A/N: Thank you so much to Kermit 304 for their review on Chapter 17! :)

I'm sorry that this last chapter took so long to post, a two week hiking trip happened and writing this chapter didn't. ;)

I want to thank all of you for your support for this story over the past year, the reviews, the favourites, the follows. It was encouraging beyond belief to see how many of you enjoyed my story and it's been a truly wonderful ride.

Now without further ado, on to Chapter 18!

RxExR!

Pictures on a Wall

Chapter 18 - Those Pictures on the Wall

George looked up at the wall, his eyes travelling over each and every individual one as he tried to take them all in. There was still that one from the summer that they had spent in Egypt. It was quite a bit more faded, slightly more yellow than it had been when it had first been made. It still exuded the same happiness from that time though and whereas it had filled him with some regret over a decade earlier, it was now once again a fond memory alone.

That picture from Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was right next to it, the only family photo they had been able to take in the years leading up to the war and the war itself after that summer in Egypt. It still hung there, although it did have a new frame. The picture had fallen to the ground after Freddie had literally barrelled into the wall when he was five during a particularly vicious game of 'tag' in the house during a rainy day. Angelina had forbidden any games involving running in the house since, especially as she had been the one who had taken Freddie to the hospital to deal with his broken arm and slight concussion due to the picture falling onto his head, causing the frame to shatter.

George had proclaimed that they should be proud of the Weasley's 'hard heads', both literally and metaphorically. Angelina hadn't found it as amusing as he or Fred had so the laughter following the statement had ceased pretty quickly. It had resulted in the dark brown frame being crafted though and he had to say that he was quite proud of his handiwork.

Next to it was a newer addition to the wall, taken seven years ago when they had all gone to Greece for a shared summer vacation. The sun had been shining and it should have been a perfect picture; his mother standing in front of his father with his arms around her, Bill and Charlie standing to their left with Ginny in between them as all three of them grinned at the camera and Ron and Percy to the left of them them, also radiating happiness while he and George lay on the sand in front of everyone, posing. And that was what the picture had looked like for about the first three seconds before that enormous wave had hit the beach. Now Ginny kept saying that it hadn't been that huge but both he and George, as the only ones actually lying on the sand and therefore receiving a full on attack by said wave, were pretty sure that it had been a monster wave. The aforementioned wave had crashed over them, drenching him and George completely as his father attempted to pull his mother back to avoid her getting wet while Ginny pushed Charlie and Percy forward in an attempt to use them as a human shield causing them to fall over rather spectacularly into the water, whereas Ron and Percy had been the only ones to successfully avoid the water by scooting backwards. And all of that had been caught on the photograph.

It still made him laugh when he looked at it now.

This year they would all be heading over to Romania so that was why there was a place free next to it, they would be taking another photograph there and it would then take its place on the wall. It had become a kind of tradition.

Underneath them were another rather new addition. Three years ago at Teddy's graduation Angelina had noticed that none of the graduation pictures were on the wall so she had taken it upon herself to officially install all of those beneath the family pictures. It had been quite a task to locate all of the different pictures and then to actually get them installed on the wall, there were simply so many of them. It started with Lucius' on the very left, followed by Andromeda Tonks and then Narcissa next to her sister. Then came the graduation picture of his parents; they had been lucky enough to be in the same year so theirs was together. Then came Angelina's parents who had protested the first time they had seen it on the wall but had taken it with humour in the end. Next was one that always made Remus tear up when he saw it; it was the picture taken at the graduation of the Maurauders with Lily squeezed in amongst the other four men laughing brightly. It then progressed through all of the Weasley children at their graduations (Angelina's was there too, as was the one of her sister). A younger Hermione and Draco smiled back from their own graduation at Beauxbatons and Greg's one from Durmstrang and Seamus' from America were also among them.

The newer ones were the ones that caught his eye though. First was Teddy from five years ago, grinning broadly in his Hogwarts robes with his parents and Harry next to him, Remus with a walking stick, Tonks with her hair a horrid neon green and Harry grinning happily at the camera. In Tonks' arms was the little Bellatrix, named after an aunt that she was absolutely nothing alike. The six year old girl in the picture was an embodiment of sunshine and her grandmother always looked at her with clear wonder in her eyes, often saying that she somehow reminded her of her deceased younger sister. This would always cause people to look at her strangely because Bellatrix Lestrange had never been anything even remotely close to sunny but Andromeda always shook her head and said that she reminded her of her younger sister when they had been children themselves.

