"Have you got everything, Fred?" Mrs Weasley called up to her son, bustling about the house. Fred had left everything to the last minute again, no surprises there. You were sat in one of the comfy old armchairs in the living room, patiently waiting and smiling down on the ring on your finger. Your smile faded a little though. Should you wear it when you got home? Or should you take it off for now in case questions were raised.

"Fiona?" Ginny sat down on the sofa opposite you, noticing your distance in mind. "What's wrong?" You shrugged lightly.

"I don't know..." Ginny frowned. You looked up towards her and smiled, uncertain. "I don't know if I should wear the ring or not." You lightly fiddled with the beautiful ring. Of course you wanted to keep it on, but you were worried that your parents would freak out at your young engagement. A lot of people made the same assumption. And no, you weren't going to be a mother. Of course you wanted to be some day, but not just yet. Ginny smiled sympathetically.

"You know if they do take it the wrong way, and start yelling at you, mum will let you stay. She actually gets sad when you leave." You chuckled.

"Really?" Ginny nodded.

"Really. Like we said before, she knew you would be part of the family as soon as she met you." You smiled more warmly, hearing this cheered you up. Ginny smiled excitedly.

"Will you take the name?" She asked, her face brightening. You nodded with a smile.

"Of course, I can't wait. I honestly can't." Your heart fluttered at the idea of becoming Fiona Weasley, the idea of choosing a dress, the idea of the ceremony, the idea of Fred waiting for you... Your cheeks began to burn a pale red, Ginny noticing this of course.

"Aww, what are you thinking about?" You giggled lightly, trying to hide your blush. She guessed instantly. "You have to have purple as your main colour, the colour of your dress, remember?" You nodded happily, remembering that magical night. Your thoughts were soon interrupted by Mrs Weasley shouting for her son again.

"Fred Weasley you get down these stairs right now or I will come up there and drag you down myself!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Fred called down, a little afraid as he thumped his feet down each step until he neared the last few, leaping to the ground.

"Honestly, Fred!" Mrs Weasley tutted, but couldn't help but smile as well. "I don't know what I will do with you sometimes!"

Fred smiled apologetically, he had woken up later than planned. This didn't surprise you really, seeing as you knew how much the Weasley's enjoyed their sleep.

"Now remember, Fred," she began, brushing down the arms of his grey cardigan covering his dark blue shirt. "Be polite, be nice, answer questions and please, please do not pull any of your so called jokes!"

"Bad luck, Freddy!" George cackled from the kitchen, sipping at his cup of tea as he leant against the sink. Fred shot him a jokey glare, shaking his head. Mrs Weasley started fussing over Fred again.

"Have you packed everything?" Fred sighed heavily.

"Yes."

"Have you got your wand?"

"Ye- wait, why?"

"Just in case!" She called loudly to herself. It was good to pack his wand, with all of the bad stuff going on at the moment.

"Have you got your muggle things? Money?"

"Yes, mum" Fred sighed heavily, laughing at his fussy mother. Mrs Weasley flapped her hand in the air.

"It's only because I love you, Fred." She patted his cheek before wondering off to find Mr Weasley to say goodbye to Fred. You got up from your seat and skipped over to Fred excitedly, beaming a smile.

"So, do you know what to say once in the fireplace?" Fred paused in thought, his eyes looking upwards as his brain began to churn.

"Onslow square...Kensington, Fiona Holloway." You nodded. This would get Fred directly to your house, despite not having the exact address it was enough to get him to the location he spoke of. A glisten of nerves flickered in his eyes as he smiled, happy he got the address right. Your arms swiftly wrapped themselves around Fred's waist, hugging him tightly. Fred was taken back by this quick motion but happily returned the gesture, chuckling softly.

"You and all of these surprise hugs Fi-Fi!" He kissed the top of your head and reluctantly let go you, his hands resting upon your waist. His smile warmed as his eyes drifted to yours, the nerves sliding away. "Sometimes I wonder why you love me Fi-Fi."

"I sometimes wonder that too!" You joked, poking your tongue up childishly at the tall redhead.

"Oh, I see how it is!" Fred pretended to look hurt, pouting incredibly. "You only want me for my looks! You don't love me for who I am!"

"Hmmm...yeah, sounds right!" You both joked like this often, sometimes ending up play fighting. Mrs Weasley loved how you made Fred so happy, and everyone else. Ginny always turned to you if she ever needed help or support, the twins found a new prankster to set traps for Ron who was their usual target, and Mr Weasley loved asking questions about the muggle world which you gladly answered. It was only for a few days, but you were going to miss them so much! They were a second family to you.

"Try not to get into too much trouble, Fred" George teased as he approached the two of you, mischief in his eyes.

"I'll try not to Georgie." Fred chuckled, one of his arms curling around your waist to hold you against him.

It was soon time to leave for your house and for Fred to meet your parents. Nervously, Fred followed you with light feet, shuffling against the old floor. You volunteered to leave first, hopefully to calm Fred's nerves and direct him how to pronounce correctly, hoping that he wouldn't get lost along the way.

You were currently being squashed in one of Mrs Weasley's warm loving hugs, unable to breathe for a few seconds. Although you didn't mind. "Have a safe journey, my dear. Hope to see you back soon. I'll have a nice batch of berry muffins for you when you do." You smiled gratefully, sweetened by her motherly nature. "Plus, we can talk about wedding plans with a nice cup of tea." She said in a softer voice. You nodded back in response, smiling brightly. You knew that you would miss her motherly ways a lot when you got back home.

"Bye, Molly." You said a little sadly, but accompanied it with a smile to hide your sadness.

Your feet guided you inside the fireplace as your hand clutched a handful of floo powder, some of the grains seeping through the gaps of your fist. You turned on the spot to see everyone's eyes set upon you, Ginny really didn't want you to go at all. Loudly and clearly, you called out the location and released the floo powder, setting off a roar of enormous green flames swirling around you, disappearing in seconds.

It was now Fred's turn. His throat started to dry out like a puddle in the desert as he swallowed, his feet heavily striding toward the fireplace. Fred ducked as he entered, gathering a handful of floo power as he did so. Shuffling, he turned to face his family, giving them all a small smile before he too disappeared in a sea of green flames.