Ten years later.

St Mungo's was never a great place to be, and this was no exception. It was quiet at this time of night. Visiting hours were long over, and lights were dimmed. Nurses did their hourly checks, but for the most part, it was quiet.

Quiet wasn't a word usually associated with the Weasleys. However, this night was different. They had all gathered to say a final farewell to Arthur Weasley.

Bill, Fleur, their daughter Victoire and their son, Dominique had just come out of the room, and Percy, Audrey and their two daughters, Molly and Lucy had just gone in.

Charlie had gone in first. He came out, pale, saying he needed to get some fresh air.

George sighed, shifting Roxeanne on his knee. "Do you really think they'll come?" he asked Ron and Hermione.

Ron nodded. Hermione sighed. "The question should be, will they make it in time?"

Percy ushered his wife and daughters out. "I'm going to take the girls home, then I'll come straight back."

Everyone nodded sadly.

George took a deep breath and stood up. Angelina stood up too, and took his hand. They gathered their children, and went into the room.

Ron felt sick. "I don't know if I can do this. How can I go say goodbye to my Dad? I mean, it's Dad! He can't...he just can't die."

Hermione gathered him in her arms. "Don't let him see you like this, Ron. Stay strong. For him."

Ron nodded, and tried to get himself together.

George and Angelina came out, preceded by their children. "That was the bloody hardest thing I've ever done," said George, shakily.

"Daddy, what's wrong with Poppy Arthur?" asked Roxeanne. Angelina shooshed her daughter.

Ron and Hermione stood up. Ron helped Hermione, who rubbed her pregnant belly. Ron picked up their daughter Rose, and they went inside.

Bill watched as the children gathered together. They were aware that something major was happening. He was glad they were all close, as they could help each other get through the next few days.

The door to their suite swung open. They all looked up, not wanting strangers to intrude on these last precious minutes.

A couple headed towards them, holding hands. They walked purposefully, their destination clear. Bill rose, and George looked up.

"Gin?" he asked.

The woman broke free from the man and ran towards them. She held out her arms, and Bill and George rushed into them.

"Please tell me I'm not too late," she said.

"You're not too late," said Molly, softly.

Ginny broke free from her brothers, and turned to look at her mother. She hadn't seen her face to face for ten years.

Ron and Hermione came out the room, sobbing now their moment was done. Ron saw Hermione and Rose to a seat, then turned back to hug Ginny.

"I think he's been hanging on to see you," Molly said. She moved aside, gesturing for Ginny to go in.

Ginny hesitated, looking back to Harry. "You too, Harry," said Molly, nodding her head.

Ginny looked relieved. Harry came to her, putting his arm around her. The two of them went into Arthur's room. The door closed.

Molly sighed, and sat down on the bench. There wasn't much time left, but she was glad Ginny had made it.

The door to the suite flew open. Two young boys came in. "We're looking for our Mum and Dad? Have you seen them?"

Molly shook her head tiredly. "No, I haven't. What are their names?"

"Harry and Ginny Potter," the eldest one said.

Molly stared at them. They were fine looking boys, about eight and six.

Harry opened the door and looked around. "Mrs Weasley, I think you should be in here."

Molly's heart sank. This was it. Arthur's last moments on this earth. She nodded. "Thank you Harry. Your sons are here."

She went into the room, and shut the door.

Harry went over to his sons. "That was our Nana?" asked James, eight and a half.

"Where's Mum?" asked Albus, six, nearly seven.

Ron and Hermione gathered around. "These are your children?" they asked.

Harry nodded proudly. "James Arthur and Albus Sirius. Boys, this is Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione."

"Hello," they chorused.

"Over there is your Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur. That's Uncle Percy, and that's Uncle George and Aunt Angelina."

"Blimey Dad, we'll never remember all that," said James. Bill chuckled.

The door to the suite opened again, and the silhouette of a man carrying a big load appeared. He stopped to put the load down.

"Daddy!" cried the 'load', which turned out to be two girls.

"Twins! Bloody hell," said George.

"Sorry Harry, the boys got away from me. The girls had to use the loo."

The girls giggled, and Harry picked them up and put them on his knee. "Lily and Daisy," he informed everyone.

