Disclaimer: So not mine. Like, at all.

We emerge, a little bit, erm, happier from the kitchen, thankfully not running into anyone else getting up to hanky panky in the corridor.

I straighten up my ruffled clothing a bit, and I see Harry try to flatten his hair a bit. I roll my eyes.

"I don't know why you bother," I say to him kind of snappishly. "It's never going to lie flat, no matter what the hell you do to it."

"You're the one who always said you like the way it makes me look dashing," he shoots back, and I back down.

He has me pegged.

Harry opens the door for me, and I duck through. I stand there though, and he runs into me.

"What the hell, Gin?" Harry says, and I glare at him.

"Why are they," I wave my hand at the family, "all still congregated out here like it's a bloody wedding?"

"Well," Harry says, using his deeply sarcastic voice, "that's what happens when the family has a party. Everybody comes."

Thank you, genius.

"I'm not stupid," I begin a little speech here, when I hear another voice.

"Coulda fooled the rest of us," Teddy says on his way out the door, Victoire accompanying him.

"Don't be such a prat," Victoire says to him, and gives him a little smack on the shoulder. A girl after my own heart.

"Abuse," Teddy says with a grin, and she just rolls her eyes.

"Abuse is what I would call the way you treat your godmother," she says grumpily, but we can all see that she's just teasing.

"Well," Teddy smirks, "technically she's not my godmother. So it's more of a bullying thing than abuse."

Victoire and I roll our eyes at the same time. Pah.

We follow them out to the yard, and everyone turns to look at us. All the others are already there, and we are the last little cluster to arrive.

James is practically bouncing with excitement, and I can see that both he and Fred hope that they're picked. Weird little children. Strange that they are some of the oldest, really, neither are very mature.

Wonder who they get that from?

I mean, seriously. This whole party is basically an excuse for all the parents to act like we're the ten-year-olds again. Merlin.

By the way, my life as a ten-year-old was awful. Ron had left me to my own devices, or so he said, but he pretty much had left me at the mercy of my mother. She made me knit scarves!

I have always been the worst knitter in the world. Surprisingly, Percy has always been the best at it other than Mum, but he hides that little secret for he doesn't think it's manly enough. Psh. I would love a man who could knit everything for the kids!

Fleur and Bill are standing together, talking in hushed voices. All the other families are beginning to corrall their kids around them.

James and Fred are running through, just making general trouble and chaos. Angelina grabs Fred by the back of the shirt, and pulls him into the George Weasley Family Huddle.

She is a very smart woman.

Except for the whole she-married-George thing. That was rather dumb. She should have known what her kids would turn out like.

Therefore, I follow in her footsteps as James rushes through the crowd past us.

"NO YOU DON'T!" I yell, and yank him to where Harry and I are standing. Somehow, Harry has mysteriously caught Lily, and she's giggling as he tickles her. James, of course, doesn't want to be left out, and begs Harry to tickle him.

And really, who can resist that little devil?

Al is the calm child, walking towards me without any real struggle. I love middle kids. They are so much more... normal. And easier to deal with.

But way sneakier. They kind of have to be.

Mum is looking very grumpy from her place next to Dad. I expect she's jealous of the task that the rest of us have when we gather the children. I bet she misses it.

I don't think I will. Everyone always says to treasure when your kids are kids, but personally I think that's the worst time. They're huggable and cuddleable and cute, but they can be very bratty. Take Dom for instance.

Then again, what do you expect when Fleur's her mother? It's that ornery Veela blood coming out in them.

Though I wish I could turn into a bird. That would be stellar.

I seriously need to learn to not get so distracted. I think it's the fact that I'm a very perceptive person that messes me up, you know.

George goes up and he's holding his wand up to his mouth. Oh dear. I know what this means.

"IT IS TIME," George yells, and everyone goes silent, "TIME FOR THE ANNUAL WEASLEY PRANK PICKING! I WILL NOW COMMENCE TO PICK THE TARGET."

I love the way he actually states what he's doing. I mean, when you are picked you either take it stride, or go and hid in the corner.

There's only two extremes, and nothing at all in between.

Everyone is hushed, as if waiting for their fate. Fred looks ridiculously excited, and Rose looks very annoyed. Her mother's genes coming out in her.

Rose and Hermione have the exact same expression on their faces, one of crinkly noses and furrowed eyebrows.

Harry is stiff next to me, and I can see that James is just as excited as Fred. Lily isn't really showing any emotion, just kind of scuffing her shoes in the grass and getting the white parts a vibrant green. Al's face is like a blank slate, cleared of all emotion. I'm kind of worried about him, he's getting more keep-everything-bottled-up like Harry every day. Why can't they just be like the rest of us, and get their damn emotions out there?

Damn it, George, hurry up the process!

Ron is going up, carrying the hat solemnly. It looks like a funeral procession of some kind, the speed he's walking at.

George and Ron have always loved dramatics.

But seriously, how much slower can you walk?

He's giving Victoire a run for her money in the family's slowest walk contest. I mean, Merlin! And Victoire's been winning since she was three!

Even the kids are getting antsy.

"GET A MOVE ON!" Hugo shouts out at his father. Thank you, my dear boy.

Ron just shoots him a pissed off look, but does speed up just a teensy bit.

George has an equally serious expression on his face, and Ron finally gets to where George is standing.

Ron being Ron, and a bloody idiot who has watched too many movies with his children, holds up the hat in typical Lion King fashion.

Funny how I know that.

Hermione rolls her eyes at her husband. Good. At least she's annoyed at his theatrics.

Everyone else just cheers, and I hear a little voice singing the song from that moment. Lucy. I forgot how much she loved that movie.

Hermione's influence has changed us all. And I suppose the aftermath of the war helped out too. A lot of people I know now watch movies. I mean, they are one of the smartest things that Muggles have ever come up with! I bet Draco-bloody-Malfoy lets his kid watch Disney!

At our house, the kids watched Disney movies all the time until something very tragic happened. Lily came to the sudden realization that Mufasa died, and that was the end of her Disney love. For a couple of years afterward, we couldn't even turn the Lion King on without tears. Thank Merlin she's not terrified of it anymore.

Of course, George can't reach the hat when it's up that high. He has to quickly magic up a chair, upon which he stands.

"AND THE TARGET IS..." He looks around at all of us, "DRUMROLL FIRST PLEASE!"

Everyone begins clapping their hands or patting their knees. Just to be different, I stomp my feet. Harry copies me, the little bugger.

Hmph. Stealing my individualiy like that.

George seems satisfied with the drumroll, and commences with the picking.

"AND THE TARGET IS..." His hand delves deep into the hat, and fishes around for a second. Then he pulls it out, painstakingly slowly.

"ALBUS POTTTTTER!" He cries, and everyone cheers in excitement.

I turn and look at my son, the meaning of this not sinking through yet.

His face changes from fear, to a bubbling excitement.

Oh crap.

Harry's looking at me, and there is a very big grin spread across his face.

Seriously. I'm an idiot.

Remember that promise I made to Al?

Yeah?

Well, it looks like I'm going to have to honour it.

AN

Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year! I most likely won't update until the New Year, but if I feel really inspired on the 27th or something... well, you never know! Please review, and give me your opinions on Ginny's character, everyone else, and my use of sarcasm. Constructive criticism is always welcome!