going to feel? He'll be left without his two favorite girls!" They both giggled. "Put Nemo on, I want to say goodnight to him too." She hung up after saying goodnight to both of them. She went up to bed. Once in bed she mentally put them to bed.
"October winds lament

Around the castle of Dromore

Yet peace is in her lofty halls,

My loving treasure store

Though autumn leaves may droop and die,

A bud of spring are you

Sing hushabye loo, low loo, low lan

Hushabye loo, low loo

Dread spirits all of black water,

Clan Owen's wild banshee

Bring no ill wind to him nor us,

My helpless babe and me

Sing hushabye loo, low loo, low lan

Hushabye loo, low loo

Take heed, young eaglet, till thy wings

Are feathered fit to soar

A little rest and then

The world is full of work to do

A little rest and then

The world is full of work to do

Sing hushabye loo, low loo, low lan

Hushabye loo, low loo."

Ginny sang the lullaby slowly with tears streaming down her face. She buried her head in her pillow. She saw the sleeping figures of her little angles in her mind which she fell asleep to. She woke to Hermione poking her in the side. "Ginny, Ginny, it's 7:00, time for you to be up and about. Ginny slowly, slowly, ever-so-slowly turned over to face the curly-haired pest.

"Shut it Hermione, I was visiting my children," she hissed, turning back over.

"Oh no you don't!" Hermione said, yanking the covers off Ginny's bed.

"Damn it Hermione! Did you have to do that? It's not like I'm supposed to do anything. Why can't I just sleep? Sleep is nice, sleep is good," Ginny stopped as she saw Hermione roll her eyes. "Fine," she said through gritted teeth. "Is your dear little fiancé up yet?"

"Ron? He's been up for hours!"

"Damn it, that means that they'll be no good food left."

"But look, I saved you a plate!" Hermione whipped a plate from behind her back. Ginny grabbed it and started eating ravenously. "I'll leave you to it but you better be downstairs and ready in an hour!" Hermione left and Ginny gobbled down the rest of her food. She got up, took a shower and got dressed. Hermione had left a note in her closet that she was to wear "nice" cloths and had conveniently left a list of suggestions. She took out the first two articles on the list. She pulled on a green sundress and a matching sweater. She pulled on a pair of flip- flops and hurried down the steps. Most of the Weasleys were sitting in the living room looking bedraggled and lethargic. Ron however looked to be on some hyper drug. He was pretty much bouncing off the wall.

"'Morning dear sister of mine!" he exclaimed. "Did I tell you that I'm getting married tomorrow?"

"Yeah Ron, I kind of gathered that little bit of information." When Ron turned his back she turned to Bill and mouthed 'What's he on?' Bill shrugged and turned back to his baby daughter who was pulling his arm hairs.

"Come on Adalia, you could stop doing that!" Ginny sat down next to her father who was mindlessly pulling stray threads from his shirt. Hermione came down the stairs humming "I'm getting married in the morning." Ginny was so out of it that she found herself thinking 'Well that's ridiculous! She's getting married in the evening. She stood in front of the clan, ready to make her speech. Ginny thought that she would of quite preferred bridezilla over this bright, bubbly, saccharine-sweet bride in front of her.

"Now, we've still got a lot to do before tomorrow. My parents are coming at about 10:00 to help but we have to get a head start!" All the Weasleys groaned.

"Shouldn't they have to suffer along with us?" Fred asked, Fiona sitting on his lap.

"Yeah!" piped up George and Georgia (his girlfriend).

"Come now people, you know I think of you as my family too!"

"Shut it Hermione," Charlie said, rubbing his eyes with his free hand (the other being slung 'round the shoulder of his wife: Aerona. She gave him a look that could rival that of Mrs. Weasley.

"Now, I've taken the liberty of separating you all into "teams", we're going to think of this as a game. Now, ¼ of us is going to be putting the finishing touches on Fairy Cave, another ¼ will be setting up tables and things for the reception, another ¼ will be helping Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen, and the final ¼ will be putting together little gift bags for the reception. The teams are: Fairy Cove- Bill, Fred, Percy (groan), and Ginny. Reception- George, Fiona, and Katie (Bill's wife). Helping Mrs. Weasley: Charlie, Georgia, and Harry. Finally, helping with gift bags will be: Charlie, Aerona, and Ron. Penny would you watch the children and Mr. Weasley, you can do whatever you want." She finished and shooed them on.

~In Fairly Cave~

Ginny was helping put up flowers with Percy while Bill and Fred were dusting off chairs. "Ginny, I'm sorry," he said finally.

"About what?"

"About the way in which I conducted myself the other day."

"It's okay," she answered sullenly.

"I'm sure you were totally in the right," it caught her how sarcastic he was being.

"With this there's no right and wrong, there's good coming from a truly painful situation," she murmured. They didn't talk after that and by the time 3:00 rolled around (their designated quitting time) rolled around they were done with their task and the result was very pleasing. They walked back to the house to prepare for the rehearsal.

"Now Ron, I'll say, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, in poverty and wealth, in sickness and in health, to have and to hold from this day forward," the man babbled on and on. "Then you say "I do" then I'll turn to Hermione." He did the same with Hermione and Ron really only heard. "Now I'll say, you may kiss each other and you do." Ron was about to follow suit but his lips met a rough hand. "Not so fast son, not till tomorrow. Then I'll present you and it'll be over. You'll walk back down and out of the wood."

~After the rehearsal dinner~

Ginny lay face up in the bed. The next day she would be seeing him. He would see her and she couldn't help but worry he'd find out about Mercy and Nemo.

A/N- I know that I said this chapter would contain the wedding but I have to end it! It's 12 pages long and I'm tired of not getting anywhere. I promise that the next chapter will have the wedding in it so so long for now.