A/N: Soo sorry about not updating! -bangs head against wall-

Also, I don't know how gramophones work, so I guessed!

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN.

Black

Shoes

Statue of a Peacock

Gramophone

It was our anniversary.

Arthur and I had been married fifteen long, hard, glorious years.

"Mum, we're having an anniversary party for you," Bill told me. He was only twelve at the time, but he'd planned everything—it comes from being eldest of seven.

"Ginny's only two! I can't—"

"Quiet, Mum," and he was off to plan with Charlie.

"Arthur," I said a moment later, as I stepped into the kitchen and found my husband there, "Bill insists we are having an anniversary party."

"Thank Merlin. I wanted one, but I was sure you wouldn't like the idea after everything."

"Arthur!" I scolded. He laughed.

Then he put down his cup—Merlin knows what he was drinking, most likely a Muggle beverage—and stood. He grabbed me around the waist and spun me around. Then he kissed me. I laughed. "We're still young, Mollywobbles!"

"Therefore I'll wear my black sparkly dress, Arthur Weasley!" I said into his ear. He laughed and waggled his eyebrows.

"You look scrumptious in that dress, my dear," he told me. "And I shall wear my black shoes—the shiny ones. We will have a black shiny-and-sparkly theme, and invite the whole world! Xeno Lovegood and his wife Maria and daughter Luna, my crazy brother Bilius, our coworkers, Amos Diggory and company, I could go on!"

"We have that many friends?" I joked.

"Naturally," he said jovially. "After all, my dearest, you are drop-dead gorgeous." I swatted him on the chest and he kissed me again.

It's times like these when I do feel young.

Our party was on the exact date of our marriage: June twenty-sixth. It was a beautiful night, and Bill, Charlie, and some adults—no one told us who they were—had planned the party outside.

"Look, Mum!" Charlie ran inside the house, where Arthur and I were being held hostage until the party started, Bill at his heels.

"Hmm?" I asked, looking up from my knitting.

Charlie held a moderately sized ice statue. It was—and this is unbelievable—of a peacock. I laughed aloud.

"That's beautiful, dear," Arthur said with a grin.

"Do you like it, Mummy?" asked Bill.

"I love it, Billie. Thank you, both of you!" And I hugged them tightly.

"Mr. L—I mean, The Adult made it with magic! That's why I can carry it. It's really light!"

Arthur and I looked at each other. A new clue! "Thanks for showing it to us, boys," said Arthur.

I nodded and smiled at the two of them, and they rushed back outside, intoxicated with their success.

I got up from the rocking chair I was sitting in and went to Arthur. I hugged him.

"I love you, my lovely Mollywobbles," he told me. I looked at him for a long time, remembering the first time he'd said that.

"I love you two, Arthur. I love you so much."

It was a cold, snowy winter's night. We sat in Muriel's hallway, only five of us (Ron—but I was in denial that he was gone, Percy—I can't go on, Charlie--in Romania, and Bill--at Shell Cottage, though Merlin only knows why he stayed), huddled together. Arthur pulled out a shiny black gramophone. I gasped. It was such an old thing!

"Where did you get that, Dad?" asked Ginny.

"It's been around," he said with a shrug. "It'll cheer us up. Ginny, you were about—two, I'd guess. This is for Bill…" and he switched it on.

"Mum and Dad, we're so happy you got married. After all, the amazing William Arthur Weasley wouldn't be here without you."

Laughter.

"Charlie, Perce and I wanted to host this party for you because we love you so much, and we appreciate you, even if Perce is too wrapped up in books and Charlie is too rough-and-tumble for you, Mum, and I—well, I'm your little Billie." So Bill.

Applause. Sound of someone standing. "This is for Mum and Dad also because we love you so much, like Bill said, and, well, I could never give too many hugs or kisses or tell you I loved you too many times." Charlie's most eloquent speech…at ten.

"Um…yeah. I did write that, Mum, Perce didn't, I swear! Okay, well, Bill helped with the wording, and Percy came up with the general idea, but I so wrote it. Look!"

Sound of paper rustling, laughter.

Tears overflowed as I hugged my three children tightly. "Oh, Fred, George, Ginny!" I wailed.

It was our anniversary we were hearing. And none of the three of them were with me right now. I sobbed quietly as I listened long to more of it—Percy's speech.

"Um, Mum, Dad, I did totally half-write Charlie's, you know. Anyway, I really love both of you, 'cause you brought me into this world, and you're the best parents anyone could ask for.

"And no matter what, no matter if I fight with you, no matter when I move out, know that I will always think of you. I will always miss you when I'm away, and no matter how many disagreements we have, I'll always love you, and I'll always come back to you. I love you. To Mum and Dad!" Amazing for a seven or eight year old.

Glasses clinking. Thunderous applause. "WE LOVE YOU MOLLY AND ARTHUR!" is somewhere in there. The noise is deafening.

I blinked some more tears from my eyes as Ginny hugged me back tightly. Arthur came and sat next to me, kissing me on the cheek.

"Arthur," I whispered, burying my face in his black shirt, "black is a mourning colour."

"Yes. It is, isn't it? But it wasn't when you wore your sparkly black dress and I wore my shiny black shoes."

"There's a war on now, Arthur. Everything's a mourning colour."