Disclaimer: Yea, yea, yea. So what if I don't own anything? Least you could do is let me pretend for a little while. Oh wait, that's what I'm doing now! Sweet! Whedon and Rowling are the Gods, I'm just reworking the Bible to fit my needs.
A/N: New Chapter, no one kill me for where I left off the last time. If I didn't stop there, I would've had the whole story written out, and it was only the second chapter! Please read and review, I find that I rather enjoy getting your reviews.
K. McKenzie- yes Buffy will be back, probably not this chapter, but hopefully soon.. I like her better when she isn't moping too. Which she won't be doing much of.
Malli- Is someone sharing secret info with you about my pairings? Oh well I'll give you a hint towards one of my others; Ron likes bad girls.
MegCat06- Oz actually does have red hair, he just dyes it a lot. I'm please you're enjoying the fic.
Bluie Twilight Star- You make perfect sense, don't worry. And I did rush it a bit. It's my first story and all, so everything's pouring out rather fast. And the deal with Ron, well it was the soda bubbles in the second chapter, along with their eyes that did it for him. Maybe this next chapter will help some. Plus, Ron always jumps to conclusions.
Kate- Thank you very much for your review, as I said before, I did go quite fast. I'm working on it.
Thanks to all the other reviewers, you guys kick ass! And I've taken everything into consideration, which hopefully shows in this next chapter.
One more thing, I'm horrible with coming with the names of spells and the like, so everything you read in the next chap, is pure B.S. (and I don't mean Buffy/Spike). ON WITH THE FIC!!
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Chapter 3
It was chaos, pure and utter chaos, Hermione was choking at what Arthur had said, while Harry was standing with his mouth agape, looking rather foolish. Ginny and Oz, while both rather amazed, were staring at each other, seemingly coming to the same conclusion. They were brother and sister. As for Willow and Xander, well they were just rather confused.
"Arthur, dear, don't you think you could have gone about this in a lighter matter?" Mrs. Weasley asked of her husband.
"No use beating around the bush, Molly. From what you said, Ron seemed certain that this boy, Oz, was indeed our Daniel. It's been over fifteen years, there's no use being 'light' about things," Arthur responded, looking from Xander to Oz, then quickly to Willow, then once again settled on Oz. "You were right, Ron, he does bare a rather close resemblance to your Uncle Winston, doesn't he love?" Arthur turned to his wife, to find her welling up in tears at the sight of Oz.
Oz had to admit he was usually a calm and quiet man, but the looks he was getting from these two people, claiming to be his parents, had downright startled him. Looking to Ginny for some sort of comfort, she could only offer him a shrug and a soft smile. 'Funny,' Oz thought to himself, 'I've known her for about two hours, maybe three, and I'm already treating her like she's my sister. I was even before her -our- parents arrived.' Oz then looked to his girlfriend, to find Willow gawking at him, and then Ginny. Her mouth suddenly snapped shut, and her face became much more determined.
"No," Willow stated in a definite matter.
"Excuse me?" Ron sputtered out, a bit taken back by this girl whom he thought to be very quiet.
"You heard me," Willow accused, "I said no. I like to think I've been pretty understanding about things so far. I don't question when you guys talk of the slayer, we saw you out in the daylight, and you all appeared to be nice people. I bring you to my house, hoping that I have made a few allies in the fight against darkness. I let you use my fireplace to contact your parents, but this? No, I won't just stand here and go with it, just because you think my boyfriend is your 'long lost son.' Either give me proof, or get the hell out of my house."
"I tend to agree with my friend here," Xander said, moving from his seat to stand next to Willow, "We heard your stories, we saw Ron here work some mojo with the fireplace, but before you go claiming that Oz is yours, I'd like some fact. Now, make with it, or I'll feed you all to a vampire." They had to be stronger now, Xander new that. Buffy wasn't here to protect them, so they had to protect themselves. 'I've already screwed this up,' Xander thought, ' Buff wouldn't have trusted them off the back. Face it Harris, your just a sucker for a pretty face. Did you learn nothing from the substitute from hell?' He chanced another look at Hermione, who was also looking at him.
"Forgive me, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley," Hermione started, as she slowly dragged her eyes away from Xander, "but I must agree with them too." Molly looked like she was going to die from shock. "We barged in on their lives, without much of an explanation, and now we just expect them to accept that their friend has a whole other family? A whole other life? That's not very understanding on our part."
