Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I'd've went to England for March break instead of lazing about my house.
Chapter Four
Birthday Truths
Normal POV
Sunday, December 28, 2003
Alex and Sam's 11th birthday
"Alexandra Audrey Marie Weasley! Samantha Audrey Eleanor Weasley! Get down here this instant!" Molly Weasley bellowed up the stairs.
"I wonder what we've done this time," Alex said, sighing.
"I dunno, you haven't done anything in the last hour, have you?" Sam asked.
"Nope. You?"
"Nada."
The girls got off their beds and began heading down the stairs.
Five years had past since Fred had died, and the girls were no longer small. Both already taller than Molly, Ginny, and Hermione, and their flaming red hair was still waist-length. When they were older, everyone could tell they would be very pretty, but there was no point in telling them that, they would ignore you until you changed the subject. Nothing much had changed to The Burrow in the past five years, except Alex and Sam were the only kids still living there on a regular basis. Ginny and Ron had moved out when they had married. It had taken Alex and Sam a year to get used to the silence.
They found Molly at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for them.
"Yes, Mum?" they chorused.
"Maybe you could tell me why all the chickens are pink?" Molly asked.
"The chickens are pink?" Sam asked enthusiastically. Alex elbowed her. "Ow. I mean, the chickens are pink?"
"Yes, now tell me what you did, so I can go undo it," Molly said.
"Now, Mum, why would we turn the chickens pink? We hate pink. Never mind that, how're we supposed to have done it? We don't have wands," Alex said.
"I don't know! Something from the shop, maybe?"
"Is George here?"
"Yes."
"George?" Alex called.
"Yes?"
"Is there anything in the shop that would turn chickens pink?"
"Nope."
"Anyway, we couldn't have done, we've been in our room for the last hour," Sam said.
Bang. Bang. BANG.
Someone was knocking on the door.
"Molly Weasley, you had better open this door, or I'll blast it open!" a voice shouted, it was female. Molly recognised the voice.
"Go to your room, now!"
"Mum, what's going on? Who is that?" Alex asked.
"I'll explain later, just go to your room! Hurry!"
They turned and ran up the stairs, planning on eavesdropping with Extendable Ears. Molly, guessing what they were planning, pointed her wand up the stairs and said, "Accio Extendable Ears."
"Hey!"
"You can have them back after," Molly called, hastily stuffing the flesh-coloured strings into her pockets. She walked to the front door, and answered it. Ivy Winfield stood there. She was an elderly looking woman, with grey hair, but she stood tall and proud and her hazel eyes were alive. She looked perfectly calm for someone who had just threatened to blast the door open.
"Hullo, Ivy, would you like to come in, and have a cup of tea?" Molly asked politely, while wondering how Ivy Winfield had found where they lived.
"Thank you, Molly, I would, and yes, I will have a cup of tea," Ivy said, entering The Burrow. Molly led her to the kitchen. Ivy sat down as Molly made the tea. Ivy only spoke again when Molly had handed Ivy her tea, and Molly herself was seated.
"Where are my granddaughters?" Ivy asked, her voice sharp.
"Excuse me?" Molly spluttered.
"You heard me, where are my granddaughters?" Ivy repeated.
"Ivy, it's been eleven years to the day since they died," Molly said.
"Nonsense, I saw them working at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes," Ivy said. Molly sighed.
"How do you know it was Alexandra and Samantha?"
"Because they look just like Grant," Ivy answered. Molly sighed again, there was no denying that.
"So, why've you come?"
"I've come to take them back to Winfield Manor," Ivy said. George, who had walked in at that moment to get a drink, stared at Ivy.
"You're what?"
"I'm going to take them back to Winfield Manor, and I don't see what concern it is of yours. Who are you, anyway?" Ivy said coolly.
"George Weasley, owner of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. And it is my concern, I'm their godfather."
"How old are you?" Ivy asked.
"Twenty-five," George answered.
"George, I'll handle this," Molly said, firmly.
