"Tea's ready!" a voice bellowed through the burrow, followed shortly by a stampede of young, over excited children.

"My lord, careful!"

"Sorry, Granny!" one of the children peeped sweetly. Her fiery red hair sticking up in all directions, and chubby pale face covered in mud and grime, covering any existence of the dozens of light freckles covering her face.

"Merlin, Lily! What have you been up to?" Her Grandmother, Molly Weasley, gasped, both in shock and amusement. Her hands on her hips, and head cocked slightly to the side. Her own curly, fiery red hair was tied up neatly in a bun, and her piercing blue eyes were glaring at the young girl jokingly.

Molly looked up to see the rest of the children, deciding on where to sit. They, too, were covered in dirt, grass stains and wet patches.

"Away from my table, you little monkey's. Up those stairs and get washed up!" Molly streaked, and began to chase the children around the kitchen away from the table, as they laughed.

Two other women stood chuckling in the corner, each holding a mug of warm tea. Hermione Granger was one of them. Her face beaming, faint creasing in the corners of her eyes emphasising her graceful aging. Her chocolate brown hair was pulled back loosely into a French braid, and although she had long grew out of the untameable, fizziness do she sported in her adolescent youth, a trace still remained in the front parts of her hair line, which tended to stick up when the air was humid, much to her husband Ron's amusement.

Next to her was her sister in law, Ginny. Like most of her family, she was blessed (or cursed, as she would sometimes believe) with the notable Weasley red hair, the shade matching exactly that of her mothers. Although Ginny's hair was thin and straight, and was currently cut into a stylish bob, a new look she had been trying out. Both mothers laughed at the sight in front of them, when Ginny's eyes caught those of her husband's, Harry Potter, who hand entered the kitchen bemused, both exchanging a loving smile.

"What on earth is going on?" Harry chuckled, and was almost knocked over by his daughter, Lily, who threw herself at him.

"Daddy, help! Granny's trying to eat us!" Lucy squealed, as Harry lifted her up, throwing her slightly up into the air. He grinned happily at his daughter, who was laughing hysterically. Molly, still chasing the other's in the background, unsuccessfully.

Harry reached into the pocket of his jacket and retrieved his wand, and with a flick of a wrist all the children were scrubbed clean. Unruly hair was now neatly flattened on heads, and faces so clean they almost glowed.

The children still run round, seemingly unknowing of any present changes. Molly, on the other hand stopped her chasing, and sighed.

"Oh, Harry. I wanted them to clean themselves, they'll get lazy otherwise," she complained defeatidly, giving up and finding a seat at the dinner table.

Before long the entire household was in the dining room. They were having a celebration, Ron and Hermione's 5 year wedding anniversary, and of course Molly insisted on preparing a feast. Of course, the burrow was always crowded, all year round, but today almost the entire family was here together. The table was laid out magnificently, and Molly had cast an enchantment spell to pass the food around. The smell of succulent sausages, roasted vegetables, honey glazed beef and potatoes filled the air as Molly looked proudly at her family around her, tucking into the food. Her husband, Arthur, had taken a seat next to her, beaming at her as he took his glass, stood up and raised it in the air.

"I want to propose a toast," he began, as everyone began to silence looking towards him, "To my wonderful son and daughter-in-law," he nodded in the direction of Hermione and Ron, who were sitting at the opposite end of the table, hand in hand.

"Hermione, how you can stick him, I do not know," everyone chuckled at this, "but what I do know is that you have made him the happiest he could ever be, and I hope that the same can be said for you." Hermione laughed, nodding her head, "I also want to give thanks to my beautiful wife, for preparing this exquisite meal," Arthur added, putting on a posh accent, making everyone laugh and the children whoop and cheer.

"To family," He concluded, raising his glass.

"To family!" Everyone chanted, raising their own glasses. And as if on cue, there was a gentle knock on the door.