"Molly, guess what!" Arthur said, running into the room with the phone in his hand. "We're gonna eat at my Mum and Dad's house tonight!"
Molly, who had been cooking dinner, looked slightly nervous. "Alright. What time?"
"Right now! We'll eat your delicious dinner tomorrow," Arthur grinned, and threw her coat over to her. She laughed as he stumbled out of the threshold. "Let's go!"
She followed him, but almost reluctantly, because after all, his mother was a Black, and they weren't the nicest lot.
"What if they don't like me?" Molly fretted as they waited on the doorstep of the Burrow, the Weasley home.
"Mollywobbles, they'll love you," said Arthur, smiling her favorite smile before Cedrella Weasley opened the door. Cedrella was beautiful, like all the Blacks were. Molly felt intimidated.
"So, you must be Molly Prewett," Cedrella said happily. "Arthur talks about you all the time. Come in, come in!" She held the door open for them.
Arthur and Molly sat down on the old, ragged couch in the living room.
"Hey Dad," Arthur said to Septimus Weasley, who was obviously the parent Arthur had gotten his looks from.
"Hi," Molly said shyly.
"Hello Molly," he greeted, and shook her hand lightly. "You look just like Artie described."
Molly giggled at the nickname. "I'm gonna start calling you that, Artie."
Arthur groaned, but was laughing anyway. "Great, you're just like Fabian and Gideon, you know that, dear?"
"I've known," she smiled devilishly.
"How about eating?" asked Cedrella, getting up. Septimus, Arthur and Molly followed her.
The table was in the kitchen, which was messy but full of character. They sat down and started eating. The food was delicious.
"Well, I think I can safely give my blessing," Septimus teased.
"Thank you," Molly said politely.
"But, if you don't end up buying another house, you might end up here. This has been the Weasleys' home for generations. I'm afraid treating Muggles as equals has cost us. We're, I guess, poor, when it comes to money," said Septimus. Then he grinned at Cedrella. "Somehow I managed to snag a Black from the wealthy life."
"It wasn't hard," Cedrella assured him. "I always thought it was a lovely home. And I don't care that you treat Muggles equally, they've got their own kind of magic.
"I agree," said Molly. They smiled at her. She knew that she was officially part of the Weasley family.
She looked around the house quickly before leaving that night. When she walked outside, she noticed that it tipped slightly to the side. But it didn't matter if the Weasleys were poor. Even though the Burrow was old, and was in desperate need of repair, Molly already loved this house, and knew that someday, she'd be cooking in the kitchen, and she'd be married to Arthur, and would have plenty of children. Who knows, maybe even seven.
Well, that was a sweet ending, now that I just read it again! Please review!