Ok this is really short, but i just had this idea in my head for awhile and I had to get it out. This takes play realy post hogwarts. I hope you guys like. Please review.
I stand at the entrance beckoning guests in, a reunion of sorts, everything Weasley, plus many additional friends. My oldest daughter rushes in with her finance. She smiles and laughs as I hug her. Her green eyes sparkle in the candlelight, and her hair appears to be on fire. I've known the boy she's chosen to marry since he was 11, similar to me and her father in a way. The young man hugs me too; he plays Quidditch and is toned for a man of almost 30. To think his father was my husbands coach once, things really do come full circle. She once confided in me he reminds her of her father, I'm just glad he doesn't have the hero complex. Next to arrive is a screeching mob of brown hair. She's been my best friend, almost as she's been in love with my brother. He quietly walks in behind her limping. It's amazing how war changes things. Behind them hangs a red haired boy of about 16, there youngest. A book worm just like his mother, its obviouse she couldn't be prouder. Right behind them is another brunette, baby in her arms and husband in toe. It's amazing how much she reminds me of my brother. My daughter quickly runs to embrace her friend and cousin, and to admire the baby. Next to arrive is yet another red head, 5 blondes follow close behind; the first his wife, the next 4 his grown daughter's. I laugh as he picks me up and twirls me around like he used to when I was little. I quickly laugh still in embrace the older blonde. Though I once despised her, I've grown to love her in time. Before I have time to talk to them I hear a crash. A brown faired man, blushing red enters with his blonde wife. As usual she looks around as if in a dream. Before I even have the chance to say hello, she asks me if I was aware I have invisible dragons living in my house. I roll my eyes; I've grown accustomed to her stories. The man, still blushing, awkwardly hugs me quickly apologizing for breaking a statue. A dark haired girl quickly runs in yelling high mom, and going to greet her friends. Unlike the other girls, she still where a muggle style suit she had on that day at work. She seeing someone, she finally told me. A man from her department, the others don't know yet. And I smile knowing she still comes to her mother with news first. Slowly, but steadily the rest of the Weasley arrive, the twins, joking as usual, along with my other two brothers and there wives. My parents won't be coming; there deaths are nothing new though. I hear a creak behind me a mans arms wrap around my waist. I turn around and with my hand trace the many scars on his face, ending with the lightening bolt. His jet black hair is now streaked with gray, but his green eyes are as youthful as ever. I loved this man since I've been ten. He smiles and squeezes my hand. We both know we're lucky to be here. And I Ginerva Weasley know I am a very lucky woman.