"We've just sent the invitations out the other day, so it's done," Ginny announced to a kitchen full of people as she, Harry, and Teddy entered the Burrow early one evening. "Thankfully."

"Well done," Arthur said with a smile. "That must have felt nice to get done."

"You have no idea, Dad," Ginny said as she hugged her brother, Bill, upon noticing him. "Now I only have a million other things to think about."

Bill smirked. "Oh, is that all?"

"Is Ron back from Paris yet?" Harry asked as he glanced around the kitchen.

"Not yet," Molly said once she whisked past them with a hot pan, "but he said his Portkey doesn't get in until 6:12, and that's only about ten minutes from now." She stopped once she noticed a blue haired Teddy observing everyone. "Oh, hello, Teddy. How nice to see you."

He smiled. "Hi, Mrs. Weasley."

"The children are in the backyard if you'd like to go and play," she added. "Just try not to get too dirty before supper."

"Okay," he said without hesitation before he darted out of the kitchen and into the back garden.

Molly stopped what she was doing and looked at Harry. "He's had to have grown a foot since I last saw him."

"He's only a head shorter than me," Ginny said. "He's grown six inches just in the last few months."

"Ah, I knew you were 'ere," Fleur suddenly said as she entered the room with a bright smile. "I just saw Teddy in ze backyard with ze children." She went straight to where Harry was standing. "I needed to ask you what day you had decided for your wedding, because I need to know 'ow much time I 'ave to buy a dress for Victoire."

"April 17th," Harry said.

Fleur made a curious face. "Will it not be terribly rainy out?" she asked, glancing at Bill. "You were planning to get married outside, no?"

"We are," Harry said as he put a reassuring arm around Ginny. The chance that it would be raining that day was a thought that Ginny had been worrying herself about as it already was. He really didn't want Fleur placing even more doubt in her head. "We're not worried. If it's too cold or rainy, we'll build a tent."

"That's the spirit," Arthur cheered.

"So, that means the wedding is only two weeks away?" Bill asked with a glance at the pair of them. "Right?"

"Two and a half," Harry said as he felt Ginny exhale heavily from beside him him. "We've got it all sorted out for the most part."

"For the most part," Ginny mumbled as she took a seat at the table.

"Oh, Ginny!" Fleur announced as she made her way around the table and over towards where she had just sat. "I have found ze most lovely flower girl dress for ze ceremony." She pulled out a catalog of children's clothing, "but I wanted to make sure you liked it before I bought it."

"Oh…okay," Ginny said in an overwhelmed sort of way once the catalogue was thrust in front of her.

"How's work going, Harry?" Bill asked swiftly. Harry had the distinct impression that Bill had already heard enough about flower girl dresses to last a lifetime.

"All right," Harry said. "We've been monitoring this group up near Sheffield who have been reported to be acting a bit strange. We don't know if they're trying to establish a new dark arts following or what the case is, but they're quite young from what I've gathered. The oldest one we know of is maybe twenty."

"Mini-wannabe Death Eaters?" Arthur asked.

"You could say that, but we have no evidence to support the fact and they don't seem to have any real substance or power in their ranks. So, no young Voldemorts running around. It just seems like a bunch of kids who are getting their kicks by being rebellious."

"That's good to hear given that I rather enjoy the peace and quiet," Molly said as she checked her watch and then looked over towards their special family clock. Harry followed her gaze and saw that Ron's hand was now marked "Traveling." He also couldn't help but notice that several other hands had been added since the last time he had really taken a good look at the clock.

"Soon enough you'll get one, too," Arthur said watching Harry's face. "Since it's magical, it readjusts itself once you're actually a member of the family. I'm curious to see how many hands it'll end up with."

"Oh," Harry said. The truth was that he hadn't been wondering about himself so much, but rather surprised to see that Fred's hand was now gone. He could have sworn he'd looked at that clock since his death and still seen his hand there…Hadn't he?

"We will buy ze dress, then," Fleur said with a look towards Bill. "Victoire will look adorable in it."