"It's proof they want," Hermione continued, "so it's proof we'll give them. There is a potion for such situations, as there is for almost anyone situation one can find themselves in. It's called a Paternity potion. I have with me all the ingredients needed for the initial mixture, and if I could get a hair sample from each parent, and one from supposed child, we will have our answer. Once the hairs are added, there is an instantaneous reaction. If the potion turns blue, we have one more Weasley on our hands. If red, well, then we'll be out of your hair as soon as possible." Hermione directed that last part to Willow and Xander.
"Well," Arthur said, clapping his hands together, "get to it then Hermione. When should the potion be ready for the hairs?"
"In about an hour, sir," with that Hermione got one of her bags and asked Willow if she could use her kitchen.
"Of course," Willow granted, then a sheepish smile appeared on her face, "Would you mind if I joined you? I'd like to see how you make potions, and if it's similar to how I've done."
"I would love it if you joined me Willow," Hermione said with a broad smile, hoping to once again gain the other girls trust, "you could help some too, if you wanted." Willow let out of squeak of happiness and ushered Hermione into the kitchen.
The living room was quiet again. Oz looked rather contemplative as he held Ginny's gave once more. Her own eyes were filling up with tears, as if the tiniest thing would break down her dam, and water would come rushing out. Oz felt the impulse to wrap his arms around the girl, his supposed sister. And so he did, crossing the room and drawing Ginny into his arms. All the other occupants of the room were startled by the action, especially Xander, who knew Oz. This was highly out of character for the werewolf. "How?" Ginny's voice cracked, as she turned to look at her parents, who were now seated on the couch next to Harry, "How is he my brother?"
"Not just brother Ginny," her father corrected, "he is your twin." Ginny gulped back her cry, trying to keep it together, while looking even more confused. Oz, on the other hand, visibly paled, but strengthened his hold on the girl.
"As you know, Ginny, twins run in our family," Molly explained to her daughter, " your brothers, your father and uncle, as well as my mother. So it was no small surprise when I was pregnant with you and your brother Daniel, so many years ago," a smile played across her face as she looked over to her daughter and, hopefully, her son.
"If you can imagine," Molly continued, "you and Danny were even more in separable than Fred and George. Neither of you could stand to be away from the other for more than ten minutes. It made bathing difficult, to say the least," Molly burst into tears at this last part, unable to go on. Arthur pulled his wife into his arms, whispering reassuring words into her ear.
"Please forgive Molly, but this is quite painful for her, as you can see. I will try to finish for her. That's when it happened you see, while Molly was bathing Ginny in the kitchen. Daniel was taken from his crib in the living room. We never found out who it was, only suspected that it was someone we knew, as they came through on the Floo."
"It's my fault," Ron blurted out, it seems he too had been crying, "Mum asked me to watch Daniel while she bathed Ginny. But Percy's rat, Scabbers, started running about, so I went after him. He ran outside. When I finally caught him and brought the little bastard back into the house, Daniel was already gone, and Mum was crying by his crib. It's all my fault. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry from keeping Oz from the family he never knew, and depriving Ginny of the twin she always needed. Dear lord, I'm sorry!" Ron sank to his knee's overcome with emotions he'd been keeping inside for far too many years, his body shook with tears. Harry made his way over to Ron, pulling the teen to his feet, and enveloped his friend in a brotherly hug. Ron pushed away after a minute, regaining his composure, and gave Harry a slap on the back.
Ginny however, was a wreck. Oz held the girl he hoped was his sister as close as possible. Vainly trying to quell her sobs, by gently stroking her hair. She hugged him back fiercely.
The room was silent once more. Though Molly was smiling brightly, though tears still shown in her eyes, at the boy she dearly hoped was her Daniel.
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Hermione and Willow had been in the kitchen for close to an hour, and those left in the living room of the Rosenberg's house were beginning to get impatient. Arthur and Molly were sitting on the couch, clutching each others hands, with Ron seated next to them. Xander was in one chair, nervously twiddling his thumbs, while whistling "We Will Rock You," by Queen. In the chair to his left sat Harry, who was watching the only two standing.