The door opened, and Ginny came out, visibly upset. She looked at her family with tear-filled eyes.

"He's gone. Mum's with him."

The Weasley men bowed their heads respectfully. Then they turned to their wives for comfort. Charlie and Percy stood together, brothers in arms.

Ginny let out a sob. Harry handed his girls back to Sirius, and went to Ginny. He pulled her to him, holding her tight.

He encouraged her to come away from the door. He pulled her to the seats, and sat down. Ginny sat on his knee, needing his closeness.

"Mummy's crying?" asked Daisy, worried.

"Mum?" asked James, as he and Albus stood behind her. They each put a hand on her shoulder.

"Where is Poppy Arthur?" asked Lily. "I drew him a picture of us."

"May I see that?" asked Molly.

Everyone watched as Molly, with red-rimmed eyes, left Arthur's room. Lily nodded, hopping off Sirius' knee. She went to Molly, taking her hand.

"Come 's Daddy and Mummy, she's got a big tummy cos of the baby. That's Jamie and Al and Daisy and me. Oh, and that's our cat, Esmerelda. Poppy Padfoot is chasing her, see. Essie doesn't like it when Poppy does that."

"It's beautiful," whispered Molly.

"I helped," said Daisy, hopping off Sirius' other knee and going over to Molly. She leaned against her leg.

"Twins!" said Molly, looking at them. They smiled and nodded.

"Double trouble, Poppy Padfoot calls us sometimes," giggled Daisy.

"I like them already," said George, smiling through his tears.

"But Poppy Arthur says twice is nice," said Daisy to George.

Lily went back to Ginny and Harry. "Mummy, why are you crying? Has Poppy Arthur gone on his big 'venture?"

Both Ginny and Molly's eyes teared again. "Yes, my darling, he has."

"Why are you sad? You said he was going to see Uncle Fred again, and that would make him happy?" asked Daisy.

George drew in a harsh breath.

Ginny nodded. "I know. I just miss him already." She buried her head against Harry's neck.

Her children gathered around her, offering comfort, simply by being close.

The other children came closer. "Is everything all right, Daddy?" asked Victoire.

Bill shook his head. He looked at his brothers, who nodded slightly. "No, sweetheart. I'm afraid not. Grandpa has gone."

Victoire opened her eyes wide, then burst into tears. Dominic and Freddie tried to hold theirs back, but soon succumbed. The younger ones looked confused.

"Why is everyone sad?" asked Roxeanne. "Did something bad happen, Daddy?"

"No darling," said Molly. "Nothing bad has happened. You know how your grandpa has been quite sick? Well, he's not sick anymore. He's gone to a nice place, but for now, he's having a nice long sleep."

"Oh, okay." said Roxeanne, with the easy acceptance of children.

Molly looked at her children. "Please go home. There is nothing more we can do here tonight. Take the little ones home. There'll be plans to make tomorrow."

"Are you sure, Mum?" asked Bill.

Molly nodded. Charlie came to her side. "I'm staying at the Burrow. I'll see she gets home. Why don't we meet there tomorrow at ten?"

Everyone nodded, and got up to make their way out. A healer came and went into the room, then came out and extended her condolences to Molly. Molly went back into Arthur's room for awhile.

Charlie made sure she got home. He made her a cup of tea. She drank it, then went upstairs. She stared at the big bed. It was all hers now. For the first time in so many years of marriage, Molly slept on Arthur's side of the bed. She cast a silencing spell around and wept loudly, until she fell asleep.

She woke about five. She could still smell Arthur's familiar smell. It was comforting. She looked around the room, as if she was seeing it for the first time. Everything felt a bit surreal right now. Her Arthur was gone.

Her eyes focused on a trunk in the room. It had sat there for ages, driving Molly crazy. Arthur refused to move it, yet when she asked what was in it, he replied nothing; had even shown her it was empty.

Now she was drawn to it. She got out of bed, and picked it up, surprised to find it was heavy. She brought it back to the bed. She expected to find it locked, but it opened with ease. 'Because the one who cast the locking charm is no longer alive', her subconscious knew.

She opened the trunk and frowned. Lots and lots of childrens drawings sat on top. Arthur had always been a hoarder, but he'd never indicated he'd kept the childrens drawings. They looked recent, so Molly surmised he's put some sort of preservation charm on them.