"Vic looks adorable in everything," Bill said lazily. "You know that."

"Well, she certainly does," Molly said obviously, just as she heard the kids suddenly yell loudly from the backyard. "That's probably Ron," she added before the front door opened and George walked in.

"Have I missed dinner?" he asked right as everyone began standing to make their way outside.

"Not yet," Harry said, following the group into the yard. They were met by the site of Ron picking up Victoire to hug her. Twins Dominique and Louis, as well as Teddy, were jumping around next to him.

"Did you bring us any presents, Uncle Ron?" asked three-year-old Louis.

"Trust me, Lou," Ron said. "Anything I would have brought you would have been downright silly next to the stuff your grandparents can get you from France."

"But it wouldn't matter," said Victoire as she pulled her long hair out of her face. "It would be from you, Uncle Ron."

"Yeah!" Dominique chimed in as she mimicked her sister and began pulling her hair out of her face.

"Well, you're lucky this time," Ron said, pulling out a large sack of candy. "It's not much, but it's something."

"Thanks, Uncle Ron!" said both Louis and Dominique together as they rushed forward to take it. Teddy looked over Victoire's shoulder to inspect the candy himself, as she helped herself to some.

"Share that with, Teddy," Ron said as all four kids went running off, giggling. He glanced at Fleur, who was shooting him a contemptuous look.

"You had to give it to zem before dinner?"

"Oh," he blushed, "I didn't realize…Sorry."

"Dominique!" Fleur yelled as she followed after them. "Louis! You can have some after dinner!"

"I should probably go and stop Teddy from gorging, too," Harry said as he quickly greeted Ron.

"Don't worry about it," Bill said. "Fleur will manage to wrestle that candy away from them easily."

"I don't think she's ever seen Teddy around chocolate frogs," Ginny said with a smile before she hugged Ron. "Glad to see you back."

"Glad to be back," he said as he observed Harry and Ginny. "And hey, this is the first time I've seen the two of you since you got engaged."

"We're not really different than before."

"So you say. How are the wedding plans coming along?"

Harry and Ginny exchanged tired expressions.

"What did I say?" Ron asked.

"They're going good," Harry said. "I think we both just need a break from talking about it."

"So, you surround yourself with family members who will nag you for every detail?" he asked. "Brilliant plan."

"Let's talk about you," Harry said quickly, "and about how Paris was."

"Yeah," said Teddy as he suddenly appeared and looked up at Ron. "I want to hear about Paris, too!"

"Not much to talk about," Ron began as his mother came out and kissed him on the cheek.

"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," she added before disappearing back inside. "I'm glad to see you back, dear."

"Thanks, Mum," he said before sitting himself down at the nearest picnic table. "But yeah, I mean, Harry you're already well aware of everything I've been up to since you get to read the report every week."

"Yeah, but they don't," Harry said, gesturing to Bill, Ginny, and Teddy. "Make it exciting."

"Well, I really enjoy it over there. A lot. My French is worlds better now, and I'll prove it later when I need to ask Fleur for something."

Harry smiled. "Something besides, 'where's the loo?'"

"Believe it or not, I've progressed from that," Ron said.

"I've got to see this," Bill said as he looked over Ron's shoulder. "Vicki! Come here for a second."

At the mention of her name, little five-year-old Victoire turned away from her mother's loud lecture about eating candy before dinner, and came running over to where her father was sitting. Her mouth was filled with something chewy that she was now trying to swallow as fast as possible.

Bill looked at Ron. "Go ahead. She's all but fluent. Give her your best shot."

"All right, then," Ron said looking into the eyes of his niece. "Bonjour, Victoire."

"Bonjour," she said.

Bill rolled his eyes. "Even I know that. Throw something hard at her."

"Qu'avons-nous pour le dîner?" Ron asked.

"What does that mean?" Ginny whispered to Harry. He shrugged.

"He's asking what's for dinner," Victoire said politely. "Rosbif avec les pommes de terre et les carottes."

"Roast beef with potatoes and carrots," Ron said proudly.

