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Comic Tales, Quidditch, and Good News

The next morning Ginny woke up slowly confused at the warm lump next to her. She rolled over and the movement caused the lump to groan and shift. Ginny opened her eyes widely and saw a puff of black hair next to her nose. Memories of the night before rushed to her and she grinned. She shifted again to find a more comfortable position and Harry groaned again and rolled over to face away from the offending sunlight. He cracked open his eyes to see Ginny smiling at him. He blinked not remembering how he got in her bed from the pub.

"Er, why…oh bloody hell, my head. How did I get here? Why are we in bed together?" he mumbled.

"Well, I remember going to bed last night and then being woken up at Merlin knows when by my boyfriend's drunken ramblings. I believe we owe Hermione thanks for making the bed larger, since neither of us could have carried you up the stairs and you happened to fall asleep on me. Oh and I distinctly remember you giggling, a lot," she smirked at him.

"Oh, not so loud, please. What time is it?" Harry closed his eyes against the bright morning light.

"I do believe that it's almost 6:30. What's the last thing you remember?" she prompted from him.

"I don't know, singing, and lots of Firewhiskey, and something about McGonagall. Really, after about the fifth shot of Firewhiskey it gets all hazy. I remember loud music and singing. I think your dad said something about a hangover draught, or maybe that was Bill. All I know is that my head feels like a herd of Hippogriffs stampeded over it and then made me drink lots of alcohol." Harry cleared his dry, fuzzy throat only to groan at the unpleasant pounding it caused between his temples. Ginny giggled.

"Well, it serves you right for over indulging. Come on before my parents wake up. Let's get you upstairs." She reached over to kiss him. "By the way, you have horrible morning breath." Now that he was standing he smacked her rear and she laughed and ran from the room. He followed sluggishly up the stairs. As he neared the top, he saw her enter Ron's room and heard her shriek and run from the room right into him. She was laughing hysterically and trying to talk but all Harry could make out was Ron, and clothes. She was laughing so hard she had to sit down on the steps and hold herself up by the wall. Harry, whose headache was not improving with her laughter, entered the room cautiously. He saw his bed virtually unused and glanced over to see Ron spread eagled on his own bed without a stitch of clothing on.

"Oh God!" Harry yelled and backed out of the room very fast. "That was not something I had to see this early in the morning, and while I'm feeling very nauseous." Harry had to sit and put his head between his knees to avoid vomiting. Ginny rubbed his back giggling still.

"Do you…think he…got a little warm?" Ginny asked trying unsuccessfully to not laugh too loudly. Harry started shaking with mirth still bent in half. Suddenly, he snorted loudly, which caused Ginny to start laughing noisily again. The two sat chuckling at the top of the stairs for a while until Harry sat up.

"Hey, Gin, I have an idea. Let's go wake up Hermione." She giggled and nodded her head. They went back down the stairs.

"Hermione Jane Granger, wake up right now, you're going to miss your NEWTS!" Ginny said just loud enough to wake the bushy haired teen, who sat up in bed like she'd been shot. "Good, now that you are awake," Ginny started ignoring the glare from her room mate. "Ron needs you, and fast. We think he may be having a really bad nightmare. We can't wake him up, we need you to help. He keeps calling for you," Ginny said frantically. Harry bit his lip trying not to laugh. Hermione stood up quickly and left the room followed closely by Harry and Ginny, who both were in silent stitches.

"What did you guys try doing to wake him up so far?" Hermione asked groggily.

"Um, shaking him and yelling at him, but he won't wake up," Harry said quickly, hoping that his laughter sounded more like worry than it did. The trio arrived at the top floor and Hermione opened the door and walked in. The other two stayed outside laughing. As soon and Hermione walked in she shrieked and ran back out. She started hitting Harry and slapping Ginny while shouting, "You two are so not funny! That was totally uncalled for! You woke me up at the butt-crack of dawn to prank me! Oohhh, I'll get you two back, I swear!" Hermione's ranting had woken the rest of the house, and they all came running to see who had screamed only to find a very irate Hermione and two laughing teens clutching each other to stay standing through their entertainment.

"What the devil is going on here? Do you three realize how early it is?" Charlie grunted.

"Oh, I know how early it is. Ask them what's going on! They're the ones that woke me up to prank me!" Hermione was gaining steam.