She made her way through the drawings. Funny, she didn't remember any of her boys or Ginny doing drawings like that.

She came to a photo album at the bottom, and pulled it out. She opened it and gasped.

It was Ginny in a wedding dress. Harry and Ginny posing in front of a cake. Harry and Ginny dancing. Harry and Ginny with Arthur.

Molly stared in shock. She kept flicking through the large album. She saw lots of photos of Harry and Ginny in various locations around the world. Some photos had Sirius in them, some had Arthur.

Tears came to Molly's eyes when the photos changed to one's of Harry with his hands on Ginny's belly. Every month, she took a photo, documenting her pregnancy. It ended with so many photos of the arrival of James Arthur Potter.

Molly saw little James in the stages of infancy. He reminded Molly of Bill at the same age. He looked like a mishievous one.

They were soon joined by photos of Albus Sirius. James didn't look impressed at the new baby, but Molly could see the love and happiness in Harry's eyes. Molly paused at a beautiful photo of Harry asleep, holding baby Al, asleep in one arm, and toddler James, also asleep in his other arm. Ginny had captioned the photo, 'My Beautiful Boys'.

The photos depicted that once Al survived the baby stage, James found him much more interesting, and it was clear the brothers were close. Harry and Ginny seemed delighted with their little family, and still seemed as much in love as ever.

Molly chuckled as the colour pink invaded the album. The arrival of their twin daughters. Harry holding both girls. Sirius holding both girls. Arthur holding both girls, James and Albus each holding one sister, while Harry and Ginny hovered nervously.

Molly closed the album, holding it close. Arthur had continued to be a presence in his daughter's life. She remembered times when he'd mention Ginny and Harry, but she had shut him down. Had he been trying to tell her then? Look what she'd missed out on.

A photo slipped out of the album. Molly picked it up. It was an new one. It was captioned 'World's Best Dad' and it had a photo of Ginny and her children and Arthur together. Molly could see the resemblance in little Ginny and her twin daughters.

Molly turned the photo over, and found writing on the back. 'To Dad. Best Dad and Poppy ever. Thank you – Ginny.'

The date on it was Father's Day just gone. Arthur had said he was going fishing, a Muggle hobby he'd picked up. As their sons were busy with their own families, Molly hadn't objected. She now guessed that he had spent the time with Ginny and Harry.

She got out of bed. She walked to the wardrobe, and opened Arthur's side. She could almost still feel his presence there. She pulled his dressing gown out, and slipped it on. It almost felt like he had his arms around her again.

She showered and went downstairs. She made herself some breakfast, although she really wasn't hungry. She went back upstairs and dressed.

Charlie still hadn't risen. Molly left him a quick note, then flooed away. She knew it was early, but she also remembered what it was like having small children.

She knocked softly on the door. It wasn't even eight o'clock, so she didn't want to wake other guests at the hotel. She waited, then knocked again.

Harry opened the door. "Mrs Weasley?" he said, in surprise.

"Who is it, Dad?"

"Can we see?"

"Ssh, boys, we don't want to wake other guests. Uh, Ginny's still asleep, Molly. She didn't get to sleep till late, and I really don't want to wake her."

"It's fine. It's you I really came to see."

Harry hesitated, then opened the door. "Come in."

James and Albus rushed over to her. "Are you our Nana? Are you our Mum's mum?"

Molly smiled at them. "Yes, yes I am your Mum's mum."

James looked sad. "Mum cried lots when we got back here. I miss Poppy Arthur too."

"Boys, you should go to your room. Not for long. Just while your Nana and I talk, okay?"

"Yes, Dad," they said. They waved goodbye to Molly.

"Please sit down. Would you like some tea, or something to eat? The boys have eaten, but I was waiting for Ginny and the girls to wake up," said Harry.

Molly shook her head. "No, thank you. You have a beautiful family, Harry."

Harry smiled. "Thank you."

Molly took a breath. "And I wanted to thank you for allowing Arthur to be a part of it. He felt it deeply when Ginny left. I'm sure you know what it's like, Dads and their daughters."