"But–"
"I'll handle this," Molly repeated, pointing to the sitting the room. George headed back to the sitting room, and was pulling out an Extendable Ear, when Molly raised her wand, and said, "Accio Extendable Ears."
"Why would you take them to Winfield Manor?"
"Now that I know about them, there's no need for them to live in destitution."
"Destitution?"
"Of course, I mean Audrey was very poor before she married Grant."
"Audrey wasn't poor, she worked as a Healer," Molly said defensively.
"She was the only one in her family I could stand, Arthur with his Muggle obsession, and Bilius, well, Bilius was odd, let's leave it at that," Ivy said with distaste.
"Ivy, they don't even know who Audrey and Grant are," Molly said.
"You haven't told them? Why ever not?"
"We were going to tell them later, after everyone left," Molly said.
"After everyone left?"
"Yes, today is their eleventh birthday, and everyone's coming over for dinner, and we're going to tell them after dinner," Molly explained with forced calm, this woman was starting to get on her nerves. "And everyone will be arriving soon, so I suggest you leave."
"Fine. I will be back in one week for them. Molly, how long did you expect this to last? My twin grandsons are at Hogwarts in their third year, they would see them at Hogwarts and know who they are. And it's my custodial right as their grandmother, I'm their legal guardian."
"Actually, you'll find George is. Now, goodbye," Molly said, opening the back door. Ivy got up, and stomped out of the house, and Disapparated.
"Mum, who was that?" Alex asked.
"No one, dear," Molly said, with a smile.
"So, when's everyone coming?" Sam asked.
"Soon," Molly replied.
"Is Harry bringing Teddy?" Alex inquired.
"I imagine so," Molly said. "Now, out! I have a lot of food to prepare. Out!"
Alex and Sam scurried from the kitchen, and joined George in the sitting room.
"Hey, George," Alex said, flopping on the couch next to him.
"Hey, Alex, hey, Sam," George replied. "So, what was that about pink chickens?"
"Mum accused us of turning the chickens pink," Alex said lightly.
"And did you?"
"'Course not," Sam said easily. "Why would we? We detest pink."
"Anyway, that's not important. What's important is whether or not you know what today is," Alex said.
"Exactly," Sam agreed.
"Today? Today? Nope, nothing rings a bell for today," George said.
"Sam, he doesn't know what today is!" Alex said in mock alarm.
"Well, we can't have that! Can we, Alex?"
"No, we can't, especially since we celebrate it on the same day every year, but it's worse this year, isn't it, Sam?"
"Yes."
"Why is it worse?" George asked.
"Because it's an extra special day," Sam explained.
"You know what I think?" Alex asked, looking at her sister seriously.
"What?"
"I think we should punish him for not remembering," Alex answered.
"How?"
"Well, for one thing, we'll stop visiting, and we won't work at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes," Alex said.
"D'you know, I think a hug will help me remember," George said, holding his arms open. The girls laughed, and gave him a hug.
"Okay, so what's today?" Alex asked.
"It's your eleventh birthday," George said. "Nine months 'til you're off to Hogwarts."
"So, what did you get us?" Sam asked eagerly.
"That's for me to know, and you to find out," George said.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Would one of you kindly answer the door?" Molly called from the kitchen.
"We've got it," Alex and Sam said in unison. They opened the door to find to Harry and Ginny standing there, and five year old Teddy with Weasley red hair next to them.
"Hey, guys," Alex greeted. "Hey, Teddy."
"Happy birthday," Ginny said.
"Thanks," Alex and Sam said simultaneously, as they stepped aside to let them in.
"Who is it?" Molly shouted from the kitchen.
"It's us, Mum," Ginny called.
"Oh. Is Teddy with you?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
"Can we go outside and fly?" Teddy asked eagerly. "Please?"
"Can't ask us, we're only eleven," Alex told him.
"Yeah, we have no jurisdiction over you," Sam added.
"What does juris- juris- what does that word mean?" Teddy asked.
"We have no control over you, you'll have to ask someone who does, like Harry," Alex explained.