Ginny was pacing the room, her arms flailing about, as though she couldn't decide what position she wanted them in. Oz had gone back to his eerily calm state, he had tried to keep his hypothetical sister from killing herself with stress. It was less than successful. He had tried to hold her, she shrugged away. He had tried to talk, but she walked away. So now he just leaned against the doorway of the living room watching the girl walk back and forth, with the occasional incoherent mumble coming from Ginny.
Suddenly, Ginny spun around to face Oz, "How in the hell are you so calm she asked?" she practically shouted at the poor boy. Her voice had an accusing tone to it, but was mostly filled with confusion. "In the next few minutes our lives could completely change, and you just, just… stand there! Why aren't you losing your mind like I am? Oh don't bloody smile at me!"
Oz couldn't help it, he had the most adorable almost sister ever. Slowly, he approached Ginny, reaching his hands out towards her. She accepted them this time. "The reason why I'm so calm is because I know. I know that you're my sister, from the moment we met. I've been so sad my whole life, and there are only three things that make me happy. Your one of them, Willow is another. You're my sister Gin, and I don't need some potion to tell me."
"That's the most I've ever heard you say, I didn't know you could use whole sentences" Xander remarked from his chair.
"Happens," Oz replied with a shrug and a small smile.
"What's the third?" Ginny asked Oz, poking him lightly in the stomach.
"Hmm?" He asked back, giving Ginny his attention once more.
"You said there are three things that make you happy; Willow, myself, and…?"
"Oh," he replied, giving her another of his Oz smiles, "music, I love music. Bless the Lord for The Doors, Jimmy was a brilliant man."
"That settles it," Arthur said, "this boy is most certainly my son. His taste in music proves so. And if he isn't Ginny is to marry him on that alone."
"Dad," Ginny said, her face twisted in disgust, "that is the single most disgusting thing you've ever said."
"I like him," Oz spoke with a grin on his face. "He's got an off sense of humor, but I like him. Before any more could be said, however, a throat cleared from behind the group.
Willow and Hermione re-entered the living room, beads of sweat noticeable at the top of their foreheads. "Well," Hermione spoke, "it's ready, all we need is the hairs." Ginny had stopped pacing, only now she looked like she wanted to puke. Noticing her distress, Oz took her hand.
"Will my hair dye effect the outcome?" He asked Hermione.
She shook her head, "No, it's only the DNA the matters." It seemed Oz had suddenly realized one more thing. He bowed his head to the ground and mumbled something no one quite heard.
"What was that?" Ginny asked Oz, leaning her head down to hear him better. He cleared is throat and looked back up.
"I said, 'What about my being a werewolf?'" He repeated, while six gasps that went around the room.
"You're a werewolf?" Ginny was in shock. She hadn't noticed, not that one could. Very few people new that Remus was a werewolf.
"Yea, my cousin, Jordy, he bit me last year, he was a werewolf too. Does this change anything?" Oz asked, hints of worry shown in his voice.
"Absolutely not," Arthur answered the boy, "we have a friend who is one as well. It would be rather prejudice of us to disown you just on the account of your circumstance."
"It won't effect the potion either," Hermione spoke from where she still stood, " Now can we get the bloody hell on with it? I'm getting impatient." Hermione immediately realized her mistake and turned to Mrs. Weasley, awaiting her inevitable scolding. To her surprise, Molly merely smiled at the girl. And Xander could be heard telling Willow that he liked their new bushy haired friend.
"My exact feelings as well Hermione," Molly replied. And with that she plucked a strand of her hair and pulled another out of Oz, then finally from Arthur, who let out a startled shout.
The collection of people entered the kitchen, and moved to the area in front of the stove. Molly cautiously approached the steaming cauldron, looked over to Oz and gave him a reassuring smile, then added their hairs to the potion. The mixture bubbled and steamed some more, before turning a deep, rich shade of blue. The Rosenberg household was once again deathly quiet.
After several minutes Ron was the first to speak, "I told you so," he said in a sing-song voice. This earned him a room full of laughter and a light smack on the arm from his mother.
After the laughter had died down, the silence set in once more. It wasn't awkward this time, and no one felt the need to force a conversation. Everyone in the room had a smile plastered on their face. Ginny looked over to the newest member of her family, her brother, her twin, Oz. He looked back at her, conveying his every thought with his eyes, which were becoming very moist. But looks weren't enough for Ginny as she darted forward, throwing her arms around Oz's neck.