It made one wonder what had happened to cause the other witch to turn out the way that she had.

Then came Victoire's from the year following Teddy's, proudly surrounded by the whole Weasley clan as the photographer attempted to squeeze them in on the picture. It had been hilarious and the poor man had been short of giving up before they had somehow managed to fit. It was a good picture.

And finally came Dominique's picture from two years ago. She had somehow managed to escape from them and had taken her graduation picture with her two best friends as opposed to all of them which George guessed he understood on some level as their family wasn't exactly known as being particularly calm or easy to get along with. And Dominique had always been a bit less involved than her older sister or younger brother, she preferred her solitude quite a bit more which didn't mean that she loved any of them any less though. The reaction of her grandmother had been legendary though. She had literally exploded and told her that it was a 'must' to have the graduation picture with the whole family if one was a Weasley. This had had the effect of every child swearing that they would have a graduation picture with the family just to avoid that.

Which was where he and Angelina would be heading off to quite soon; Louis and Scorpius were graduating today. According to Angelina everyone was going to be there. Which also reminded him that he still didn't know where his jacket was.

"Angelina, do you know where I put my jacket?" He called up the stairs; the probability that she knew where he'd put it was much higher than him remembering anyway.

His eyes swept over another picture on the wall and he grinned as he saw it. It had been taken six years ago and it never failed to amuse him when he looked at it. On it were all of the 'family guys' as Angelina called it. The 'family guys' were Charlie, Bill, Fred, Ron, Harry, Draco, Blaise, Greg, Seamus and him. On this particular picture they were all covered in mud, brooms in their hands as they grinned at the camera. Percy had taken the picture, refusing to actually partake in the game itself (he was one of the few wizards out there that were not completely enamoured with Quidditch), offering instead to commentate and take pictures. Ginny had been heavily pregnant at the time so she hadn't been able to play, so therefore Natalie had also opted out of playing as it would make the game unfair if one team had six players while the other only had five.

Not as if they really cared about it being fair or not, but Natalie was quite a force to be reckoned with so they had kept quiet.

The matches had started to take place about nine years ago during a particularly long family dinner that had dragged on and on as the women talked about anything and everything which had led to Ron making the suggestion of them all playing a game of quidditch, something that they had all found to be a rather brilliant idea of his. Over time it had become a sort of tradition, one that took place once a month or every two months depending on how busy they all were. Normally Ginny and Natalie joined in as well which made for a great six-a-side game and if Neville or Lucas were in the country then they joined in as well making for seven people in each team which was practically a quidditch team. And if Fleur or Adriana joined in, well, then it made for an absolutely brilliant match.

The game on that picture had taken place during the rain which had logically resulted in them getting as dirty as they were on the picture. Despite the combined protests of his mother, Hermione and Pansy it had taken place, luckily with no injuries otherwise they would never had lived it down.

"Yes, it's up here. You took it with you when we came back from dinner at Charlène's three days ago!" Came his wife's reply and he nodded to himself, remembering that now.

"Thanks! Could you bring it down with you?" He called back up.

"Yeah!" Came her somewhat more distant reply and he knew that she had moved on into the bathroom to comb through her hair once more. It was one of her many quirks; it didn't matter if she had already combed her hair ten minutes earlier to near perfection, she would comb it again right before they left.

He found it endearing, Roxanne found it time-consuming and annoying. Probably because it had made them slightly late a couple of times. But that was their daughter; there wasn't a patient bone in her body and she absolutely hated being late to anything.

He turned his attention back to the frames on the wall and the look in his eyes grew fonder as he gazed at the one that held his family. It had been taken at the beginning of this school year, his left arm around Angelina's waist and his right arm resting on Freddie's shoulders, while Roxanne stood in front of Angelina, beaming at the camera as Angelina's hand rested on her shoulder.

Freddie was fifteen now and Roxanne thirteen and damn if it still didn't shock him when he thought about it. He could remember being fifteen himself, could remember being thirteen. Seeing his children at that age reminded him of how old he was becoming, of the generation that he now belonged to. On some days it was bittersweet but on most he was happy in a way he had never imagined he would be. Old age was suiting him well and he would never tire of rubbing it in the face of anybody that dared tell him that he was 'too old' to be doing something or that it was something that people his age shouldn't be doing because it was something for the younger people.

It normally ended in them being proven hilariously wrong.