"Oh. Harry, can I go outside and fly with Alex and Sam?" Teddy asked his godfather.
"If it's all right with Molly, and you're on the Cleansweep Eleven," Harry said sternly.
Teddy ran into the kitchen, followed by Alex and Sam. Alex covered his mouth with her hand before he could speak.
"Mum, Teddy wants to know if Sam and I can go outside for a bit on our brooms and he on Ron's old Cleansweep Eleven?" Alex asked.
Molly glanced outside before answering, "When it gets dark, you come straight in, all right?"
"Okay."
The girls ran quickly to their jackets, put them on, jammed their hats on, pulled on their gloves, shoved on their boots, and yanked the door open, and bolted to the broom shed with Teddy following in their wake. They opened the broom shed, and extracted their old Cleansweep Twelves that had been given to them from Fred and George when they had turned five. Alex pulled out the Cleansweep Eleven for Teddy.
"D'you wanna race?" Alex asked him.
"Okay!"
The three of them mounted their broomsticks. "On the count of three, then," Sam said. "One… two… three!"
They kicked off from the ground hard, and took off, Teddy not that far behind Alex and Sam. Alex and Sam won, Teddy didn't complain, this was the only place he was allowed on a broomstick; his grandmother was afraid he'd hurt himself.
Eventually, after many more races, the sky grew dark. They landed in front of the broom shed, and dismounted. They put the brooms back into the shed, and went inside. Alex and Sam put their jackets away, kicked off their boots, and helped Teddy out of his things before heading into the sitting room. Everyone was there. Little Victoire, who is only three years old, came running over. Alex picked her up.
"Hey, there, Vicki," Alex said, knowing it would bug her.
"Alex, my name's not VICKI!" Victoire cried indignantly. "It's Victoire."
"I know, I'm just bugging you. Can I call you Tori?"
"No."
"How 'bout Pipsqueak?"
"Nuh-uh."
"What about Victoire?"
"Nope," Victoire said, and then she realised what she had said. "Hey! You tricked me!"
"I always snag you there, jolie petite fille," Alex said, using the teeny amount of French she knew.
Sam looked around, Bill was watching her sister tease Victoire. Fleur, six months pregnant, sat next to him, holding Dominique. Arthur and Percy were talking, probably something about the Ministry. Hermione, Audrey (Percy's wife), and Angelina were discussing the upcoming wedding. Harry, Ginny, Ron, and George were discussing Quidditch.
"What did you call me, Alex?" Victoire asked.
"I said pretty little girl," Alex said.
"Oh."
"D'you know how old I am today?" Alex asked her. Victoire shook her head. "Let's try an easier question, what's your sister's name?"
"Dominique."
"Very good. How old are you?"
"Three."
"How old is Teddy?"
"Five."
"So, how old am I?"
"I don't know," Victoire said with a smile.
"I'm eleven!" Alex said, tickling Victoire. "You know what that means?"
"What?"
"I go to Hogwarts in September."
"Really? But I don't want you to go."
"I'll write to you everyday," Alex said.
"But I can't read!"
"Your mum or dad can read them to you then."
"Okay."
"Dinner's ready!" Molly called. Alex, Sam, Teddy, and Victoire beat everyone into the dining room. Alex and Sam sat next to each other, with Teddy next to Sam, and Victoire next to Alex. The adults filed in. George sat across from the twins, Bill sat next to his daughter, Ginny sat next to Teddy, with Harry next to her, Fleur next to her husband, Molly and Arthur sat next to each other, Ron and Hermione sat next to George, Angelina on his other side, with Percy and Audrey next to Angelina.
Dinner was enjoyable. Alex and Sam got into an argument with Ginny on who the Holyhead Harpies had to look out for.
"I'm telling you, it's the Arrows!" Alex said.
"No, it's the Wanderers," Ginny said.
"What about the Cannons?" Ron suggested. Everyone who followed Quidditch snorted.
"The Cannons? The last time they won the League was in 1892! That was a hundred and eleven years ago!" Sam said. "You just want it to be the Cannons 'cause they're your favourite team."
