"I hate you both, I hope you know that." Alya announced, walking through the kitchen where two identical red heads were sitting at the table.
"You love us," Fred argued, laughing at the colour of the girl's normally white-blonde hair. It was now a vibrant blue.
"Right now, I don't think I do." She muttered in response, shooting a look over at the twins.
"It's a nice colour, though, Alya." George said, seemingly afraid of his angry wife. "The red was a lot better."
"Honestly, you two haven't matured at all, have you?" Alya sighed, sitting at the table and tying her long hair back in to a ponytail.
"Our jokes have gotten better." George mentioned
"We just decided to bring this one back because of how you reacted the first time." Fred smirked at the woman, who looked increasingly angry.
"You know, love, you really knew what you were getting into years ago." George said calmly, watching the grin spread across Alya's face.
"I still hate you." She replied, trying to stop herself from smiling.
"I always expected George to be having a kid first, not Fred." Ginny mused, sitting in an armchair near the sofa in which Alya and Hermione were sitting on.
"I never thought Fred would be a father." Alya said simply, shrugging a bit when the other two looked over at her.
"I honestly thought Harry and Ginny would have children before Fred, George and Ron." Hermione stated, looking over at Ginny. Alya just laughed.
"I'm sure Freddie will be a good father." Alya said after a moment, thinking about it for a bit. "The lot of them will be, I'm sure."
"You two ever consider having kids?" Ron asked one day, sitting at the kitchen table with Alya and George for lunch. Alya just continued eating, unsure how to answer.
"We haven't thought about it." George replied after a minute, looking over at his wife. Ron just grinned.
"Merlin knows Ginny and Harry are working on it." The younger ginger stated, looking at his brother, "I think Hermione wants kids one day, too."
"Honestly ever since Angelina got pregnant, that's all you lot have been able to talk about." Alya sighed, leaning back against her chair.
"Alright, Aly?" Ron asked, looking at the blonde woman curiously.
"Fine. I'm going for a walk." She replied quickly, standing from her chair and exiting the kitchen. "Have fun, boys."
"Oy, Alya, you alright?" George called, walking up to where the woman was sitting on the one of the four swings, pushing herself gently with her feet.
"This whole getting older thing is bothering me, Georgie." She mumbled when he finally got closer, staring at the ground where her feet were pushing off from.
"That's it?" He asked, looking at her slightly confused. He sat on the bench beside the swings. "We're not even 30, we're still kids practically."
"I remember being 11 and meeting you and Fred like it was yesterday. We were all so young and now Fred's going to be a father." She had stopped the swing from moving but continued to stare at the ground. "Every year is just a year closer to dying."
"That's what has been bothering you since Tonks and Remus died, isn't it?"
"We're getting older, and one day we're going to get really old and die." She mumbled, looking over at the red head sitting on the bench. He just smiled and walked over, crouching in front of the swing.
"Hey, we still have so many years left, Alya." He said reassuringly. "Why waste them worrying over getting old? It'll be fun to get old and still be pranking people. Imagine Fred and his kid pranking Ron and his kid."
Alya laughed and leaned forward, hugging the man and accidently falling forward on top of him.
"Oy, George, how do you two do it?" Fred asked his brother one morning, sitting at the table with George and Alya.
"Do what?" Alya asked, looking at the ginger with a confused expression.
"You two act like you're still dating. I mean you never get sick of each other." He looked at his brother, baffled. George just laughed.
"Are you and Angelina not getting along, Freddie?" Alya asked gently
"It's just hard living with her all the time! I don't understand how you two do it. You lot have been together way longer."
"Try talking about it with her, I'm sure you can figure it out."
"Is that all you do? I'll have to tell Ron that!" Fred said, jumping out of his chair, "Thanks!"
Alya looked over at her husband curiously. "What was that all about?"
"They're starting to get on each other's nerves."
"Ron and Hermione too?"
"So Fred says."
"Fred, take Angelina on a vacation somewhere."
"I can't leave the whole shop to George." Fred protested, staring at the blonde woman across the table. George had gone to work early and Angelina was still in bed.
"Freddie, just do it, work out the problems you have. Both of you need it." Alya sighed, shaking her head at the red haired man.
"What about the shop?"
"I'll fill in for you. I'm sure Georgie won't mind."
"Where will I take her?"
"For Merlin's sake you are helpless! Find somewhere, ask her, I don't care!"
"I never noticed how many people actually come in here. I'm impressed." Alya mused, looking down the stairs at the people pooling in near the entrance. George was standing next to her, smirking.
"Oy, George, can I get a discount on this?" Ron called, standing near the pygmy puffs.
"Full price, brother!" George called back, turning to help another customer. Alya walked over to where Ron was, examining the pygmy puff in his hands.
"For Hermione, I'm guessing?" She asked, standing behind him on her toes to look over his shoulder.
"Yeah, she seems mad at me these days." He replied, looking down. Alya giggled.
"Get her this one, instead." She said, handing him a pink one instead of the green one he was holding.
"Where's Fred?"
"On vacation with Angelina." She replied simply. Ron looked suddenly excited.
"Oh, you lot probably haven't heard! Ginny's pregnant."
"That's wonderful!"