Tears threatened as I watched the scarlet steam engine pulling out from Platform 9 ¾. I took a slow breath and turned to walk back into King's Cross train station, feeling as though a part of me was gone with the girls.

"Annabelle?"

I turned to find a somewhat older Ron and Hermione Weasley standing a few feet away. My face flushed, and I smiled warmly.

"Hello! Ron, Hermione, it's so wonderful to see you," I said sweetly and made my way over to them. It wasn't until I was much closer that I realized not only were Ron and Hermione there, but so were Molly, Arthur, Ginny, Harry, and the twins.

"Bit of a shock seeing you here," Ron said bluntly.

"Ron," Hermione hissed, glancing at him quickly.

"Quite a going away party for your son, Hermione. He's very lucky to have so many who care about her," I said sweetly.

"Oh, well, you know, first grandson going off to Hogwarts, it was a momentous occasion," Ron boasted, draping his arm around Hermione's shoulders.

"So, Annabelle, what brings you here today?" Molly asked, with a forced smile. I could tell that she was not pleased to see me at all, and I tried to smile warmly at her.

"Oh, I was just…well, you see…" I tried to think quickly, but then Ginny brought a cold gaze to bear on me.

"She was here to see her daughter off to Hogwarts," Ginny said in a positively frigid tone.

"Children have to be about eleven to go to Hogwarts, Ginny," Harry said, looking at his wife as though she were crazy.

"Yes, Harry, I know that, and Annabelle's is," Ginny said.

Molly's eyes snapped onto my face, and Arthur looked a touch puzzled, Hermione's eyes widened, and Ron looked positively murderous.

"Are, actually," I replied quietly looking at my feet.

"Excuse me?" Ginny asked, sounding shocked.

"I have twin girls, Gianna and Adele, thus it would be are, not is," I elaborated. I heard Hermione try to stifle a chuckle.

"Eleven years ago you were involved with George," Ron said murderously.

"Yes, we all know that, Ronald," Molly snapped. "What we don't know is whether he was the only one."

I lifted my face and stared at her directly. George finally decided to enter the conversation.

"If you'd seen the girls, you wouldn't bother asking that, mum," George said, giving his mother a matter-of-fact look. "I don't think that you can find children who look like that and aren't Weasleys."

Molly opened and closed her mouth several times. Most of the platform was empty, so I wasn't terribly embarrassed. She looked at her son as though she was going to kill him.

"And you didn't tell your family?" she shrieked, anger written plainly on all of her features.

"He couldn't tell you, because he didn't know," I told her in a very firm voice.

Everyone was staring at me like I was crazy, except for George.

"I didn't tell him. He never knew. Most people don't know about the girls, just my family and my coach," I said quietly.

"Why didn't you tell him?" Molly asked me in a very dangerous tone.

"Because George told me many times that he was not the marrying kind, he didn't want to have children, he didn't want to get married, he just didn't want any of it!" I said, my voice rising. "I wasn't going to let him be miserable and stuck with me and children because I screwed up!" I shouted. I had been so busy getting worked up that I hadn't noticed George getting nearly as upset as I was.

"How did you know I was going to be miserable?" he shouted, shoving Ron out of the way as he stomped over to me. "How could you possibly have known that?"

"Because people are miserable when they're forced to do things that aren't in their character and that they don't want to do!" I screamed back.

"Well maybe I did want to marry you back then!" He growled.

"Then why didn't you ever ask me?"

"I was going to, but then you started getting all moody and emotional and secretive…" he trailed off, as he stared at me.

"Maybe you should have thought about it all a little more back then," I said hoarsely. "I'm leaving. I hope that you all will let me introduce you to my daughters," I said quietly, staring at the floor.

"Of course we will," Arthur said softly. "Even if they didn't know about us before, they certainly have a right to know now."

I nodded and slowly walked through the barrier. I made it all the way out to where I had parked my rental car, before I broke down. I leaned against the car, crying and shuddering with emotions that I didn't want to think about. I had never stopped loving George, and I had hoped through our entire relationship that maybe he would change his mind and decide that I was the girl he wanted to marry. And now to know that it was true…I cried even harder, weeping for all that could have been.

"Annabelle," Ginny said softly. I hadn't heard her come up behind me.

"Oh Ginny," I cried, trying to pull myself together. "What do you want?"

"Sweetheart, I know you love him still. I knew you loved him then," she said, holding my shoulders. "Why didn't you ever think that maybe he loved you?"

"He never said he did," I whispered brokenly. She looked at me questioningly. "Oh, he'd call me 'love,' but that's not nearly the same," I said. "You can call anybody love, it doesn't mean anything."

"Hmm," she looked back toward the building. Her family was attacking an infuriated George at the moment, and she had slipped off to see how her friend was doing. A few moments later, An extremely irate Fred came storming out of the station, got into a car, and drove away, muttering and cursing.

"I should go," I said quietly, wiping at my face. "I'd like to have a chance to talk to you, Ginny."

"That'd be nice. You go rest," she said, giving me a hug and darting back into the station to lay into her brother.