"Yeah, but come March, they'll be playing to make it into the finals for the European Cup," Alex said. "Nervous, Ginny?"
"A little. So which European team d'you think I have to look out for?"
"Either the Vultures or the Bombers," Sam said.
"Mm… your Keeper's going to have to look out for the Bombers' Chasers," Alex added.
"I think she already knows that," Ginny said.
"Hey, you asked for advice, and we're just giving it," Alex said.
"Cake!" Molly announced. She brought in a cake in the form of two crossed wands, with chocolate icing, of course. On it, Molly had written: Happy Eleventh Birthday, Alex and Sam. Love, your family.
George led everyone in a chorus of 'Happy Birthday', and Alex and Sam blew out eleven candles each.
"I want that piece!" Victoire said, pointing to it.
"Victoire," Fleur said, before reprimanding her daughter in French.
"It's all right, Fleur, we don't mind," Sam interrupted. "She can have the piece she wants."
Molly cut Victoire her slice, and looked at the twins. They pointed to the slices they wanted, and Teddy chose his. Everyone else took the slice they were given, sometimes requesting bigger or smaller slices. After everyone was full of cake, it was time for presents. Molly made the girls sit at the end of the table.
"Your father's and mine is for the end," Molly explained, handing them a present. "Who's it from?"
"Umm…" Sam said, reading the tag. "Bill, Fleur, Victoire, and Dominique."
The girls unwrapped it, revealing a book on curses, hexes, and jinxes.
"Cool, thanks," Alex said, setting it aside. Molly handed them another present.
"It's from Percy and Audrey," Alex answered. The girls quickly unwrapped it, and stared at.
"What is it?" Arthur asked.
"It's a book," Sam replied.
"Let me guess, it's called Prefects Who Gained Power," George said.
"No, it's called A Thousand and One Ways to Prank Your Family, Friends, Classmates, and Teachers– Both Magical and Non-magical by April Fool," Alex read aloud. "Well, with a name like that, you'd have to be a prankster. Wicked, thanks, Perce."
"You got them a book that actually teaches them pranks?" George asked incredulously.
"Yes. Is that so hard to believe?" Percy asked.
"Yes," everyone but Victoire, Teddy, and Dominique answered.
"No offence, Percy, but it's just not you," Sam said.
"Here, this is from Ron and Hermione," Molly said, handing the twins another present. It was very heavy.
"Hermione, what did you give us? A tonne of bricks?" Sam asked.
"Betcha five Sickles it's books," Alex said, grinning.
"All right, and I bet you they'll be boring," Sam said.
The present was indeed books, three to be exact, but they were about Quidditch.
"Thanks, 'Mione," they said together, "and Ron."
Their next gift was from Harry, Ginny, and Teddy. It was an envelope. Sam peered inside. There were four pieces of parchment inside. Alex pulled two out.
"Tickets to the next Harpies game, and tickets to…" she paused as she finished reading it, "to the European Cup?!"
"What?" Sam asked. Alex handed her the ticket. "Sweet! Thanks, Ginny!"
"No problem," Ginny answered grinning.
"Here's Charlie's present."
"Oh, wow," Alex breathed. Each had received a miniature model of a dragon in a fire-proof jar. Alex had received an Antipodean Opaleye, and Sam, the Common Welsh Green. Molly and Arthur placed a cage each in front of Alex and Sam. The cages contained a tawny owl each. Both twins hugged their mother, followed by their father, all the while repeating 'Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
When they had stopped, they turned to George and Angelina. "So, where's our present from you?"
"Outside," George replied.
"Outside?" Alex and Sam asked.
"Outside," George repeated. The girls eagerly shoved on their jackets, hats, and boots, and waited impatiently at the door. While everyone else put on their outdoor clothing, Alex could see George deliberately fiddling with the zipper on his jacket.
