"Sophia, you're walking!" Molly exclaimed upon seeing me.

George laughed, wiping a smudge of soot off of my cheek as we stepped from the fireplace.

"Phia!" Teddy shouted. He ran across the room, throwing himself against me.

George reached out and quickly caught me before I could fall over. "Are you alright?" he checked.

Remus grabbed his son.

I nodded, blowing out my breath. "I'm fine. Just a little weak still." I sat next to Hermoine on the sofa and held my arms out the toddler who was squirming in Remus' arms. "Hi, Teddy."

He giggled, giving me a wet kiss as he wrapped his arms around my neck and stood on my lap. "Phia."

I smiled. "Sophia."

He gave me a toothy smile. "Sooooooooo-phia!"

"You cheeky little thing," I muttered.

"He wouldn't stop asking about you," Tonks told me.

I glanced at Teddy who was staring at me with his sparkling violet eyes. "We should really find you a friend your own age."

George sat down on my other side. "He'll have a friend soon," he said, chuckling.

The room fell silent. Even Hermoine, who was writing furiously on a piece of parchment, stopped to stare at the two of us.

"You're pregnant?" Bill asked when no one else would.

My eyes went wide. "No!" I gasped. "We—not until—the wedding's so—we haven't—"

George slipped his hand over my mouth. "I just meant that surely Bill and Fleur or even Sophia and I will have a baby soon. Not now. No one's pregnant."

Fleur shook her head when the attention slipped to her. "I'm not pregnant," she assured.

I handed Teddy back to his Dad much to the little boys distaste. "I need a drink," I mumbled, wandering into the kitchen.

George laughed along with his brothers. "You know you love us, darling!"

"Here you go, dear," Molly said from behind me. She was holding a bottle of red wine out to me as she grabbed two glasses from the cabinet.

I uncorked the bottle, pouring us each some wine. "He's always talking about starting a family, and where our kids will go to school, and the nursery in the house, and baby names. And I'm over here trying not to have a panic attack because I don't know if I can even get pregnant once, let alone have multiple. The healers can't give me an answer since that bloody bludgers hit me." I took a big swig of my drink.

She patted my hand. "He's excited to finally be moving forward with you. I think he's planning so much so quickly because he thinks he'll lose you."

"Teddy's coming," Charlie's voice warned suddenly.

A second later the toddler came waddling into the kitchen. "Phia!" He reached his arms up to me until I sat down my glass and picked him up. He pointed to where he had come from. "Play?" he asked quietly.

I nodded. "In a minute, okay?"

He smiled, showing me his tiny teeth that were growing in, and then rested his head on my shoulder as he sucked on his thumb.

Molly's eyes held a spark. She gestured to the two of us as she got some snacks together. "Seeing you with Teddy must make it hard for George, too," she told me. "Mothering is so effortless for you."

I took another sip of my wine. "I'm ready to get married and have a baby, but I was never interested in what other kids were. I didn't like the idea of partying or going out drinking. I don't even like staying up past midnight unless I'm doing work or studying! But George…" I sighed. "George likes going out with friends. He likes drinking Firewhiskey with his brothers. He likes staying up as late as he wants because his responsibilities rotate around the shop. I just wonder if he knows that he'll be giving that up with a newborn. Does he really want to grow up when he's just twenty?"

She wrapped me in a hug. Teddy was almost asleep in my arms. "Sophia, I hate to admit it, but my little boy has grown up. He's not ready for a baby yet, but he is ready for marriage, dear." She squeezed my arm, smiling. "And you have no idea how happy I am that he's marrying you."

"Thank you, Molly," I whispered.

Teddy reached out then in an attempt to get my wine glass.

"Are you thirsty?" I set my drink on the counter and stepped out to the living room. "Tonks, can he have something to drink?"

She nodded. "I can get it."

I waved her off, going back to the kitchen. I found one of his sippy cups and filled it with half apple juice and half water. He drank it eagerly at first until he saw me steal a carrot off of the cutting board Molly was using.

"Phia?" Teddy asked, holding his tiny fist out to me.

"You have to ask Mrs. Weasley if you can have a carrot."

He looked at her. His face was covered in curiosity. "Pwease?"

She smiled, handing him a big, orange carrot with the greens still attached to the end. "Be careful though."

He gnawed on the vegetable happily, glancing up at me every now and again to see that I was still eating mine.

I hiked him up on my hip, making sure he was secure before grabbing my glass of wine and walking back to the living room.

"What do you got there, bud?" Remus asked.

Teddy continued to chew on his snack. "Caw—" He glanced up at me.

"Carrot," I reminded him.

He looked back at his dad with a nod. "Cawwot."

I took a sip of my wine, handing it to George to try. "Better than that bottle we tried the other night," I said, smiling.

George chuckled, tugging me so I would sit on his lap. "Anything would be better than that bottle."

Angelina rolled her eyes. "It wasn't that bad."

Teddy interrupted then. His sippy cup spilled all over my lap, and his eyes welled up with tears before they broke free.

