Disclaimer: Hey all you lawyers out there with no lives! Stop surfing the net to find someone you can sue. I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to it, okay? I do however own this cookie next to me. And I say, it is quite delicious.

A/N: Heh, sorry for not writing in so long! I was gonna wait for ten reviews, but then I realized that it's not fair to those of you who actually want to read my story! So yeah, sorry for the late update. In my defense, my profile states clearly that I'm more of a reader than a writer... Lol. And honestly, I'm kind of winging this story. ^-^ Like, the first chapter, yeah I got that. But I didn't really know where to go from there. Ahaha, I have an idea of how to do this, but it'll still take a while, so bare with me here. Okay, here it goes.

It felt somewhat like a whirlpool. Rose landed on a soft white chair with a thump. There were people everywhere. She then heard a piano playing. It was to a very soft beat. It took Rose a while to figure that it was a. . .

"Wedding march!" gasped Rose, "I wonder who's wedding it is."

As if on cue, a beautiful woman dressed in creamy pastel color entered the garden. As she walked down the aisle, people rose and smiled and clapped and took pictures. After a minute, she reached the head of the aisle and stood by a man in white dress robes. Rosie caught her breath.

"Mum? Holy crap," Rose said, filled with shock and awe at her mother's beauty, "Damn, you are so gorgeous! Hmm, that means that that man standing by her is. . ."

"I do." Ron Weasley proceeded to kiss his newly wed wife. Everyone clapped, including Rose. She had seen the wedding millions of times, thanks to her mom, there was a video cassette thing and a television in their home. Hermione told Rose about it and how some wizard figured how to work Muggle devices in the Wizarding world. . . But this was different. It was like real life. And Rose thought it was beautiful.

Though suddenly, the scene changed. Rose felt something gut-wrenching then next thing, it was gone. And in replacement of the garden, she was inside of the Burrow. It looked much smaller than the one in her time. Perhaps it was because it was much filled with many people. . .

"GINNY! Hurry up! Dinner is about to start!" Rose looked around for the person who had shouted. It was Harry. Her old auror Uncle Harry. Whoa, Uncle Harry looks so young, Rose mused. She looked around. Everyone else seemed so different. Her grandparents were there too. They didn't look so old and gray here.

"Hold on Harry! YOU try wobbling about with a huge stomach." Ginny came into the dining room very slowly. She had that look of annoyance on her. "Honestly, I'm pregnant! Give me a few moments, will-ya?" Ginny proceeded to walk over to the table to sit down. Being the gentleman he was, Harry immediately pulled out a chair for Ginny to sit down.

"There we go," Mrs. Weasley said, "Now that everyone's settled down, we can finally eat. Arthur, dear may you please pass the -"

What Mrs. Weasley was about to say next was forgotten because she was interrupted by none other than George Weasley entering the Burrow with his family.

"Hello everybody! Hold the applauds, it's only me, the FABULOUS George Weasley," announced George, rather loudly.

Angeline rolled her eyes and turned to Mrs. Weasley. "Hello there Molly. Sorry for the delay. Little Freddie here wouldn't take a bath so it took us a while to finally get him in and clean him."

"Not to worry dear," Mrs. Weasley replied, "If I remember correctly, which I do, George used to be the same. Always running about in his underwear and socks screaming 'I don't want to be clean!'"

"MUM!" George's eyes bulged out. Rose found this quite amusing. Hmm, a mischievous grin took over Rose's face, something to blackmail Uncle George with. Heheh.

For about the next half hour or so, Rose was sitting in the bottom steps of the stairways; notepad and quill in hand. She was indeed taking notes of her family, for she knew that these things will be great for her. She had about two pages worth of embarrassing stories about her family that she could put in good use. Ahh, blackmail. Rose sighed. Typical Rose. Having schemes like her father, being clever like her mother. Then Rose suddenly remembered why she was here in the first place; some secret about her brother that her Mother wanted her to know, but could not bear to tell her. As Rose thought about it, she was distracted from her thoughts by a little clinking sound. So she looked up.

"Attention everyone! May I please have your attention?" Hermione said, quite loudly and happily.

"'Attention everyone! May I please have your attention?' And she says I have bad grammar? Talk about redundancy" Ron muttered under his breath.

As soon as everyone settled down and opened up their ears, Hermione spoke, "Ronald and I have great news to tell you all. I'm -"

"PREGNANT!" shouted George.

"I KNEW IT!" Harry hollered.

"Finally, I thought you two would never have children." exasperated Ginny.

"A baby? 'Ow wonderful!" Fleur cried happily.

"Now you guys can join the Parenting Club," joked Angelina.

"I honestly don't understand why you all are so happy," Bill said, "You must realize that we've just lost our only childless babysitter."

"Oh man. . " sighed George.

"Crap. Well there goes our Saturday night out, Harry."

Soon, everyone began to murmur how unfortunate it was that Hermione was having a child. All Hermione and Ron could do was sit there with a very grumpy look. [like this one: -_-"] They couldn't understand how everyone was so happy one moment then so upset the next. Then Ron snapped into reality.

"So, are ANY of you happy at all of my child?" Ron exclaimed.

"And how exactly did you all know I'm pregnant?" Hermione questioned.

"OH! My goodness. It was quite obvious really, I mean the only time announcements starting like that have occurred in this house was because of a new born baby. So it wasn't really a surprise," Ginny said.

"And sorry for the way we acted earlier. We apologize Hermione. We're happy for you."

"We are? What about our dinner plans Sunday night, Angie?" George wined. But Angeline took care of that. She jabbed him in the stomach.

"Oooph!" George cleared his throat, "I -ahem- mean . . YES! It is quite wonderful. Another Weasley, eh? A toast to you my dear brother and sister." George raised up his glass of pumpkin juice. As did everyone else.

"To Ron and Hermione, may your child be healthy and beautiful," said Harry.

"Beautiful? How can it be? Ronnikens here is the father."

"GEORGE!"

"What Angie? It was only a joke."

A/N: Uhm.. Tada? Ahah Well, let's just hope this will satisfy any of you out there reading my story. Keep in mind, I'm still an amateur writer. And yeah, I know that this chapter is a bit on the humorous side [I hope, it was pretty amusing to me] but I promise if a sad, angst type of story is what you're looking for, it'll come.. in a few chapters? Two or three, give or take one. x]