"Come on, George," Alex said.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming," he said, zipping it up. Angelina covered Alex's eyes, while George covered Sam's. When George looked at Alex, he couldn't help but think it should be Fred who's leading Alex out to the backyard, Fred, who should be helping him and Mum tell them tonight, and it should be Fred who Alex hugs with delight when she sees what her birthday present is.
They had reached the broom shed now.
"Okay, go grab your brooms," George said, as he and Angelina removed their hands. The girls headed into the broom shed, and grabbed their brooms. The minute they were back outside, Alex and Sam realised there was something different about their brooms. Looking down, they realise they're not holding their Cleansweeps, but–
"You got us Nimbus Three Thousands?!" Alex asked delightedly.
"But they're international standard," Sam said.
"I know," George said, with a huge grin. Alex and Sam ran to hug him. The force knocked him over.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are without doubt, the best godfather ever!" they said. George did nothing but laugh, and threw a snowball at them.
"Hey!" came the indignant reply, and two snowballs promptly hit George. He threw two more, but one hit Ginny. She threw a snowball at George, who threw one back, but Ginny ducked, and it hit Harry. He threw one at Ron. Molly, Fleur, and Hermione began to retreat to the safety of the house as four people threw snowballs at Bill, Arthur, Percy, and Audrey.
"Hermione, where do you think you're going? Where's your sense of fun?" Alex called, hitting Hermione with a snowball. Hermione threw a snowball at Alex, but she ducked just in the nick of time, and the snowball hit Ron.
Hermione began to apologise, but Sam interrupted, "You only apologise when you hit them in the face!"
The snowball fight continued to eight o'clock when Molly called them all back in. Harry said something to Ginny, and he lingered outside. Alex saw this, and told Sam she wanted to ask Harry something.
"Harry, can I ask you something?" Alex asked.
"You already did," he answered, but he nodded.
"Were you… Did you see Fred die?" Alex asked him. Whatever question he thought she was going to ask, it certainly wasn't this. He nodded.
"What I am about to tell you, I've never told anyone, not Mum, Dad, George, Fred, not even Sam," she paused. "On the night Fred died, I woke up screaming. I had had a nightmare. In my nightmare, I saw Percy curse the Minister for Magic, and change him into a sea urchin. I remember Fred saying, 'You're joking, Perce!' And there's more duelling. You, Ron, and Hermione had joined the duel. And then Fred says, 'You actually are joking, Perce… I don't think I've heard you joke since you were–' Then…"
Alex paused again, swallowing. Harry remembered all too well what happened next.
"Then there's an explosion, and all five of you, plus the two Death Eaters are flying through the air as the castle wall is blasted apart. I heard a sound I never, ever want to hear again. You and Hermione were the first two to recover, you headed over to where three people were grouped together, all with Weasley red hair. Percy yelling, 'No– no– no! No! Fred! No!' And Percy was shaking Fred, and Ron was kneeled beside them, but Fred's eyes stared without seeing…
"I guess my question is, is this how Fred died?"
Harry looked at the eleven-year-old girl. He nodded.
"I told him not to go, I told him he would die. I even told him there would be a battle. But he still went," Alex said quietly.
"Do you… did you see other people's deaths?" Harry asked her.
"Mhm. All the time. Dad was supposed to die, but you saw it happen too. I saw Sirius, Uncle Grant Dumbledore, Scrimgeour, Moody, Hedwig, Dobby, Colin Creevey, Snape, Remus, and Tonks, even Voldemort's," Alex whispered.
Harry remembered the first thing Alex said when they had gone to get Alex and Sam from Muriel's. Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Bill had gone to get them.
"What's the matter?" Sam asked, looking at their tear stained faces, but Alex was already crying.
"Voldemort's dead, and so is Fred," Alex hadn't asked, she was stating it. Ginny nodded, and picked the girl up, hugging her close.
Harry realised none of them hadn't realised what Alex had said.
"You died too… that night," Alex stated. Harry looked at her startled.
"Did you get any sleep that night?" Harry asked her.
She let out a chuckle. "Not much. But when you died, my dream only lasted three minutes, because you made the choice to live. And I didn't scream when Voldemort died, or Snape."