He chuckled as he remembered an incident in the shop a couple of weeks ago. A young woman, perhaps twenty years his junior, had told him pretty point-blank that he should think about retiring soon and pass the making of his and Fred's joke products onto someone younger 'with a larger imagination' because his sense of humour was one of a generation past. He'd been left standing slightly dumbfounded as she had stalked off without further ado. Fred, having seen the whole thing and feeling completely and utterly like he should avenge his 'fallen' brother (not that he needed anyone to avenge him, he was perfectly capable of doing so himself), had then gone on to show her a variety of different things in the shop. She had turned to him, wide-eyed, and asked how he managed to think up so many clever things and he had turned around to him and told her that it was actually his brother that had invented this particular series of products. Her slack-jawed expression and the way in which she had literally fled from the shop had sent him and Fred laughing their heads off.

A couple of years ago he might have taken offense in what the woman had said. Now he merely laughed it off however as he could look at it through the eyes of someone who simply knew better.

Next his eyes strayed to the pictures holding the families of all of his siblings. First there was Charlie, standing next to Natalie and holding his three year-old daughter Amelia in his arms. Behind them was their farm in Romania and if you squinted closely enough, you could see one or two dragons happily munching on some poor animal in the background. Roxanne found it fascinating. Angelina? Not so much. Charlie, on the other hand, laughed when he saw it; "Represents my wonderfully vicious daily life" was what he said about it.

Sometimes George wondered whether he meant the dragons, his wife or his fiery daughter. But curiosity had killed the cat so he decided not to enquire any further.

The picture of Bill's family was situated once again against the backdrop of Shell Cottage, as all of those pictures were. Fleur and Bill still resided there and planned to reside there until the end of their days. It was a bit morbid, in his opinion, to think that far ahead but Bill had shrugged when he had mentioned it once to him stating that "I always knew that once I'd settle, I'd settle for life." And apparently he had. Victoire sat on a chair in front of her parents, her hands positioned delicately in her lap as she smiled at the camera. Out of the three of them, Victoire was the most like her mother; poised and delicate with never a hair out of place. Her Veela heritage only helped to enforce that. Dominique stood next to the chair upon which Victoire sat, staring off into the distance with a distinctly bored expression on her face. She hated having pictures taken of her but as it was sort of a requirement in their family, she bore it with grace. Most of the time anyway. Louis was grinning brightly at the camera, his eyes lighting up with mischief in a way that reminded George too much of Bill. He already knew that Louis was intending to become a Curse Breaker like his father; that sense of running after adventure lay in his blood too.

Actually...George raised an eyebrow as he looked at Dominique. He had a feeling that she would be here today too, despite saying that it didn't interest her one jot, if only because of Scorpius. The corners of his mouth turned upwards and a twinkle shone in his eyes. He was going to have so much fun teasing her about that.

Next came the one holding Percy and his family and he smiled warmly when he looked at it. Percy had always stood out slightly from the rest of them; he had always been a bit different. They had never been that close but over the course of the past decade he had suddenly come to realise that his older brother's brand of dry humour and sarcasm was in a league of its own and he'd regretted some of the crueler words that he'd said when they had been younger. When he'd told Percy as much (as he had never been able to keep his thoughts to himself), Percy had looked at him strangely and told him that of course he knew that which had left him standing there flabbergasted. It seemed that his brother had understood quite a few things better than the rest of them, even if he could still be a pompous ass from time to time.

Apparently it was part of his charm, according to Audrey.

He'd married her seven years ago, after breaking up once and being utterly miserable in the months that they'd been apart. Even George had felt bad for him during that time. But Percy had redeemed himself in Audrey's eyes by moving over the big pond to join her in America and prove to her that he was completely and utterly serious about them. They currently still resided in New York, even if their daughters Molly and Lucy would be joining Hogwarts once they were old enough to do so. Molly was a gorgeous little girl of six years, bright-eyed and intelligent while Lucy was slightly calmer than her sister at four. Their mother had cried when Percy and Audrey had told her Molly's name and she was affectionately referred to as 'Cupcake' by the rest of the family in order to avoid any confusion. Molly II loved her nickname and apparently introduced herself as such to anyone that she met, much to the consternation of her parents who were attempting to teach her otherwise.