"What did you two do to her? Why are you two up here by Ron's room? What prank?" Mrs. Weasley demanded. All of a sudden, Harry and Ginny weren't laughing so hard anymore. They were standing together looking very guilty.

"Er, well, we may have told Hermione that Ron was having a nightmare and was calling out for her. We told her that we couldn't get him to wake up so we needed her help, and we had her go in first," Ginny said quietly. Harry, still trying to look guilty, snorted through his nose-which made a few of the guys laugh- and then tried to look guilty again. Mrs. Weasley looked from Harry to Ginny, who had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing again, then to Hermione. She stormed passed them and towards Ron's room, who miraculously had not woken up still. Harry and Ginny moved as far out of the way as possible when she went passed and both waited with baited breath.

"AAHHHHH!! RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY YOU PUT SOME CLOTHES ON THIS INSTANT!" Harry and Ginny burst out laughing as did Bill, Charlie, Percy, and George. Fleur and Arthur were clearly trying not to laugh also, but failing miserably. Harry and Ginny were crying with delight at how well their joke had worked out. Hermione was smothering her face trying not to laugh out loud at Mrs. Weasley's reaction.

"Huh? What's going on? Mum? What are you doing in here, I'm not wearing any clothes!" Ron yelled. Everyone, even Arthur and Fleur, burst out laughing loudly.

Soon everyone was downstairs, and thankfully clothed, eating breakfast. Everyone with a hangover was given the draught on the sly from Mr. Weasley while his wife was in the pantry. Ron was sulking, at being the butt of everyone's joke. Harry and Ginny were assigned the task of de-gnoming the garden in preparation of the days event as their punishment. Everyone else was assigned tasks to clean up certain areas of the house and yard, while Mrs. Weasley cooked.

Harry and Ginny enjoyed their punishment together, despite Harry being bitten on the ankle by a particularly vindictive gnome. They had contests to see who could fling their gnomes the farthest, who could fling the most in five minutes, and who could make their gnome dizzier. After an hour of flinging gnomes into the field Mrs. Weasley called Ginny inside to help cook, and sent Harry to feed the chickens.

Near one in the afternoon, and after several ham and lettuce sandwiches, the subdued Weasley family started their walk to the small village cemetery where Fred would be laid to rest. They arrived and welcomed guests for a half an hour before the Ministry official arrived to lead the ceremony.

"I would like to thank you all for coming today. Just seeing the size of this group makes me believe that Fred Weasley was loved by many," the nasally man wearing a muggle suit and tie droned on. George leaned over to Harry.

"This is pathetic. He didn't even know Fred, why's he even here?" Harry nodded and looked around him. Mrs. Weasley was being held up by her husband because she was crying so hard, Hermione was hugging Ron and letting him cry into her hair while she cried on his shoulder. Ginny was sitting next to Harry crying but looking straight at the man who was speaking looking irritated. Percy was next to a short woman with long curly hair, who was comforting him. Charlie was sitting near his parents and Bill and Fleur were sitting on the other side of him. Fleur was crying and dabbing her eyes with Bill's handkerchief. Bill and Charlie had the same annoyed look as Ginny and George. George pulled something out of his pocket and mumbled something under his breath. Harry smiled. Fred was going out with a bang.

BANG! People jumped and looked around only to see a giant sparkling dragon flying over their heads. George calmly stood up and walked up to the podium. When he arrived he muttered something and the dragon firework disappeared.

"I'm terribly sorry, old chap, but I am George Weasley, and the 'obviously loved young man' you're talking about was my twin. And I must say, it's quite obvious that you know nothing about him. So you should leave. Goodbye!" The man stuttered and turned purple.

"How dare you, I came here today to give a eulogy the ministry has been saying at every fallen wizards funeral. This speech was written by a very accomplished writer, who…" the man stuttered and George interrupted.

"Exactly, that's exactly what I mean. This writer didn't know Fred, you don't know Fred. So why even bother? I could tell you stories about Fred that would make you wet your pants from laughing so hard. The thing about Fred, which you obviously don't know because you don't know him, is that he wouldn't want our mum, and his siblings crying about his death, he would want them crying from hilarity at our stupid escapades in school and work. So, man, I tell you now, you are no longer needed here. You can take your prewritten speech and shove it up your—"

"George! This is your brothers funeral, I don't want to hear you speaking like that!" Mrs. Weasley had stood up to yell at her grown son.