"Do you know who killed Remus and Tonks?"
"Dolohov and Bellatrix Lestrange." Alex looked at Harry's face. "Am I scaring you with my uncanny accuracy?"
Harry answered with a question, "Does your sister see people's deaths too?"
"Nope, Sam sees births." But before she had a chance to explain, Ginny interrupted.
"Harry? It's time to go, everyone's leaving," Ginny said. "Alex, Mum wants you to take a bath to wash the snow out of your hair."
Alex and Harry followed Ginny inside. Everyone but Molly and Arthur had their winter gear on. The twins said their goodbyes to all of them.
Soon, only Alex, Sam, Molly, Arthur, and George were left. Molly sent the twins to take a bath.
"Do you think were doing the right thing, telling them today?" George asked.
"Yes," Molly answered. "We have to tell them sometime, George."
"I know, but why today? I mean, Aunt Audrey died today."
"Grant had asked, if he died, they were to be told on their eleventh birthday," Molly explained. "Does Angelina know?"
"Yes, Mum," George said. "She met them when they were two, when you brought them to Hogwarts for the final task of the Triwizard Tournament. What are we telling them exactly?"
"Everything," Arthur said.
"Mum, who was that old hag who came here this afternoon?"
Molly sighed, "Ivy Winfield, the twins' grandmother."
"Oh. I don't care if she wants them back, they're not going anywhere. They're Weasleys now," George said.
"I know, George, I know," Molly said. She knew George would still be a wreck if it hadn't been for the twins. She remembered Alex trying to cheer George up. She had said, "It's okay, George, Fred died laughing."
Molly still wondered if it was true.
Thumps on the stairs told her the twins were done their baths. Sure enough, a few seconds later, the twins appeared in the sitting room, their red hair wet, and their Quidditch pyjama pants too short in the leg, again.
"You girls need new pyjama pants again, you really must stop growing," Molly sighed.
"We can't help it, Mum, it's genetics," Alex said.
"Sit," Molly instructed. The twins exchanged worried looks, and sat themselves on the loveseat.
"What've we done–" Alex began.
"–this time?" Sam finished.
"Nothing," Arthur said. "We just have something very important to tell you about your births."
"Our births?" Alex asked, looking at George. He nodded.
"Eleven years ago, on this very day," Molly began, "your uncle Grant knocked on our door. We had just gotten back from visiting Bill in Egypt. Grant had told us his wife, Audrey, had given birth to identical twin girls. But he had some bad news, Audrey had died from childbirth. He and Audrey had decided who they wanted for godfathers. They wanted the godfathers to be Fred and George.
"Now, your uncle had a favour to ask. He knew when You-Know-Who came back, You-Know-Who would track him down, and that his little girls would be at risk from the werewolf, Fenrir Greyback, whom he had offended during the original war. He asked if his daughters could live here with us until it was over. Dumbledore signed the adoption papers, binding until the war was over, unless Grant died first. Unfortunately, Grant died first. And his daughters still live at The Burrow to this very day."
"We're Uncle Grant's daughters?" Alex asked.
"You mean, you're our aunt and uncle, and George is our cousin?" Sam asked.
"Does that change how you view us?" Molly asked.
"No, you're still my mum, and Dad's still my dad. And George will always be my brother and godfather. That's how you raised us, I see them as my siblings. I'll still see Victoire and Dominique as my nieces," Alex said. "You two raised us. Right, Sam? Sam? Samantha?"
"My name's not Samantha! Why didn't Uncle Grant tell us?"
"He wanted too, he really did, but you were just too young," Molly said.
"Who was that old lady who came today?" Alex asked.
"That was your grandmother, Ivy Winfield," Molly sighed. "She wants to take you back to Winfield Manor."
"I'm not going! This is my home! I don't have to go, right? Right?" Alex turned to George.
"Not if you don't want too," George said.
"Good. I like it here. Sam?"
"Alex, she's our grandmother, shouldn't we go at least visit her?"