After returning, Percy had worked for three years at the Ministry of Magic here in London, but George could remember that Percy hadn't been happy about it. He hadn't known why though until much later, after he'd moved to New York and started working at the Ministry there. The Ministry in London represented his estrangement from his family to him and he hadn't been able to go there without immediately remembering that time when he'd made a mistake and stopped talking to them. Regret was an emotion that everyone had but Percy seemed to carry more of it within him than most, something that George was sad to note none of them had noticed until Audrey had exploded rather spectacularly at a family dinner when he, Fred and Ron had been needling Percy about his job at the Ministry a couple of years back in a way they had always done for as large as they could remember.

George sighed and smiled at the moving picture with Molly running around her parents and Lucy smiling while holding her father's hand. That incident had caused Audrey to refuse speaking with them for nearly a year and it had taken quite a lot of effort from their side to convince her that they hadn't meant it maliciously.

Thankfully things had worked out though. George never wanted to experience not being in touch with any of his family ever again. He'd had enough of that during the time when they had been trapped in Hogwarts.

The next picture had a garish frame, clashing horribly with the cream walls behind it. And that in itself spoke volumes because how could something clash with cream? Well, Fred had found a colour and had delighted in presenting them with his newest family picture in it. Angelina had actually winced when they had hung it up and even he had to agree that it was horrible. But it fit Fred and his family to a 't'. Bright, neon and multi-coloured, it didn't actually succeed in diverting the attention from the picture which was as hectic as pictures could get.

Oh it started off as a normal picture alright. Fred had his arm around Isabella and their one year-old son Nicholas was sitting in her arms suckling his thumb while little Samuel, having celebrated his fourth birthday two weeks before the picture was taken, stood proudly in front of his father. Then a gnome ran into the picture just as it was being taken. Every time someone asked why they wouldn't just get rid of the pests in their garden, Fred and Isabella would grin and say that having them made life so much more interesting. Apparently that included this picture as a few moments after the gnome entered the scene, Fred was chasing after the family dog Peeves (and that alone defined its character perfectly) who was chasing after the poor unknown gnome. The force of Peeves rushing past Isabella caused her to almost topple over, holding Nicholas tight as she twirled around in an attempt to balance (she had been a ballerina all through her childhood and teens, that woman could twirl like a professional). Samuel, who had the combined spirit of both his parents, began chasing after his father and Peeves. The gnome, Peeves, Fred and Samuel ran back into the picture and the two humans out of the four of them fell to the ground as they slipped due to a puddle ending in a truly wonderful mess before the picture began once again from the beginning.

(The poor photographer refused to take another photo after that as this one had already been the fifth that they had attempted.)

Apparently Isabella was pregnant again, at least that was what Fred had said before leaving in a rush this morning because she had made a doctor's appointment without telling him of her suspicions and then called him to tell him to come and join her. If she was, then George was pretty sure that it would be another boy, but they'd have to wait a couple of months to see.

George's eyes briefly swept to another wall holding the wedding pictures and smiled fondly as he looked at the one holding Isabella and Fred on their wedding day. It had taken them four years of a steady relationship to figure out that they wanted to get married, but once they had decided that they would it had all been over very quick, culminating in an intimate wedding a month after the proposal. Both radiated happiness in it and George did his best to implant that picture in his mind.

Some days he still woke up thinking that his family was still lost, breathing heavily as he remembered his twin under a mountain of rubble and then lying in a bed as he recovered while in a coma. He had felt as if a part of him had died that day when Fred nearly kicked the bucket. It was truly horrifying and the war haunted him to this very day, but with so many happy memories around him, he was able to bury it underneath them most of the time.

Going to Hogwarts always had this sort of effect on him. He didn't know if this could be referred to as PTSD, but it had been getting better. It had practically been gone twelve years ago but then he had had a setback after his family had returned because after having them haunt him for so many years, not knowing whether they were alright or if they were even alive or not, the memories of the war had come crashing back and he had been unable to do anything about it. Angelina had helped him, as had the therapist, but it seemed that Hogwarts, once a place that had meant nothing but happiness and fun for him, had become a sort of trigger for panic attacks of varying degrees.

He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. He opened them again and determinedly moved on with his perusal of the pictures. It always appeared to help, looking at them before going to Hogwarts.

The next picture held Ron and his family in front of their house in Japan. It had been taken in Spring, right during the famous cherry blossom festival. Even after their initial time had been up, Pansy and Ron had decided to stay in Japan, having fallen completely in love with the country. Their mother might often bemoan the fact that two of her seven children lived overseas but even she knew that it was better for them that way.

