Stuck in Place
by KemAjiana
A/n: And, here we are. The end. I am...so happy that this story generated happy reactions. It's been fun, and if you'd like to read more Fremione, I've provided two in-progress stories I'm currently working on at the end of this chapter. They aren't as happy-go-lucky as this was, but they do have happy endings (I'm a sucker for those).
Special shout outs to: Insert CleClever Potter Name Here and LesbianRavenclaw, first and foremost. You guys rock my socks off. Thank you for letting me pick your brains-es. *insert velociraptor screeching here*
To my amazing reviewers: sikverwolfigther00, Buffybot76, filmdork,jessnoland, KEZZ 1, singingsoapbox,Weasley's girl93, Dreams of Athena, i lovedifferentmixesup, Raven that flies at night, and my 3 Guest reviewers. Much love!
I suggest the song 'Time of our Lives ' by Tyrone Wells for this chapter.
Epilogue
"Gideon Weasley! You get back here and kiss your grandmother!"
It was a Sunday - sunny, summertime - and a large group of red haired men and women congregated outside, milling about a table laden with copious amounts of food. A pair of small children - maybe four - sat huddled together beneath the table, passing chunks of cake between the two of them, their hands brown with chocolate, and their faces smeared with it.
Another child, a boy with a mess of bright red curls and mischievous brown eyes, raced back from where he had been grouped together with another boy (with strangely vibrant purple hair) and a girl, broom in hand, shouting, "Coming, mum!"
The boy launched himself at his elderly grandmother, giving her a loud smack in the cheek with his wet lips. "Hi, grandmum! Bye, grandmum!" And he was off again, catching up to the older children and leaping onto his broom eagerly.
She laughed loudly, with an exclamation about 'boys and their brooms' as she turned to embrace her son and daughter-in-law, who carried two small children - a toddler and a swaddled newborn. "How is my newest grandbaby?"
"Well," Fred began as he set his son down to wander off under the many watchful gazes of his family. "I'm hoping she take after her father with the whole werefox thing. The boys were a bit of a disappointment there, but I'm sure Alicia will not be!"
Remus, who had been standing off with Bill conversing, turned a curious gaze to the elder Weasley twin. "What...are you going on about? Werefoxes?" His wife laughed loudly, bouncing their daughter - Hope - on her hip, clutching his bicep and burying her face in his shoulder.
Hermione swatted his arm playfully, passing the baby to Molly gratefully. "I love being a mum, don't get me wrong, but if it isn't Gideon in trouble it's - Harry Frederick Weasley! You get out from under that table right now!"
Three children were suddenly scrambling out from beneath the table, smearing chocolate everywhere. Bill swooped down, snagging two of them by the collar of their mussed shirts, while toddler Harry charged for his mother, tackling her kneecaps at full force. the eldest Weasley son lifted both wiggling children in his arms, depositing them on Ginny's lap.
"Oh!" she gasped, startled from her conversation with Ron. "James, Sirius, what did you two get into now?"
"Mum's chocolate cake, obviously," Ron laughed, sipping his tumbler of firewhiskey. "That's why I don't have kids. Little buggers."
She sighed heavily, casting a quick scourgify on her twin sons and her shirt. "More like, the reason you don't have kids is because you can't keep a girl more than six months."
Ron's cheeks lit with a heavy blush as Charlie swooped in and ruffled his hair. "Looks like she's got you there, Ron."
"Charlie!" Ginny cried, standing and flinging herself at her brother. She peered around him eagerly. "Where's Charlotte?"
He waved his large hand in the direction of Fleur, where a slim, auburn-haired woman was conversing rapidly with her. Ginny smirked. "So?"
"Don't tell mum, I don't want her to throw some extravagant parade or something. But...she said yes. We're just doing the Ministry thing."
Hermione was walking over a moment later, her eyes alight. "I take it there's good news then?" Charlie grinned, holding a finger to his lips conspiratorially, winking. "Well done. And how's Hogwarts?"
"Hagrid's all but retired now. I've been teaching his classes for four years now."
The witches shook their heads, laughing lightly.
Ten years had flown by in the blink of an eye. Lives moved forward: careers were made, children born, stories made. For many, happy endings came with a price, but as Hermione glanced over at her husband of three years - which had come after the birth of both of their sons - and smiled softly as he pulled a photograph from his pocket with a flourish, she couldn't think of a single thing she'd sacrificed. He had been fantastic through all their years together, easing her into their relationship - helping to work through her fears.
And as she watched him flaunt his photograph of Ron holding a Tricky Pleaser Wand, as he'd promised his brother so many years ago to do, laughing with Harry and George and Bill, she couldn't be happier.
And that is that! I wanted to leave room for a sort of sequel (maybe) if I ever get the drive to write one, so that's why it's pretty short.
As promised, here are the two stories in-progress I said I'd mention:
*Rewritten - a Charlie x OC (Charlotte) fic with hints of Fremione. There are SiP references in this story (like werefoxes). Definitely darker than this story, but a romance through and through.
*Northern Lights - purely Fremione. Definitely dark. Some major character deaths, and a lot of 'trigger' warnings. This is a healing fic, and I'm going to enjoy writing it.
Again, thank you all for everything. Much love and affection, and I hope to see you all again!
