No, I'm not finished. I will expressively say when this story is finished. We have quite a ways to go first. Warning, I'm diverging from canon a bit more here to help my story line and go with the flow of this marriage law. Also, not very much Fremione, this chapter is mostly Ginny and Harry and Teddy. Did anyone else just realize their names are cute-sie together?

Okay, I lied, I wrote this ^ earlier, and just finished the ending. There most definitely is Fremione.

Thank you for the lovely reviews, they've all been perfectly adorable!

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A few days had passed since the full family gathering at the Burrow, and the place had never been so quiet. Bill, Charlie, and Percy had all moved back out of their childhood home officially, leaving the place much emptier than before. Mrs. Weasley hadn't been very excited to be losing her children again, but Mr. Weasley seemed to have talked her down. The twins had already set to cleaning out their flat above the shop, and had left this morning to bring their belongings back to their respective places. Harry had the feeling Hermione may be following them there eventually, but hadn't mentioned anything to him as of yet, and Mrs. Weasley certainly hadn't been tipped off. Harry still hadn't asked Ron what he was doing, as they had both been toying with the job offer Kingsley had offered to them the day before. The Minister had sent them an owl early in the morning, before even Hermione had been up and moving, asking them both to visit him at his office. Harry had taken it upon himself to wake and push Ron up, so they could reach Kingsley in time. Ron hadn't woken really until they had stepped in front of Kingsley.

'Morning boys,' the deep booming tones of the large man had made Ron sit up straight, sill bleary eyes, but awake none the less.

'Morning Kingsley, what can we do for you?' Kingsley had smiled at Harry, a kind and excited smile he hadn't worn in years.

'I've a proposition for the two of you. I understand neither of you are very interested in attending Hogwarts in the fall?'

'I wasn't aware we were being invited back. Hermione should be excited.' Ron mumbled, still trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Kingsley had nodded sagely, like he was thinking deeply.

'Yes, McGonagall will be inviting all the seventh years that couldn't finish their year to come back. But, I have the feeling you're both quite past sitting in classrooms after the last year you've had.' both younger wizards nodded, agreeing immediately with this sentiment, 'In that case, I would like to offer you both positions in the next Auror training.'

Harry could remember having to catch Ron from tipping out of his chair, both of their faces rather shocked, but interested all the same. Kingsley had sent them home to think about the opportunity before agreeing. They had done so, and slept on it as well, but now Harry was awake much too early, writing a letter to Kingsley to accept the position. He was just finishing when Ginny popped down the stairs like she did most mornings he woke up too early. His chest got a heavy feeling as she skipped over to him, chipper in mood this morning. She placed a kiss to his cheek as she passed, her ginger hair sweeping across his shoulder once she moved on to the kettle.

"Morning, Gin," he said, folding up his letter to seal it before she read it, and then feeling guilty immediately for hiding it. She should know about this, it would affect her too now. "Er, can I ask you something?"

"Good morning Harry, and yes, you can." She didn't turn around as she was tending to the two mugs.

"What would you think if I didn't finish school?" He asked quickly, not wanting to alert her. Ginny didn't even pause or turn to address him, shrugging and pouring the hot water in the two cups.

"I'd think you're probably smarter than most teachers there now anyways, and wouldn't get much out of attending. Why do you ask?" Ginny spun around now, both mugs in hand and carried them over to place one in front of Harry, giving him another morning kiss.

"Kingsley offered me an Auror position yesterday. And I'm accepting it," he lifted the finished letter lamely, watching her from the corner of his eye. Though the view was a bit blurry as his glasses didn't reach that far, but she didn't seem to be angry or sad about this bit of news.

"Ron too?" he nodded, watching her straight on now, as she took a sip of her tea and nodded.

"That's what you want to do, yeah? I think it's a good idea." Harry didn't say anything, just sealed his letter and leaned over to his fiancée, placing a large kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks Gin,"

Ginny smiled up at him, her mouth full of tea, so she didn't say anything. Harry brought his letter over to Hedwig, who had taken to keeping herself at the Burrow instead of following Harry to Grimmauld. He attached the letter to his owl's leg and told her to bring it to Kingsley. She nipped his fingers affectionately before hopping off the sill and launching herself into the air. Harry took a moment to watch Hedwig fly off until the tiny white speck was no longer visible. Instead, he looked across the Burrow's land and noticed an older man standing on the outskirts of the protections borders. He was standing almost directly on the Apparition point, looking around like he was trying to find a way to alert them. Harry took the chance this man was from the Ministry if his robes were anything to judge by, and went out to greet him. He kept his wand out and at the ready as he lowered the point of the protection spells enough to allow the man in.

