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25 December 1988 – Portrait

"All right!" Arthur called. "I've got it figured out now. It'll work, this time!"

"That's what you've said the last ten times," said George.

"Eleven," corrected Fred.

"Boys," Molly said. "Come on, all of you, sit up nice and straight—Ginny, you—"

"Coming!" Ginny said, scrambling away from the Christmas tree and hurrying into Molly's arms. "I was fixing my sweater," she said proudly, showing Molly how she'd cleaned off a tiny spot.

"Show-off," Ron muttered.

"Am not!" Ginny retorted.

"Ron, enough," said Molly sharply. "Ginny, sit down."

"All right! Everyone hold still!" Arthur said. "It's going to work! Bill, Charlie—that's it, make room for me there in the back, right between you—oh, great. And—yeah, Ron, kneel down next to George in front of your Mum's chair—no, George—oh, no, sorry, I meant Fred—there you go, perfect. Okay, Molly? Ginny? Ready?"

"Ready, Arthur," Molly said patiently, holding Ginny in her lap. The seven-year-old was sulking. "Come on, sweet pea, smile," she wheedled. Ginny lifted one corner of her mouth, unamused, and Molly—who was quite tired of the picture-taking after many unsuccessful attempts—gave in. She brought her lips close to Ginny's ear and whispered, "I think I might have an extra mince pie waiting for you in the kitchen."

At that, Ginny's smile became so brilliant that she had to laugh.

"That's it!" said Arthur encouragingly as he hurried away from the camera at last and hurried to put his arms around Bill and Charlie, standing behind Molly's chair. "Come on, you lot—twelfth time lucky!" he said, drawing his wand. "Everyone say 'Weasley!'"

"Weasley," they all chorused. Arthur flicked his wand and—

"Dad!" groaned the boys.

"Nothing happened," Molly said, looking up at him. "Are you sure you—"

Flash.

The camera snapped a photograph of Molly and Arthur, staring at each other and looking very confused. Fred and George had just collapsed onto the floor in fits of boredom—all that could be seen were their flailing arms, one of which was smacking Percy in the side of the head. Ron had slapped one hand over his face; Bill and Charlie were both rolling their eyes spectacularly; and in the very center of it all, Ginny sat primly in Molly's arms, beaming at the camera.

Naturally, Molly framed it, and the photograph didn't leave her bedside table for seventy years.