Over eleven years had passed since that eventful Christmas. Amy never told Oliver that he had fathered a beautiful girl: Bronwyn Anne Wright. Bronwyn was now eleven and due to start her first year at Hogwarts. Amy had married Chris a year after she met him and together they had a son: William Arthur James, now ten, and identical twin girls: Gwendolyn Virginia James and Elizabeth Margaret James, each eight.
Amy herself had died in childbirth with the twins. She was buried under the name Amy Elizabeth Wright, and was laid next to her husband, who was killed two years later in an explosion. The children lived at Salem, taken care of by Estella and Lynne.
It was a bright day in Late August. Bronwyn was reading in the courtyard of the castle. She was a tall slender girl, who had inherited her mother's dark red hair and gray eyes, making her look like a miniature version of her late mother. She was sitting beside her brother, who was lost in thought. He was a tall lanky youth with his father's light brown hair and his mother's large grey eyes. Gwen and Eliza, the twins were planning new tricks to pull on their siblings and their teachers. They had inherited their uncles' love of tricks and jokes. Identical to the last strand of hair, they had dark red hair and bright blue eyes.
Playing with them were Estella's four year old Amy Lynne and Lynne's six year old Eileen Kate.
On that day, a tall red haired man strod across the courtyard to the children. Bronwyn stood up. The man was suddenly reminded of a woman he used to know. shaking his head, he looked around the stone courtyard.
"Hello sir. My name is Bronwyn. How can I help you?" always polite, she extended her hand.
Shaking it, he said. "Can you take me to see a teacher?"
"Okay. I'll take you to Aunt Stella and Aunt Lynne. Will, can you watch the twins, Amy and Eileen? Come with me sir." she led the man through the castle to an office that read 'Lynne Johnstone: Charms'. and motioned for him to enter. "That's Aunt Stella," pointing to a tall dark haired woman, "And that's Aunt Lynne," to a blonde small woman of about the same age. And with that she left.
"Hello sir, how may we serve you?" that was Lynne.
"Actually I was looking for an Amy Wright."
Sorrow passed over the women's faces, "And who might you be?"
"I'm her brother, Ron Weasley."
Stella looked shocked, "But... surely... you can't say you didn't know! Amy Wright passed away eight years ago, leaving four children here."
Ron looked as though he was about to faint, "Dead?"
"I'm terribly sorry"
"How am I going to tell Mum and Dad. And the others." he paused, "Wait, you said that she left four children. May I see them?" Stella nodded and left. "I must ask a favour of you. May I bring them home to England. My mother would die if her grandchildren aren't raised there."
Lynne nodded, "I trust you. One because you remind me of Amy, and two, because I had these walls recently charmed with anti-lying spells."
Stella came back with six children in tow. She handed Eileen to Lynne, and held Amy. the other four children stood before the strange man.
"Children," Lynne spoke up, "This is your uncle Ron Weasley. He was your mother's brother. He wil be taking you to England tonight."
Bronwyn strode forwards. "I'm Bronwyn... Bronwyn Anne Wright. This is my brother William Arthur James and our twin sisters Gwendolyn Virginia and Elizabeth Margaret. Are you really our uncle?"
"Yes I am."
Gwen spoke up, "And you're taking us to England?" Ron nodded.
The children smiled "Now children," Stella spoke up. I will help you lot pack." And with that she led them all out.
Lynne took Ron to his sister's grave. He gazed at it, unable to believe that his baby sister, litte Ginny was really gone.
When they returned to the castle Ron took the children and bid goodbye to Estella and Lynne. He transformed an old broken glass into a portkey, and disappeared along with his nieces and nephew.
They landed just outside the Burrow, where the entire family was waiting. Ron told the children to wait outside for a moment, and entered to face his family.
Taking a deep breath he looked around at all of the eager faces.
"Ginny's gone. She died in childbirth eight years ago." Mrs Weasley dissolved into tears, as did most of the family. Ron continued, "But she did leave four children. I'd like you to meet Bronwyn, William, Gwendolyn and Elizabeth." The four children entered, Bronwyn holding her sisters' hands.
They all looked terrified at being there. Finally Bronwyn spoke up,
"Are.. Are you our mother's family?"
Ron nodded, pointing to everyone in turn, he said, "These are your grandparents, and these are your uncles: Bill, Charley, Fred, George, Percy, and I'm Ron. We are your mother's brothers.
"I'm Bronwyn Anne Wright, Wyn for short. I'm eleven."
"I'm Will. That is, William Arthur James. I'm ten."
"She's Gwendolyn Virginia James."
"No. I'm Gwen, She's Elizabeth Margaret. We're eight."
A few of the adults laughed. Fred smiled,
"I like these two already."
It was decided that the children would live at the Burrow with Mr and Mrs Weasley, at least until they went to Hogwarts, which for Bronwyn wouild be in two weeks.