"Well, I think he got the jist of it. Buh-bye!" George smiled and wiggled his fingers at the man who huffed and walked out of the room. "Now, where was I? Oh yes, wetting your pants from laughing so hard. Ok, well, I, as Fred's twin would like to invite anyone who has an entertaining story, not sob stories allowed, to come up here and tell them to everyone. The goal is to make people laugh, so if it might embarrass me, go right ahead. In fact of it embarrasses anyone here go ahead. I'll start.

"I remember the train ride to our first year of school. We had met Lee Jordan and Angelina Johnson. We all shared a compartment together for the ride. Half way through the ride we were not so formally introduced to Montague and Warrington. They were to be first years also. Obviously Slytherin, because they couldn't lower their faces to look at the floor they were so used to rubbing their noses on the ceiling. But I digress. Being the adorable and innocent little firsties we were, we decided that after the two bullies had taken our candy, which people quickly learned to never do, we played a teeny weenie prank on them. Fred and I decided on two classic pranks: Itching powder in their underwear, and superglue in their trainers. The problem was, how do we get them in a situation where we could put said powder in their undies and super glue in their trainers. While they were out terrorizing other firsties like ourselves, we snuck into their compartment and put the powder in the first pair of underwear we found. Then we hid under the seats because as you all probably remember we were a little short so we fit under the seats. When they came back into their compartments they sat down and took their shoes off to relax, we worked our, shall I say, magic while they relaxed and ate their, or shall I say our, candy. When it came time for them to resume their terrorizing they left the compartment and we ran like there was no tomorrow. The next day, well, lets just say they were embarrassingly uncomfortable during breakfast and missed their first few classes and it took a few days for anyone to figure out we used muggle superglue so they had to get new shoes sent to them in the mail." People chuckled as George smiled at the memory. "I know, it's fairly juvenile but we were only eleven years old, we had not yet perfected our wiles. Now, who else has a story? Well? How about you Ronnie? Come on up here! That's a good boy!" George clapped Ron on the back and smiled gratefully as he was leaving the stage. "Make him proud little bro. Make us both proud," he said just loud enough for the front row to hear, which happened to be all the Weasley's and Harry. Mrs. Weasley sniffled and smiled and hugged George on his way back to his seat.

"Er, well, I guess that my story will be about the time that I became a prefect in school. It was the same year that Fred and George were inventing the Snackboxes. They had put up a sign in the Common room asking for volunteers to test the inventions for galleons. Hermione was pretty angry that they had put up the sign and told me that we needed to have a talk with them. Me, being the little wuss I was back then, made her do it on her own. She got pretty angry with me. But somehow Fred and George were able to still get a group of First years to test some product. They learned a lot that year, end the school year ended with a bang for them also. Literally, a very loud and castle shaking bang when they dropped the Portable Swamp in the hallway. People were talking about 'doing a Weasley' for weeks. It probably will be talked about for years, as the Weasley swamp. It probably didn't help that they actually kept a part of the swamp in the hallway instead of getting rid of it. Um, well that's my story, who's next?" Lee Jordan jumped up and ran to the dais.

"Ok, I remember the first time, or really the only time, the guys fought over a girl. It was in our Second year, and she was a Seventh year. Her name was Abigail Lewis." George groaned loudly which caused a few people to laugh. "Hey, mate, you said if it embarrassed you…Anyways, they had gotten to know her because they were tutored by her in Potions. They both got a crush on her, and got her a Valentine's gift that year. When they realized that they both liked her they got into a fight and nearly blew up Greenhouse three. While they were sitting in the hospital wing later Abby came to visit them and get some potion or other from Madam Pomfrey. They were yelling at each other from their separate beds, neither being able to get up, when she walked in. She heard their whole fight, and told them that she had a boyfriend who had already graduated, and besides, they were way too young for her. I think that day they learned a valuable lesson: Don't use Reducto and Inflamare together near the fertilizer," Lee chuckled as he walked away from the podium. Next in line to tell a story was Angelina.

"My story is kind of short. But Fred and I went together to the Yule Ball, as friends of course but, I remember dancing with him so wildly that people were scared to come near us. During one of his spectacular moves, he spun me around and accidentally let go. I was falling as I had tripped and he grabbed his wand and summoned me back to him, and we kept on dancing like it had never happened. Later people who saw, told me it was such a cool dance move. They had thought it was done on purpose! Fred just laughed and said that it took forever to get it right." People in the audience who had seen the dance move were laughing to themselves, remembering the surprisingly smooth accident. Angelina got down and several more stories were told by class mates and friends of Fred and George. After several long stories, the crowd was cracking up, sadness and grief forgotten. George glanced over to see Harry smiling at him, he nodded at him. Harry stood up and walked to the front and took a deep breath.