"Hey, I'm not going anywhere," Oz said returning the hug to his twin. The other Weasleys in the room smiled at the sight the before them, it was one of the most endearing scenes, brother and sister, reunited. And never to be separated again.
A/N: New Chapter, no one kill me for where I left off the last time. If I didn't stop there, I would've had the whole story written out, and it was only the second chapter! Please read and review, I find that I rather enjoy getting your reviews.
K. McKenzie- yes Buffy will be back, probably not this chapter, but hopefully soon.. I like her better when she isn't moping too. Which she won't be doing much of.
Malli- Is someone sharing secret info with you about my pairings? Oh well I'll give you a hint towards one of my others; Ron likes bad girls.
MegCat06- Oz actually does have red hair, he just dyes it a lot. I'm please you're enjoying the fic.
Bluie Twilight Star- You make perfect sense, don't worry. And I did rush it a bit. It's my first story and all, so everything's pouring out rather fast. And the deal with Ron, well it was the soda bubbles in the second chapter, along with their eyes that did it for him. Maybe this next chapter will help some. Plus, Ron always jumps to conclusions.
Kate- Thank you very much for your review, as I said before, I did go quite fast. I'm working on it.
Thanks to all the other reviewers, you guys kick ass! And I've taken everything into consideration, which hopefully shows in this next chapter.
One more thing, I'm horrible with coming with the names of spells and the like, so everything you read in the next chap, is pure B.S. (and I don't mean Buffy/Spike). ON WITH THE FIC!!
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Chapter 3
It was chaos, pure and utter chaos, Hermione was choking at what Arthur had said, while Harry was standing with his mouth agape, looking rather foolish. Ginny and Oz, while both rather amazed, were staring at each other, seemingly coming to the same conclusion. They were brother and sister. As for Willow and Xander, well they were just rather confused.
"Arthur, dear, don't you think you could have gone about this in a lighter matter?" Mrs. Weasley asked of her husband.
"No use beating around the bush, Molly. From what you said, Ron seemed certain that this boy, Oz, was indeed our Daniel. It's been over fifteen years, there's no use being 'light' about things," Arthur responded, looking from Xander to Oz, then quickly to Willow, then once again settled on Oz. "You were right, Ron, he does bare a rather close resemblance to your Uncle Winston, doesn't he love?" Arthur turned to his wife, to find her welling up in tears at the sight of Oz.
Oz had to admit he was usually a calm and quiet man, but the looks he was getting from these two people, claiming to be his parents, had downright startled him. Looking to Ginny for some sort of comfort, she could only offer him a shrug and a soft smile. 'Funny,' Oz thought to himself, 'I've known her for about two hours, maybe three, and I'm already treating her like she's my sister. I was even before her -our- parents arrived.' Oz then looked to his girlfriend, to find Willow gawking at him, and then Ginny. Her mouth suddenly snapped shut, and her face became much more determined.
"No," Willow stated in a definite matter.
"Excuse me?" Ron sputtered out, a bit taken back by this girl whom he thought to be very quiet.
"You heard me," Willow accused, "I said no. I like to think I've been pretty understanding about things so far. I don't question when you guys talk of the slayer, we saw you out in the daylight, and you all appeared to be nice people. I bring you to my house, hoping that I have made a few allies in the fight against darkness. I let you use my fireplace to contact your parents, but this? No, I won't just stand here and go with it, just because you think my boyfriend is your 'long lost son.' Either give me proof, or get the hell out of my house."
"I tend to agree with my friend here," Xander said, moving from his seat to stand next to Willow, "We heard your stories, we saw Ron here work some mojo with the fireplace, but before you go claiming that Oz is yours, I'd like some fact. Now, make with it, or I'll feed you all to a vampire." They had to be stronger now, Xander new that. Buffy wasn't here to protect them, so they had to protect themselves. 'I've already screwed this up,' Xander thought, ' Buff wouldn't have trusted them off the back. Face it Harris, your just a sucker for a pretty face. Did you learn nothing from the substitute from hell?' He chanced another look at Hermione, who was also looking at him.
"Forgive me, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley," Hermione started, as she slowly dragged her eyes away from Xander, "but I must agree with them too." Molly looked like she was going to die from shock. "We barged in on their lives, without much of an explanation, and now we just expect them to accept that their friend has a whole other family? A whole other life? That's not very understanding on our part."