"Hello Mr. Potter," The man said immediately, taking a step inside so Harry could lower the wards once again, "I'm Gregoritch Mubblin; I work at the Ministry for Relocation and Life Support of Young Witches and Wizards." He stuck his hand out, and Harry decided to trust him enough to shake the wizard's hand.

"May I see identification Mr. Mubblin," It wasn't really a question, and Harry wasn't going to allow the man to ignore him. Mr. Mubblin did in fact have his identification with him, brandishing it for Harry immediately, like he knew it would be asked for. "Alright, what is this about then?"

Mubblin cleared his throat and gestured to the Burrow hopefully, "May we sit for this Mr. Potter? It is rather unfortunate news I've brought you today." Harry nodded and led him in to the Burrow, warning the man to try and be quiet, as a few of the house mates have not yet woken. Mubblin was a perfect guest, following Harry without straying and sitting down at the table calmly, not knocking into a single thing, as he seemed a bumbling fellow. Ginny was still at the long table, a few seats from where Harry had placed Mubblin. She glanced up from her Quibbler Luna had dropped off yesterday, taking stock of the Ministry worker in front of her. The man stuck out his hand, introducing himself to her immediately after seating himself.

"Gregoritch Mubblin, ma'am," Ginny shook his hand lightly, saying her name for the man, "oh, I know. I have to say though, off the record, my wife and I were tickled pink when we found out you were matched with Mr. Potter for the marriage law. She's been ranting about the two of you for months." Ginny looked slightly shocked, and moved her chair subtly closer to Harry's, and tried to go back to reading her magazine.

"Now Mr. Potter, would you please sit so we may get on with our business?" Ginny gave Harry a look, but Harry had no answer for her, or any idea what he had business for.

"Yes, what is this about?" Harry asked once he was settled. Mr Mubblin opened his case and retrieved a large stack of papers that shouldn't have fit inside, and laid them out across the table for Harry. Ginny's curiosity got the best of her, and she climbed over to the next chair to read over Harry's shoulder. Mubblin cleared his throat and leaned forward, clasping his hands in front of him.

"Mr. Potter, I regret to inform you that Mrs. Andromeda Tonks has passed away. She was admitted into St. Mungo's late last night, and unfortunately did not make it past three hours. Her charge, young Mr. Edward Lupin, has been taken into temporary care at Mungo's until better care can be found for him. Which is my job, and why I am here before you now."

Ginny had covered her mouth in shock, a small squeak escaping her from the news. Harry himself was in a weird state of shock and disbelief. He hadn't seen Teddy for months; the last had been two months after the Battle of Hogwarts. Andromeda had told him he was welcome to visit, but he hadn't gotten around to it, and had felt horrible in ignoring them. Now he wouldn't be able to do that, and Teddy was alone.

"Where is Teddy going?" Harry asked, but it came out strangled and worn.

"I would like to ask you the same question, Mr. Potter." Mr. Mubblin said, gaining both of their attentions.

"Why?"

"You are named Edward Lupin's godfather, Mr. Potter. You were aware of this fact, were you not?" Harry nodded, unable to speak as of yet, "With no other relations available for Mr. Lupin, you are his next of kin." Harry was speechless, gaping at the Ministry worker like a fish.

"I get Teddy?" Mubblin grumbled a bit, but nodded eventually.

"If that is what you choose. But it is my duty, Mr. Potter, to try and have you see reason in this situation. Mr. Lupin is only a year old, he can be quite a challenge to handle, as most babies are. In your situation Mr. Potter, being only eighteen now, and getting married, adding a baby to the mix now may not be the best choice for either of you."

Ginny looked rather enraged by Mr. Mubblin's little speech, "Are you asking him to give Teddy away?"

The man did look regrettably sorrow, but stuck to his belief, "I am, though I know it's not an easy thing to do. We have a few families willing and checked out for Teddy to go to."

"No," Harry finally said, looking up into this man's eyes, glaring him down.

"Mr. Potter, please do think about this first,"

"Mr. Mubblin, in case you are unaware, though I doubt it, I am an orphan. I know exactly what Teddy is going to go through if he is sent to a family that doesn't know him. If I have the right to have him, I want him here with me to grow up loved by this family, and the one Ginny and I will have together. There is no way in hell I am leaving that boy by himself." Harry was trying very hard not to shout, but had already raised his voice higher than he should have. Ginny was nodding along with him, fully onboard with this idea. The Ministry man sighed but nodded, like he had known this would happen.