"The first time I ever saw Fred and George was at Kings Cross station. They were playing their Gred and Forge bit on their mother. I knew right then that they were ones to keep an eye on, probably didn't want to turn my back on. Then in Third year, when I wasn't allowed to go to Hogsmeade with the others, they showed me a secret passageway out of the castle. In my fourth year, they came with their dad and brother to pick me up from my relatives." George and Ron started to grin widely. Arthur groaned. "I see they all remember it well. See, Fred and George had just perfected their Ton-Tongue Toffee, and had their pockets full of them. Fred accidentally dropped a bunch in front of my relatives, when he knew that my cousin Dudley was on a diet. Dudley decided that he wanted to have a piece of candy so he ate it before we left. Needless to say, his tongue was…how long Mr. Weasley?" Harry was smiling.

"It was four feet long and bright purple by the time I was able to fix it," Arthur sighed and smiled. People were roaring with laughter by now. Harry stepped away and sat back down. The next person up was Ginny. She had been sniffling on and off through the laugh fest but now she had the mischievous glint in her eyes as she walked up to the podium.

"Well, my story is about the first year I was at Hogwarts. That year was pretty bad for me, but I could always count on my older brothers for a laugh. But at one point even they brought it too far. It was the year we had Lockhart for a defense teacher. He decided that we all needed a little festive cheer around Valentines Day and hired dwarves to deliver valentines to people. Fred and George knew I had a crush on Harry Potter so they made up a poem and sent it to him. Problem was it was a singing valentine and it was delivered in front of everyone. I was mortified, but I made up for it later when I dropped fifty chocolate frogs in their dormitory while they were out," Ginny laughed at George's expression.

"That was you? I dreamed I was being attacked by giant chocolate amphibians for weeks!" George's comment made everyone laugh even harder.

The stories went on for a while longer, but after a while everyone started to get hungry, and being in a room full of hungry Weasley's is not usually a fun time. So George stood up one last time in front of them all.

"Fred was the only person I knew who could laugh at anything, no matter how shockingly horrid, or surprisingly embarrassing. He was always the one who had an idea or an escape plan if one of our schemes went bad. If it weren't for Fred, who knows what kind of person I'd be today, especially with an older brother like Percy. I'm just kidding Perce, we loved you despite your more, erm, professional qualities.

"The world needs laughter. Fred and I started a joke shop in the middle of a war, because we believed that was when most people needed the escape of laughter and carefree childishness. Now the world is short one person to laugh and make it bright so we need to work extra hard, because Fred wouldn't have wanted us to wallow in our sorrow. So someone get the mead and let's have ourselves a party in Fred's honor!"

So everyone who came was invited to the Burrow for a small late afternoon lunch. Many people came and stayed for a while. Fleur's family showed up for a short time to share their condolences. Everyone told more stories about the twins and about growing up with them or going to school with them. People were laughing until they cried, but Harry noticed that no matter how much he smiled or laughed at someone's memory, George's smiles and laughter never truly made it to his eyes.

Long after the last guest left, Harry and Ginny were sitting outside under the stars. It was the last night that Bill, Fleur, and Percy were staying at the house. The next day they were all going home to their own houses. Charlie was planning on staying another week before traveling back to Romania. As Harry and Ginny were laying in the grass, they heard the door open and saw several figures come out and head towards them.

"Ok, we're coming over there, stop doing anything indecent that we would not want to see!" Charlie yelled at them through the darkness. Ginny giggled and rolled Harry over and sat on top of him and began snogging him senseless. As her brother's neared they saw them making out and shouted.

"Oi! What did I just say! Great, now I have to kick his arse!" Charlie said menacingly.

"Shit!" Harry rolled out from under Ginny, jumped up, and started to run, but stopped when he heard laughter behind him. Ginny was chuckling and stood up next to him.

"He was just joking, Harry. Weren't you brother of mine, because if your weren't, and you were implying that I need you to fight my battles for me, I may have to teach you a lesson." She pulled out her wand and twirled it, creating sparks that lit up their faces, which suddenly looked terrified.

