Sorry for not writing sooner! I was having problems writing as opposed to reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I am not JK Rowling, please don't sue me!
Without further ado, enjoy! :)
Blessed.
Charlie looked out over the table to see the many faces of his family enjoying themselves. It was ten years to the daysince the war had been won. So many faces of his family were gone, Fred, Tonks, Remus, and countless others. In those ten years newer faces had filled the table and joined his large family, the face of Neville and Hannah Longbottom, Luna and Draco Malfoy. Even Blaise and Padma Zabini had joined the table a few years ago.
He looked at George and Katie and saw a healed man in the arms of his guardian angel. He looked at Percy and found a man who had found a true purpose in raising his family. He watched as Bill wrapped his arm around his wife's waist, all the while keeping an eye on their daughter Victorie as she played with the other children. He watched as the world's saviour, Harry Potter, whispered something in his sister's ear that made her blush furiously as he laughed. Finally, he looked at Ron who had his hand intertwined with that of Lavender Brown. She had finally calmed down throughout the years they spent together, and they had a very relaxed, loving relationship.
He watched as the kids ran around in the yard, trying to catch fireflies and playing tag. The scene was surreal, all of it was so innocent, none of them would have suspected that ten years ago, half of the people here would have been ready to attack another at the drop of a wand. His youngest daughter,
It was easy for him to pick out his eldest daughter from the crowd; she had inherited his wife's bushy brown hair. He also noticed that she was holding the hand of Teddy Lupin, a member of the Weasley family from birth. His wife must have noticed the same thing because she gently leaned into him and whispered in his ear, "She's only nine, a bit of hand holding won't hurt her. Teddy is a good boy, and he isn't that much older than her, only two years."
He groaned and wrapped his arm around his wife's waist, his hand resting gently on her bulging stomach, "I don't want her to grow up."
He began to trace small designs onto her stomach and asked, "How's the little one treating you today Mrs. Hermione Weasley?"
"Quite well, considering the morning sickness has vanished, Mr. Charlie Weasley." She grinned.
He kissed her lightly on the lips only to be met with wolf whistles and cheers from the table.
"Oi!" He yelled, "We're supposed to be adults, let's act like it!" He said, winking at his wife and then pressing another chaste kiss to her lips.
As more wolf whistles, cheers, groans, and even arguments broke out across the table, he looked from his daughter back to his wife, never had he felt so blessed.