Eight years ago Ron had married Pansy in a traditional Japanese ceremony, something markedly different to any of the other weddings in their family. It had been beautiful, also taking place during the time when the cherry blossoms bloomed. Both Pansy and Ron had enrolled in a university there; Ron studying Culinary Arts and Pansy studying Finance and Economics. Ron had finished after a year of rather intense study and had spent another three years working in various hotels and establishments. After Pansy had also finished her four year course, the two of them had opened their own restaurant, Ron doing the cooking while Pansy ran the management and accounts. Then little Fiona had arrived three years ago as quite a surprise. Her father and mother both loved her dearly and George had to admit that she truly was a gem. The small girl had been ecstatic when her parents had told her that she was going to have another sibling and half a year ago, Georgia had made her entrance into the world.

Pansy and Ron definitely had the most different life from the rest of them. Due to the rules in Japan and their own personal beliefs that they had developed over time, they lived pretty much like Muggles, only using magic when it was absolutely necessary. George would never profess to understanding it, or even being able to do it himself, but he respected it, as did the rest of their family. The war had left deep wounds in those two and although they were nothing more than scars now, George knew that Ron and Pansy would never quite rejoin the magical world again, even if little Fiona was already exhibiting signs of magic and would probably join Hogwarts too.

Even Pansy's brother Lucas had difficulty coming to terms with their lifestyle. It had been a surprise, meeting him at Ron's wedding. Lucas was everything that you expected a pureblood first-born not to be. Free, slightly wild and casual, the man had made quite an impact on them all when they had met him. George smirked as he thought about who Lucas had made the largest impact on and who had made the largest impact on him during that wedding.

Nobody had expected Lucas and Lavender to hit it off, they were two very different souls. Lavender had matured quickly due to Hugo's birth, working hard in order to make money and still spend as much time as humanly possible with her son. Lucas was a wild-card, had never really felt tied down to anywhere or anything and loved the freedom he had gained by leaving his family behind. But as with Pansy and Ron, the differences was what sparked an attraction and half a year later Ron and Pansy found themselves quite literally floored when Lavender and Lucas told them that they were in a relationship. First it was only long-distance as Lavender was in London and Lucas in Los Angeles but a year into their tentative romance, Lucas moved back to England and got himself a steady job. Two years later he proposed and little Rose had made her way into the world three years ago. Hugo adored his younger sister and loved his "Daddy Lucas", often bragging to other children that he was lucky because he had two fathers.

George could still remember thinking that he'd never seen Ron or Pansy so surprised as when that engagement was announced. It had been hilarious and he had of course catalogued the moment with a picture which was somewhere in the many albums sitting on the shelf in their living room.

Ginny's bright smile caught his eye and he turned to view the next picture. It was a picture that many people would pay many galleons for, especially the reporters. A personal family picture of the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry hated that name with a passion. In fact, he hated anything to do with the press these days and Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was probably the house with the best protection partly because of that. If he, Charlie and Bill had thought that they had hounded them and Hermione quite viciously after the war, then it was nothing on how the press attempted to intrude on every aspect of Harry's life. The Ministry had literally had to pass a law to prevent the press from entering anything but the Atrium because it had been so bad.

Needless to say, Harry and Ginny had both been adamant that it would be passed.

There were none of the tense lines around Harry's eyes in this picture though, as they normally were in public pictures. Ginny wasn't standing ramrod straight. Instead, Harry was holding little Lily Luna in his arms, his glasses slightly lopsided and his grin bright as the five year-old refused to hold still for the picture. His other arm was around Ginny's waist, who was leaning into her husband. James Sirius, named after both his grandfather and his father's godfather, stood tall for his eight years, a broomstick in his hand. Albus Severus, "named after the two greatest headmasters Hogwarts has ever seen and the bravest men I know" as Harry often said, had his mother's arm around him, looking so much like his own father that George could only shake his head when he looked at him. These kids would have a hard time when they started school, everyone knew that, but Harry and Ginny did their damnest to make sure that their childhood remained as sheltered as possible while having resolved to tell them about the war (excluding some of the more horrible details) before they left to go to Hogwarts.

And if their parent's reputations from the war weren't enough, the fact that Harry was head of the Auror department and Ginny one of the best chasers the Quidditch world had ever seen, was more than enough to ensure that everyone knew who they were anyway.

George's head turned slightly towards the doorway as he heard Angelina moving around in their room upstairs and he knew that it was time to go soon.