"Nope, I was totally joking. I would never hurt a hair on poor Harry's head, now would I Harry? Right? Wasn't I just saying the other night that I thought you and Ginny should get married and have lots of babies? Right Harry, mate?" Charlie said staring at his sisters wand. The other guys laughed at him and backed away.

"Sorry, mate, but I'm not going to incur the wrath of Ginny, by protecting you. Sorry I like my face hex free. Besides, I don't quite remember the other night very well, really it's all a haze," Harry smirked. The others laughed harder.

"You're a smart man Harry. You don't want to piss off, little Gin-Gin, she's a right little old devil when she's angry," George said and ducked behind Percy as Ginny shot a leg-flailing jinx at him, which hit Percy instead.

"Ahh! George, I'll get you back for that! You did that on purpose!" Percy moaned from the ground. He waved his wand over his jerking legs and mumbled the counter jinx and stood up. Ron chuckled and Hermione poked him in the ribs. There was still a little animosity between the youngest brother and his obstinate older brother.

"Well, what did you all want? Harry and I were having a nice talk, and we'd like to return to it," Ginny said with her arms crossed.

"Oh, talking? Is that what you call it now?" George chuckled and ducked behind Percy again, and once again Percy was hit with a spell and was on the ground now laughing hysterically. Everyone burst out laughing and Hermione said the counter jinx this time. Percy jumped up from the ground and began to chase George around the yard. Bill turned to Ginny and Harry chuckling.

"Actually, we were going to play a night game of Quidditch and we need two more. Percy and Hermione are both scared of heights, and Fleur isn't feeling well. How about it?" Harry and Ginny looked at each other and grinned.

"Well, it would be nice to be on a broom again, seeing as I lost my broom during the rescue from the Dursley's." Ginny, Ron and George looked at him in shock.

"You lost a Firebolt? How do you loose a Firebolt?" Ron asked with wide eyes.

"Well, seeing as how, I was trying to stay alive, and they had hit Hedwig with a killing curse I wasn't exactly worrying about my broom falling from the sidecar, which had been blasted from the bike, with me in it, falling from the sky." Harry hadn't told anyone about what had happened that night except for the details needed.

"Harry, we figured something had happened to Hedwig, since she wasn't seen after that night. But why didn't you say anything about your broom?" Hermione asked him.

"Well, I figured that between Mad-Eye's death and George's ear, my broom being lost was the least of everyone's problem. Look, lets just forget about it, ok? It was almost a year ago, I honestly had forgotten about the broom till now. Why don't we just go play Quidditch, ok?" Harry stalked off towards the broom shed leaving the others behind. Ginny looked at the others and shrugged and went after her boyfriend.

"Well, you heard the man, let's play some Quidditch!" Ron shouted and everyone else ran for the shed. Soon, everyone who was playing was in the air, leaving Fleur, Hermione, and Percy on the ground to watch. Soon, Arthur and Molly joined them to watch the game.

"Ok, listen up, we have two teams, each team has three players. Since it's night no one would be able to see a snitch unless it was hitting them in the face, we'll forgo the Seeker position. I don't feel like being a beater tonight, so I'll be a chaser. Harry, I remember Oliver saying you hit a bludger through a target fifty feet away on your first try, so why don't you be a beater. Anyone want a particular position, say it now." Five minutes later positions were as is: Ron-Keeper, Bill- Keeper, Ginny-Chaser, George- Chaser, Harry-Beater, and Charlie-Beater.

"Ok, now that we have that settled," he glared at Charlie who had wanted to be Keeper instead of Bill and had held up the game. "We can choose captains. I personally think the Chasers should be captains since they fly around the most, does anyone second me?" Ginny said Aye, as did Harry. Everyone else nodded their heads just to get the game moving. "Ok, Captains let's pick our teams. Keepers first, I choose Bill."

"I guess that leaves me with Ron, I get to choose next though, I chose Harry as our beater," Ginny smiled.

"Well of course you'd pick him. Ickle boyfriend would be sad if you didn't. Ok, well that leaves me with Charlie then. Now team meeting to pick names!" The group broke up and got into their teams.

"Ok, Harry, Ron any name ideas?" Ginny said softly. Ron shrugged.

"I don't know, they're all older than us, how about the Youngins?" Harry laughed loudly and they hushed him.

"Ok, Ron, I like it. We're the Youngins. Team…Break!" They wandered back to the center of the field and met up with the older team.