"It's proof they want," Hermione continued, "so it's proof we'll give them. There is a potion for such situations, as there is for almost anyone situation one can find themselves in. It's called a Paternity potion. I have with me all the ingredients needed for the initial mixture, and if I could get a hair sample from each parent, and one from supposed child, we will have our answer. Once the hairs are added, there is an instantaneous reaction. If the potion turns blue, we have one more Weasley on our hands. If red, well, then we'll be out of your hair as soon as possible." Hermione directed that last part to Willow and Xander.
"Well," Arthur said, clapping his hands together, "get to it then Hermione. When should the potion be ready for the hairs?"
"In about an hour, sir," with that Hermione got one of her bags and asked Willow if she could use her kitchen.
"Of course," Willow granted, then a sheepish smile appeared on her face, "Would you mind if I joined you? I'd like to see how you make potions, and if it's similar to how I've done."
"I would love it if you joined me Willow," Hermione said with a broad smile, hoping to once again gain the other girls trust, "you could help some too, if you wanted." Willow let out of squeak of happiness and ushered Hermione into the kitchen.
The living room was quiet again. Oz looked rather contemplative as he held Ginny's gave once more. Her own eyes were filling up with tears, as if the tiniest thing would break down her dam, and water would come rushing out. Oz felt the impulse to wrap his arms around the girl, his supposed sister. And so he did, crossing the room and drawing Ginny into his arms. All the other occupants of the room were startled by the action, especially Xander, who knew Oz. This was highly out of character for the werewolf. "How?" Ginny's voice cracked, as she turned to look at her parents, who were now seated on the couch next to Harry, "How is he my brother?"
"Not just brother Ginny," her father corrected, "he is your twin." Ginny gulped back her cry, trying to keep it together, while looking even more confused. Oz, on the other hand, visibly paled, but strengthened his hold on the girl.
"As you know, Ginny, twins run in our family," Molly explained to her daughter, " your brothers, your father and uncle, as well as my mother. So it was no small surprise when I was pregnant with you and your brother Daniel, so many years ago," a smile played across her face as she looked over to her daughter and, hopefully, her son.
"If you can imagine," Molly continued, "you and Danny were even more in separable than Fred and George. Neither of you could stand to be away from the other for more than ten minutes. It made bathing difficult, to say the least," Molly burst into tears at this last part, unable to go on. Arthur pulled his wife into his arms, whispering reassuring words into her ear.
"Please forgive Molly, but this is quite painful for her, as you can see. I will try to finish for her. That's when it happened you see, while Molly was bathing Ginny in the kitchen. Daniel was taken from his crib in the living room. We never found out who it was, only suspected that it was someone we knew, as they came through on the Floo."
"It's my fault," Ron blurted out, it seems he too had been crying, "Mum asked me to watch Daniel while she bathed Ginny. But Percy's rat, Scabbers, started running about, so I went after him. He ran outside. When I finally caught him and brought the little bastard back into the house, Daniel was already gone, and Mum was crying by his crib. It's all my fault. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry from keeping Oz from the family he never knew, and depriving Ginny of the twin she always needed. Dear lord, I'm sorry!" Ron sank to his knee's overcome with emotions he'd been keeping inside for far too many years, his body shook with tears. Harry made his way over to Ron, pulling the teen to his feet, and enveloped his friend in a brotherly hug. Ron pushed away after a minute, regaining his composure, and gave Harry a slap on the back.
Ginny however, was a wreck. Oz held the girl he hoped was his sister as close as possible. Vainly trying to quell her sobs, by gently stroking her hair. She hugged him back fiercely.
The room was silent once more. Though Molly was smiling brightly, though tears still shown in her eyes, at the boy she dearly hoped was her Daniel.
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Hermione and Willow had been in the kitchen for close to an hour, and those left in the living room of the Rosenberg's house were beginning to get impatient. Arthur and Molly were sitting on the couch, clutching each others hands, with Ron seated next to them. Xander was in one chair, nervously twiddling his thumbs, while whistling "We Will Rock You," by Queen. In the chair to his left sat Harry, who was watching the only two standing.
Ginny was pacing the room, her arms flailing about, as though she couldn't decide what position she wanted them in. Oz had gone back to his eerily calm state, he had tried to keep his hypothetical sister from killing herself with stress. It was less than successful. He had tried to hold her, she shrugged away. He had tried to talk, but she walked away. So now he just leaned against the doorway of the living room watching the girl walk back and forth, with the occasional incoherent mumble coming from Ginny.