"Congratulations, Ron," said George with mock enthusiasm as he approached the table. "You can speak French at a five-year-old level."

"Ha-ha," he said.

"So, Ginny, Harry," George continued. "April 17th, I hear?"

"April 17th."

"Is that the date for the wedding?" Ron asked.

"Yeah. We just sent the invitations out yesterday."

"Does that mean I can bring a date?" George asked. "Because there's this really amazing girl who comes into the shop quite a bit and we've become friendly, so I was thinking..."

"She can come to the reception," Ginny said. "Ceremony is for family and friends only."

"Oh, well, that works out fine," George said. "Are you bringing a date, Ronnie?"

"I just got back, George."

"You've barely been gone," said George, rolling his eyes. "Plus, shouldn't you be telling us all about the various fantastic French conquests you've been having? Loose women and all that?"

"George, the kids," Bill said, gesturing to both Victoire and Teddy, though neither could be bothered to listen. They were currently far more entertained by Teddy trying to change his hair color at Victoire's request.

"How about I unpack first?" Ron asked. "Then I'll work on getting a date to their wedding."

"You don't have to get one," Ginny said. "It's not a requirement or anything."

"Isn't Hermione bringing that boyfriend of hers?" George asked as both Harry and Ginny shot him dirty looks. "I just think Ron should know about these sorts of things. You two would just let him walk blindly into it. Feed him to the wolves."

"Oh, please," Ginny mumbled.

Ron pursed his lips next to her. "I probably should see if I could find someone," he said absently.

"Between Lee and I, we'll find you someone," George said. He looked at Ginny. "Lee's invited, right?"

"Yes."

"Good," George said, "because I sort of told him he was already and—"

"George…!" Ginny exclaimed, just Victoire leaned across the table towards her father.

"Dad?" she asked. "Do I need to find a date?"

"No," Bill said, looking a little shocked by her question. "You certainly don't."

"But I want to," she said, forcing a pout.

George grinned. "You can be Ron's date, Vicki."

"You can take Louis as your date," her father suggested. "That'll be nice."

Victoire made a face. "He's my brother!"

"So?"

"We're family," she said. "You can't have your date be in your family."

"That depends on where you're from…" George joked, though Victoire clearly didn't seem to understand him; she instead glanced back at Teddy.

"Are Teddy and I related?" she asked.

"He's just a very good family friend," Bill said, casting Harry an amused look.

"Well, then Teddy can be my date!" she said happily, as if she had just solved a great mystery.

"What?" Teddy said. His face had fallen instantly and looked horrified by the prospect. "Why me?"

"Because you need a date," Victoire said matter-of-factly.

"I don't!" he said, looking up at Harry for support.

"You do!" Victoire said.

"I don't!"

"Do!"

"Don't!"

"If you just don't want to be my date," Victoire said as her small face started to show it's annoyance with him. "Then just say so."

"I don't want to," he replied without hesitation.

"Too bad," she said as she stood up and stared Teddy down with a look that could have easily been construed as both adorable and frightening at the same time. She suddenly turned and marched back towards the house, leaving a puzzled Teddy in her wake.

"Wow," George said as he, along with everyone else at the table, glanced at a very surprised looking Bill.

"Should I be worried?" he asked as he stood from the table. "She's barely five."

Ron laughed. "I'd be more worried if I were Teddy, to be honest."

That one," George said, pointing towards the house, "is going to grow up to be a woman that knows what she wants." He let out a low whistle before he, too, turned and walked away.

Bill took a deep breath and shook his head before he stopped and smiled at Teddy. "I'm going to have to keep my eye on this one here," he said. He glanced up at the house and his grin slowly faded. "And more importantly, that one…"

"What did I do?" Teddy asked, sounding worried once Bill followed George.

"He's kidding, Teddy," Ginny said. "He didn't mean anything."

"Do I really have to be her date?" he asked Harry.

"You know," Harry said, "one day, you're going to enjoy it when a pretty girl asks you to be her date."

"Not today, " Teddy mumbled."