"Ok, we noticed something while we were discussing, We are all older than you guys so we based out name on it. We are the Not-So-Youngins." Harry, Ginny, and Ron all stared at George open mouthed. "What? Surely we didn't take your name?" George smirked.

"You cheater, you know you didn't exactly take our name, but you couldn't come up with your own so you made a play off ours," Ginny pouted. Harry grinned.

"We're the Whippersnappers." Ron and Ginny grinned at him and the older brothers smiled.

"Ok, you whippersnappers. Let's get flying! Mum, Dad, you guys keep track of score. First team to a hundred wins, ok?" George yelled across the lawn and saw Arthur wave. Everyone mounted their brooms and flew into the air. Ron and Bill flew to their respective hoop, which was just muggle hoola-hoop's tied on a tree at each end of the field. Ginny and George shock hands and Percy threw the Quaffle into the air and the game began.

Ginny being a real chaser, was able to get the ball first and took off towards Bill. Harry, seeing Charlie aim the one Bludger at her, flew at top speed on his broom at him. Charlie not expecting a full on charge missed the ball and nearly dove out of Harry's way. Harry took the advantage and hit the Bludger at Bill and missed but only because Bill saw it coming and swerved. Bill's swerve gave Ginny the opening she needed and Team Whippersnapper drew first blood.

"Wow, Harry, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you actually played Beater," George yelled. Harry smirked and shouted back.

"Well, I wish I could say the same but you obviously aren't Chaser material!" George gave a mock offended face and dove for the Quaffle. Ginny who was laughing didn't see him dive in time and wasn't able to reach the red ball in time. The game was back on.

George dove and flew at the brooms top speed at Ron, who huffed and stood his ground. Harry gained possession of the Bludger and hit it towards George who ducked it and kept flying. Charlie nabbed the black ball and hit it towards Ron, trying to do the same thing Harry had done to Bill, but Ron, being a fairly experienced Keeper, knew that trick. Ron flew backwards a short ways and reached out and caught the Bludger as it whizzed passed, and at the same time George threw the Quaffle towards the ring. Ron reached the Bludger out and Deflected the red ball away from the ring, effectively blocking the ring.

"How the bloody hell did you catch that ball with out breaking something?" Charlie shouted.

"Believe me, my hand hurts pretty badly right now. It's not a move I do a lot. But it works," Ron shouted back.

The game went on for another hour and was at 90-80 in favor of the Not-So-Youngins. Ginny called for a time out and Harry and Ron flew to meet her near their hoop.

"Ok, here's what I think we should do…" Ginny started, but Harry stopped her and pointed towards the other team and then at the ground where they could see a thin, long string.

"Muffliato. There now they can't hear us," Harry grinned. Ron chuckled when they heard groans from the other side.

"Ok, so here's what we should do. Let them get the ball, and when they get close to Ron, we execute the…Whippersnapper charge," Ginny giggled. "Hopefully George will be surprised by all three of us flying at him and he'll drop the Quaffle I'll dive for it and go for Bill. Ron, you'll have to turn back and get back to the goal just in case. If this works we'll be tied. Harry after this you be the best damn beater ever and try and take out Bill or George. I'll say when we start to charge, Harry when you see me following George towards Ron head that way fast. Ok? Hands in." They all placed their hands in a circle and all three shouted, "Whippersnappers!" The game commenced.

Ginny and George hovered in the middle of the field and Percy once again threw the ball up, Ginny flew forward and convincingly missed the ball and George zoomed off towards Ron. Harry, seeing that their plan was underway, headed closer to Ron. Ginny saw that her team was in position, turned and faced George and shouted "Go!" Ron, Harry, and Ginny all flew at George. George, shocked for a second, saw that Ron had left the Goal. He kept flying at the trio and at last second dove under them. Ron knew what had happened only a second before the one-eared red-head dove. Ron did a magnificent back flip in order to try and out fly George to his goal. George was a mere yard in front of Ron when he shot and Ron yelled as he dove for the goal. The group on the ground all stood up and watched as the ball soared straight through the center of the goal.

"Yeah! We Won! We won! Team Not-So-Youngins! Woo-hoo!" George was screaming and flying towards Bill and Charlie who had stopped moving in order to see the trio charge their chaser. When they realized that they were the winners they flew to the ground and did a happy dance together, while the Whippersnappers landed, looking defeated.