"Teddy, it's okay!" I assured. I gave George that carrot I had been eating as I slipped my wand out of my boot. I waved it once over my dress and the stain was gone. "See? It's all gone." I frowned at his cup. "But you're all out of juice now."

"'Sowwy, Phia!" he cried.

I moved to the floor where his toys were lying about. He continued his crying on my lap until he saw me building with his blocks. He sniffled a bit, curling up into me. "'Sowwy, Phia," he said quietly again.

I stroked his hair back so it was out of his eyes. "It's alright, Teddy. It was just an accident. Do you want me to go get you some more juice?"

He shook his head.

"Well will you help me with these blocks then? I can't seem to get them quite right."

He stayed in his spot on my lap, but started fumbling around with the blocks. A few minutes later he looked up at me happily.

"That is perfect, Teddy! See? I couldn't get mine to look so good." I glanced at mine with a sigh.

He patted my knee and then went to work on fixing mine. "No good," he said, pulling it apart to start over.

George chuckled and kissed the top of my head. I watched as he walked into the kitchen holding the carrot I had been eating. His dad trailed along behind him.

Fleur was watching us along with the rest of the family, but there was a different look in her eyes. I smiled, recognizing the longing. I whispered in Teddy's ear and he ran over to take her hand. He tugged her over to where I was sitting with the blocks.

He plopped back down on my lap.

"Oof!" I breathed. I tickled his sides as he giggled. "You are getting so big!"

Fleur sat down next to me on the floor and the three of us worked on his building.

Ron was comforting Hermoine when George came back into the room with his parents ten minutes later. She was flipping through the pages of a thick book, her hand shaking slightly.

"What's wrong, Hermoine?" I asked.

"I can't figure it out," she mumbled.

I looked to Ron for insight. "We've found where her parents are living in Australia, but before we leave we have to know how to reverse the spell."

"Reverso memaria," I said simply.

All eyes settled on me, except Teddy who was trying to decide between a red or a green block.

"What?" she demanded.

"Reverso memaria. It's a spell that counteracts all memory spells," I explained. "It'll work."

She flipped through the book. "I've never heard of that spell before."

"It's old magic. Something my parents taught me."

Hermoine looked at me skeptically. "Old magic?"

I sighed, passing Teddy over to Fleur's lap. I got to my feet and pulled George over to me. "What spell did you use on your parents, Hermoine?"

"Oblivate," she told me.

I kissed George on the lips before stepping back. "When I reverse this spell, if you try to be smart and pretend like it didn't work you will be sleeping on the sofa for a year. Understand?"

He grinned. "Whatever you say, darling."

I reached out. "Give me your wand." He slipped it in my back pocket with a wink. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention to the task at hand.

As I said the spell, George was slowly removed from all of the photos around the home. His drink was gone along with his coat on the coat rack. The only thing that stayed was the emerald engagement ring resting on my finger. George looked around the room in confusion, but I grabbed his hand before he could move away.

"Who are—"

I looked at Hermoine. "You'll be fine because your parents aren't capable of magic, but if they were… Let's not go there right now." I looked back to George. "You better not be a git."

He smirked, stepping closer to me. "And who are you?"

I rolled my eyes at his forwardness. "Good to know it's not my personality you're after."

A round of nervous laughter made its way around the room.

"Reverso memaria," I said, pointing my wand at him.

A few moments later the objects around the room were back to the way they were before and he was grinning at me. "Who are you?" he asked.

I shoved his shoulder playfully as he yanked me into his arms. He placed a kiss on the top of my head. "See? I'm not sure why the spell was left out of so many books. It was in my family's library, but...well, you know…"

"You're sure it will work?"

I nodded. "Hermoine, I promise you it will work. Old magic is stronger, more effective than much of the newer magic. My parents always said it was stronger than dark magic too." She still looked doubtful. "If you have a problem, you can always call me, but I'm sure it will reverse the spell correctly."

We were all sitting around the table, telling stories and laughing as we ate the delicious dinner Molly had been cooking all day long. Pictures of our new home were being passed around.

"How'd you guys find it?" Charlie asked.

"It's a family home. We lived there before Voldemort came back. Rowena built it with her husband, Thomson, and that's where Helena grew up. It's been passed down too many times to count."

George's arm snacked around my waist. "It needs to be cleaned up a bit, but it's nothing we can't fix."

"It needs to be cleaned up a lot," I corrected. "And we don't have long if we want to get it done before the wedding."

Molly was staring at me then. "You've set a date?"

I glanced at George. "You said you told them!"

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "It must have slipped my mind?"

I sighed, shaking my head at him. "We decided for October 2."

"That's so soon!"

George smirked at his mum. "Not when she has it all planned out. I'm surprised you don't have the binder with you."

"Don't make fun of the binder, George Weasley. If it were up to you, we'd get hitched at a ministry facility."

He kissed my cheek. "No. We'll have whatever makes you happy."

I rolled my eyes and turned back to Molly. "I was hoping you'd help me though. I really do need help."

She smiled, nodding her head. "Of course, dear."