Suddenly, Ginny spun around to face Oz, "How in the hell are you so calm she asked?" she practically shouted at the poor boy. Her voice had an accusing tone to it, but was mostly filled with confusion. "In the next few minutes our lives could completely change, and you just, just… stand there! Why aren't you losing your mind like I am? Oh don't bloody smile at me!"
Oz couldn't help it, he had the most adorable almost sister ever. Slowly, he approached Ginny, reaching his hands out towards her. She accepted them this time. "The reason why I'm so calm is because I know. I know that you're my sister, from the moment we met. I've been so sad my whole life, and there are only three things that make me happy. Your one of them, Willow is another. You're my sister Gin, and I don't need some potion to tell me."
"That's the most I've ever heard you say, I didn't know you could use whole sentences" Xander remarked from his chair.
"Happens," Oz replied with a shrug and a small smile.
"What's the third?" Ginny asked Oz, poking him lightly in the stomach.
"Hmm?" He asked back, giving Ginny his attention once more.
"You said there are three things that make you happy; Willow, myself, and…?"
"Oh," he replied, giving her another of his Oz smiles, "music, I love music. Bless the Lord for The Doors, Jimmy was a brilliant man."
"That settles it," Arthur said, "this boy is most certainly my son. His taste in music proves so. And if he isn't Ginny is to marry him on that alone."
"Dad," Ginny said, her face twisted in disgust, "that is the single most disgusting thing you've ever said."
"I like him," Oz spoke with a grin on his face. "He's got an off sense of humor, but I like him. Before any more could be said, however, a throat cleared from behind the group.
Willow and Hermione re-entered the living room, beads of sweat noticeable at the top of their foreheads. "Well," Hermione spoke, "it's ready, all we need is the hairs." Ginny had stopped pacing, only now she looked like she wanted to puke. Noticing her distress, Oz took her hand.
"Will my hair dye effect the outcome?" He asked Hermione.
She shook her head, "No, it's only the DNA the matters." It seemed Oz had suddenly realized one more thing. He bowed his head to the ground and mumbled something no one quite heard.
"What was that?" Ginny asked Oz, leaning her head down to hear him better. He cleared is throat and looked back up.
"I said, 'What about my being a werewolf?'" He repeated, while six gasps that went around the room.
"You're a werewolf?" Ginny was in shock. She hadn't noticed, not that one could. Very few people new that Remus was a werewolf.
"Yea, my cousin, Jordy, he bit me last year, he was a werewolf too. Does this change anything?" Oz asked, hints of worry shown in his voice.
"Absolutely not," Arthur answered the boy, "we have a friend who is one as well. It would be rather prejudice of us to disown you just on the account of your circumstance."
"It won't effect the potion either," Hermione spoke from where she still stood, " Now can we get the bloody hell on with it? I'm getting impatient." Hermione immediately realized her mistake and turned to Mrs. Weasley, awaiting her inevitable scolding. To her surprise, Molly merely smiled at the girl. And Xander could be heard telling Willow that he liked their new bushy haired friend.
"My exact feelings as well Hermione," Molly replied. And with that she plucked a strand of her hair and pulled another out of Oz, then finally from Arthur, who let out a startled shout.
The collection of people entered the kitchen, and moved to the area in front of the stove. Molly cautiously approached the steaming cauldron, looked over to Oz and gave him a reassuring smile, then added their hairs to the potion. The mixture bubbled and steamed some more, before turning a deep, rich shade of blue. The Rosenberg household was once again deathly quiet.
After several minutes Ron was the first to speak, "I told you so," he said in a sing-song voice. This earned him a room full of laughter and a light smack on the arm from his mother.
After the laughter had died down, the silence set in once more. It wasn't awkward this time, and no one felt the need to force a conversation. Everyone in the room had a smile plastered on their face. Ginny looked over to the newest member of her family, her brother, her twin, Oz. He looked back at her, conveying his every thought with his eyes, which were becoming very moist. But looks weren't enough for Ginny as she darted forward, throwing her arms around Oz's neck.
"Hey, I'm not going anywhere," Oz said returning the hug to his twin. The other Weasleys in the room smiled at the sight the before them, it was one of the most endearing scenes, brother and sister, reunited. And never to be separated again.