"Awe, did you three really think that silly little ploy would work on me? I've been playing Quidditch since before you were in school!" George taunted with a smile on his face. Bill and Charlie plopped down on the ground.

"Well, I'm wiped out. I haven't played in a long time. Guess I'm a bit out of shape," Bill sighed.

"No kidding, I'm knackered. It's been way too long since I played," Charlie groaned. Everyone laughed and headed inside.

"Why don't we have some desert before bed, ok?" Mrs. Weasley said as she headed towards the house. Inside everyone was treated to a large piece of chocolate cake and a tall icy glass of milk. After the cake was devoured, everyone said goodnight and went to their separate rooms.

Bill was just putting his pants on a chair by the desk when Fleur came into the room from the bathroom. He hugged her and kissed his before they both climbed into bed and said Nox. Bill sighed and cuddled next to his wife.

"Bill? Can we talk for moment?" Fleur said softly. He sat up and whispered Lumos.

"What is it, dear?" She looked into his eyes and smiled.

"I have a secret," she giggled. He raised his eyebrows and played along.

"What kind of secret?" he asked.

"Guess," she smiled innocently.

"Um, you…want to move back to France?" he guessed the wildest thing he could think of. She shook her head.

"Erm, you want to fool around?" he asked playfully. She mock gasped and in a fake stern voice said, "Mister Weasley, you are incorrigible. No, that is not the answer. Guess again," she smiled devilishly.

"Um, I don't know, what?" Bill gave up. She pouted for a moment and then smiled. She wiggled her pointer finger to get him to lean in.

"I'm pregnant," she whispered in his ear. He sat back with wide eyes and gaping mouth. She giggled and placed his hand on her flat stomach. He looked from her eyes to his hand and back to her face.

"P-Pregnant? Like, as in, with a…baby pregnant? When, h-how?" she put a finger to his lips to quiet him.

"I am pregnant, yes, as in with a baby. Do you remember when Fred…Fred's spirit came to say goodbye?" He nodded as tears welled up in his eyes. "Well, he whispered in my ear that I was about two weeks pregnant. Not even enough for me to notice. He asked that I wait until after his funeral to tell anyone." She smiled at her husband and he smiled back.

"A baby. Our baby. We…we're going to be parents. We're going to be parents!" Bill was steadily getting louder so Fleur hushed him.

"Bill, I would like to keep it a secret for at least another week. Veela's first trimester of pregnancy can be very tricky. Is that okay with you?" She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and pouty lips that he could just not say no too.

"Ok, but only for a week, alright?" She nodded. "I can't believe we're going to be parents! I wonder what it'll be, boy or girl. Probably a boy." He looked out in space daydreaming about their child.

"Oh? What if it's a girl? Would you be disappointed?" Fleur frowned. Bill looked over at her in surprise.

"No! I would love a girl, it's just that, well, Ginny has been the only Weasley girl born in a few generations. It's pretty rare for a Weasley to have a girl. But I would love a girl all the same," Bill explained surprised. They sat up and talked about the baby for a while then happily went to sleep in each others arms.

Over the next week, plans were made for the four teens to travel to Australia to find Hermione's parents and then to find Harry's relatives. Mr. Weasley got permission for an international Portkey to and from Australia from Kingsley. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny spent some time getting Grimmauld Place ready for guests. Kingsley and McGonagall had come by the Burrow and talked to Harry about his relatives. He now knew that they had been taken to Minnesota in the USA. It was a semi-remote place, small suburb type of town. Vernon and Petunia had both been set up with jobs and Dudley was going to a local high school. Their house on Privet Drive had been sealed off and was awaiting them to return. Harry and his friends planned on settling the Granger's down in Grimmauld place and then leaving for America the next day. They would spend a week in Minnesota, letting the Dursley's pack up their belongings and finish work and school before Portkeying back to Privet Drive where the four would apparate back to Grimmauld Place. Plans set, the four spent the week of mourning and relaxing as best they could.

A/N: Well, ch. 12 was a hard one to write and I'm experiencing a little writers block, so the updates will still be coming, they just might be a little farther in between. I wanted Fred's funeral to be a little lighthearted the last two chapters had some pretty big tear jerkers in them so I left the teary-ness out of this one. How did I do on the Quidditch? I'm not a sporty person so I'm not sure how I did there. Review people! It means so much to hear what others think.