Below the picture holding Harry and Ginny was the Malfoy family, all twelve of them smiling winningly at the camera. George chuckled softly, knowing that nobody, including Hermione and Draco had seen that one coming. Carina Lucinda and William Draconis, nearly ten years old, had been more than a surprise as twins were extremely rare for wizarding couples to bear. And honestly, Hermione and Draco had been more than content with six children. But then Caelum Thomas had decided to make an appearance two years later and Aphrodite Sophia had joined the family a year after that. By that point, Hermione had already tried at least three different Muggle contraceptives, as well as the contraceptive spell. Seamus was making jokes about their sexual activities left and right, while even Greg was unable to contain his mirth at their friends apparent inability to stop having kids. And then, to crown the whole affair, they had had another set of twins two years after Aphrodite was born, Apollo Lucius and Artemis Andromeda, and Hermione and Draco had been left feeling somehow cheated and had given up contraceptives altogether.

Of course, just to make the whole thing even more brilliant, they hadn't had any children since. Draco called it fate trying to tell them something, Hermione called it her faulty biology. Either way, they had ten children and a store of patience so large it could fill the entire Pacific Ocean.

They loved all ten of them equally and had somehow managed to balance both their busy home life with the attention their company required; something that was a feat within itself. Over the years the two of them had become a 'rock' of sorts to the rest of them; their house being the place to go whenever anybody had any problems at all. Although "anything between eleven and five better be a bloody emergency". Their words, not his.

"George, we're leaving in three minutes!" Angelina's voice came from upstairs and he looked down, yup, he had his shoes on already and his jacket was lying over the chair over there so he was ready to go whenever she was.

His eyes strayed over to the picture next to the Malfoys which held the Zabini family. Blaise had quickly risen through the ranks in the Ministry and was currently the Head of the Department of Mysteries, while Luna still worked in the Creatures Department. Due to her position as the department's only wizarding naturalist, she often had to leave to go on trips, something that Blaise frequently bemoaned but never really meant seriously. Both of them loved their jobs far too much to ever give them up.

Luna and Blaise defied the trend of having a child soon after getting married. It had taken them six years before Lorcan and Lysander, twin boys, were born after getting married. Both of them were as dotty as their parents that belied their natural intelligence and George wasn't sure whether any house would ever be a match for them. Little Luca on the other hand, their three year-old son, was definitely going to be a Ravenclaw and that was something that everyone agreed on. Luna was currently pregnant again and everyone knew that Blaise was praying for a tiny baby girl this time so that he could spoil her silly because his three sons all refused to let their father spoil them, something that greatly annoyed the dramatic Slytherin but amused Luna endlessly.

Which brought him to the final two family pictures on this wall, the Goyles and the Finnegans. Both of them were close family friends and often present at the monthly Weasley dinners, something that he wouldn't have expected when he left Hogwarts over twenty years ago. It was one of the pleasanter surprises that life had offered him.

After Paul's birth, Diana and Greg had another boy, William, who was going to join his brother in Hogwarts next year. The family had remained in Britain, despite that brief period of time where they had considered moving to Germany due to the sudden attacks on ex-Death Eaters and members of families involved in the losing side of the war. Both still worked in the Ministry, Greg often acting as second-in-command to Harry in the Auror Department, while Diana continued to work as personal secretary and assistant to the Minister of Magic. Kingsley was still the Minister, despite his many attempts to get someone else to take over the job and by now he had reconciled himself with the fact that he wouldn't be able to do so until he actually retired, something that was still quite a ways down the road.

Seamus had also finally settled again, marrying Adriana nine years ago and having another son, Aidan, a year after they had married. He'd been understandably wary about marrying again after his divorce but Adriana had managed to convince him that his fears were unfounded when it came to her. It definitely helped that the twins were completely attached to her. They were still happily together, living in some small obscure town outside of Manchester, despite both of their jobs being in London. After having lived a significant amount of their lives in big cities, both preferred the calm that the countryside offered.

Connall and Sean were currently both in their fifth year at Hogwarts and managed to create as much (and if not more) chaos than Fred and George had managed in their time at school. It was hilarious to watch how much Seamus despaired when it came to them and their antics, one would have thought he would have been able to internalise that there was nothing he could do about it anyway. But that was just the way parents worked, George guessed.

"George?" Angelina's question pulled him out of his thoughts and he looked over at her. "We need to go." She said softly and he nodded.

Throwing one last look at the pictures on the wall, he picked up his jacket from the chair and took her outstretched hand, entwining their fingers as they left the house.

There would only be more of them to come.