Harry smiled again and nodded. "It made Gin happy. He gave her away out our wedding, and he was there the day she gave birth to the girls."

Molly smiled. "He's proud of his sons and grandsons, but he's always got a soft spot for the girls."

"Why are you here, Molly?" asked Harry, quietly.

Molly lifted her head and met his gaze. "I want to apologise to you, Harry. I want to ask for your forgiveness in the way I treated you all those years ago. It was never about you, personally, it was whoever was going to be the one to take Ginny away from us."

Harry looked at her. "Ginny's not a woman to be trapped, hidden away. She's a phoenix, she needs to fly freely, to soar."

Molly nodded. "I know that now. I also know that the two of you have an exceptional bond, and I should never have tried to come between you. I admit, it scared me that she was so sure she loved you, even at seventeen."

"She's the best thing in my life," said Harry. "Our children are a product of our love."

"I can see that. I had that. I lost it yesterday. Funny how it makes you re-evaluate your own life. I want to rectify the mistakes I've made, while I have time."

She took another breath. "I am sorry, Harry. I'm happy that my daughter has found a wonderful man to love, and to be loved in return. Your children are lovely, and I would love the chance to get to know them better. However, I understand if you are hesitant about that. I just want you to know that you, Ginny and your children are always welcome at the Burrow."

Harry smiled. "Thank you, Molly. That means a lot. Ginny's told us all tales of growing up there, of Quidditch games and swimming in the pond."

"Daddy? Mummy's crying, but she say's she's not, but I know she is," said Lily.

"I'll be right back, Molly. Lil, can you go tell your brothers they can come out their room now please?" Harry hurried off to comfort Ginny.

Daisy came out and joined Lily. They looked adorable in matching pyjamas. "Nana?" asked Daisy.

"Hmmm?" asked Molly, sitting on the lounge. The girls came up to her, and climbed on her knee.

"Tell us about Mummy when she was little," implored Daisy.

"She said she was a good girl and always did what she was told. Is that true?" asked Lily, her eyes sceptical.

"Merlin, no. Your mother used to..."

Harry kept his arm around Ginny's waist as they left the bathroom.

"I'm fine, love," repeated Ginny, tiredly.

"I know. Just please, let me look after you and the baby," said Harry, caressing her small bump.

Ginny leaned against him, relishing his support. "Are the kids okay?"

They walked into the lounge. Their two boys sat at Molly's feet, while the girls sat on Molly's knees.

"-snuck into the shed and took out one of her brother's brooms. Then she went flying by herself."

"Cool," said James, nodding to Albus.

"Mum?" said Ginny, weakly. "What are you doing here?"

"Your Mum has been here for about an hour, Gin," said Harry. He sat her down. "I'm ordering you some breakfast. Molly, anything for you?"

"Just tea, please dear," said Molly. She had been talking a lot and was parched.

"How about you boys go and get dressed," suggested Harry. "Girls, go and pick out something to wear. I'll be in soon to check."

"Yes, Dad," said the boys.

"Ok Daddy," said the girls.

Molly watched them go, then came over to Ginny. "You have a beautiful family, Ginny."

Tears came to Ginny's eyes. "Yes, I do. But I miss my old family."

Molly opened her arms. "You don't have to miss them any longer. Come home, Ginny. The Burrow has missed you. I've missed you."

"Mum," sighed Ginny, going into Molly's arms. It was comforting, reassuring.

"Your husband is worried for you," whispered Molly, seeing Harry's worried gaze over her shoulder.

Ginny sighed and pulled away. She held out her hand for Harry, who took it. He pulled her onto his lap, as he sat down.

"Everyone is coming to the Burrow to make plans. I would like you and Harry to be there, and I would love to see your children at the Burrow," said Molly.

"Can we, Mum? Can we go to the Burrow? It sounds like such a cool place," said James, excitedly.

He was standing in the doorway to the boys bedroom.

"Can we see your bedroom, Mummy?" asked Daisy, poking her head out of her room.

"I wanna fly on the pitch," said Albus, next to James.

"Kids, remember why we are here," said Harry, quietly.

Lily came over to her mother. "I wanna see Poppy's shed."

Ginny teared up. "It looks like we're going to the Burrow," she said.