"Sam, how can you say that? There's a reason Mum, Dad, and George are our legal guardians and not her. Right, Dad?" Alex said, now looking at Arthur.
"Ivy never did approve of Audrey, and she'll think you two are wild, misbehaved ladies," Arthur said.
"But Alex, she's almost eighty years old, what if she wants to make up for the way she treated our biological mother?"
"She sounds like a miserable, old bat like Aunt Muriel. You can go, but I'm staying right where I belong. Here with the Weasleys. You may not realise it, Sam, we were born Winfields, but we're Weasleys. And nothing can ever change that."
Molly hugged her close.
"You're right about that," Sam agreed.
"'Course I am, now get in here," Alex said, moving her arm to include Sam into the hug.
"I actually have something to tell you," Alex said, when they had broken apart.
"What is it, Alex?" Arthur asked.
"It's about the nightmares I had when I was younger." Alex began with her dream about Mad-Eye, and explained all the ones she remembered, finishing with Fred's.
"I'm sorry, I should've told Fred what I saw, but I just couldn't," Alex said, tears running down her cheeks. George held her close in a hug.
"Shh…" he soothed. "It's not your fault, no one could've prevented it, Als. Not even you, and he had figured out your dreams that night."
"He did?" Alex asked, resting her head on George's shoulder.
"Mhm… he figured out what you were seeing, and that you were just beginning to understand what you saw."
"Are you having the same dreams, Sam?" Arthur asked. Alex made herself comfortable on George's lap, resting her head, on George's chest, something she hadn't done since she fell ten feet off her Cleansweep Twelve.
"Aren't you too big?" George asked.
"Not today," Alex answered. He nodded.
Sam talked about the dream she had the night before Teddy was born, then Victoire, and then Dominique. She also explained how she had the dreams before Fleur herself knew she was pregnant.
"The baby's name will be Louis," Sam answered.
"But you can't possibly know that," Molly said.
Sam nodded her head. "Yes, I can. I knew Teddy's name before Remus told us. I knew Teddy's name before Remus and Tonks did. Same with Victoire and Dominique."
Sam looked at George now. "I had a dream the night after Fred's funeral. You will have a family with Angelina. Two children. A son and a daughter."
George could see Sam knew his children's first names, but she wasn't going to say just yet.
"One twin sees death, while the other sees birth," Arthur said. "Unusual."
"We only see deaths and children of people we've met or know," Alex added.
"Mum, where're the notes Fred left them?" George asked.
"Notes? What notes?" Molly asked with a casual air.
"Mum, you know what I'm talking about. Fred wrote them notes on May first, and left them in our room when we left. I don't have them, where are they?" George asked again.
"Not now, George, when they're older," Molly said.
"Now is a good time as any," George countered. "C'mon, Mum. It's about time they read them."
Without another word, Molly went up the stairs to her and Arthur's room to fetch the notes. She returned with two envelopes. She handed Alex hers, and Sam hers. Alex tore her envelope open, and read her letter quietly, while Sam did the same. When both of their notes were returned to the envelopes. Molly spoke again.
"It's really time for bed, come on," Molly said, ushering the girls out of the living room.
"'Night, Dad. 'Night, George. Goodnight, Mum," they chorused.
"Goodnight."
When the girls were in the safety of their bedroom, Sam spoke.
"Audrey's pregnant," she said, climbing into her bed.
"How long have you known?" Alex asked, climbing into her own bed.
"Since November," Sam replied. "It'll be a girl named Molly."
"If Ivy Winfield comes back, will you go with her?" Sam asked.
"Not without a fight. You?" Alex answered.
"I don't know."
Author's Note: Finally! The disclaimer should give you an inkling as to when I started. I'll put the notes up at the end. Next chapter, the girls will meet Ivy Winfield. After tomorrow, I shall have unlimited time to write, and hopefully the updates will be faster. Hopefully, there might be one slight problem– I'm addicted to Twilight, and I'm waiting to read New Moon… Grr… Later!