"Then, Mr. Potter, if you would sign here," Harry did so quickly, handing back the quill, "and I have a few questions for you before we can allow Teddy to be brought to you."

"Alright, go ahead,"

"Where will you be living?"

"I live here, and am in the process of cleaning out the apartment my godfather left to me. Ginny and I will be living there after we're married."

"That will be acceptable, but we will have to visit before we hand Teddy over. For a safety check." Harry agreed, knowing it would be a good idea, especially if it would ensure him Teddy.

"What is your work situation?"

"If you're worried about money, I can honestly say it's not going to be a problem." A blush lit Harry's cheeks, but he didn't lose eye contact.

"I am, but I'm more worried about the amount of time you will have for Teddy if you will be working long hours."

"Ah, well, I just set the Minster a letter to accept a position as an Auror. But, while training, Teddy will have Ginny, or her mother. And I know there will be a number of aunts and uncles willing to babysit him for us." Mr. Mubblin agreed that would be an okay arrangement. He shuffled through his stack of papers, and had Harry sign a few more spots, and even handed to quill to Ginny for a few from her as well.

"Now, Miss Weasley, you are of age, but am I correct in assuming you will be attending Hogwarts this fall?" Ginny nodded, but she didn't seem happy about it, "While attending Hogwarts, it is against the law to bestow upon a student, any parental rights they may have to a charge not of their own blood. In this case, I will have you sign this form that will give you custody of Edward Lupin were Mr. Harry Potter to become unable to care for him. This gives you the right to care for him, or choose an appropriate party for Mr. Lupin. Is this clear?" Ginny nodded, but Harry noticed a few tears in her eyes, and reminded himself to ask her how she really felt about this later. Each of them signed a few more places, and Mr. Mubblin sign one himself before he folded all the papers up again, keeping one out. He handed this single piece to Harry, shaking his hand and Ginny's before excusing himself.

"I'll be off now to inspect your apartment, with your permission Mr. Potter? It will be a cursory glance around, only as much as your elf will allow. Once I'm satisfied I can send Mr. Lupin straight this way, if that would appease you?" Harry was feeling overwhelmed, but agreed wholeheartedly, knowing Mrs. Weasley would be fine with helping them settle Teddy. "Good day Mr. Potter, Miss Weasley." and the man left the house, Disapparating once he reached the point.

Harry and Ginny were silent for a long while, listening to the house begin to wake up, and Mrs. Weasley walking above their heads.

"Pretty sure we've done this all backwards, but I think you did the right thing, Harry." Ginny whispered to him, hearing her mother moving around as well. Harry smiled for her, squeezing her fingers between his.

"You'll be a good mum for him Gin, we'll be fine." Ginny got teary eyed again, but didn't say anything as her mother had appeared at the end of the steps, offering them her good mornings and asking who was at the door this morning.

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Harry had collected Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Hermione and Ron in the sitting room to tell them his, and Ginny's, news. They were quite shocked, as they were right to be, and Mrs. Weasley hadn't been able to stop blubbering about Andromeda's passing.

"That poor woman, after everything. It was her nerves I'm sure; couldn't handle it anymore." Mr. Weasley kept patting his wife's arm, trying to console her, but hadn't said anything yet.

"And they're just going to drop Teddy off for you?" Hermione asked, trying to regain control of the conversation again.

"He said he was checking out Grimmauld, and I had Kreacher allow him in and to watch him. I just received the owl a while ago that it was approved. So I'll be seeing Teddy in a few, I assume." Ginny nodded, but she hadn't looked away from the window. Harry glanced over her shoulder and saw why; Mr. Mubblin had returned with a witch in his stead, a pram hanging from her arm.

"He's here," Ginny said, hopping up from her seat and dashing into the kitchen to reach the door first. Harry was not two steps behind her, keeping his hands down on her shoulders to stop her from hopping up and down excitedly. Hermione and Ron stayed in the sitting room, knowing if they were to join they would cause a jam in the door. Mrs. Weasley had no such qualms, almost shoving the couple over to see the two come up her front porch. Harry reached forward and opened the door, his wand still out in his hand automatically.

"Mr. Potter, it is good to see you so soon," Harry nodded, not quite agreeing with the sentiment, as the man had severely pissed him off on his last visit. Ginny and Mrs. Weasley moved back quickly, making room to the table, where the witch, now obviously a Medi-Witch, placed the pram on the table.

"May I?" Ginny asked, already itching to see Teddy. The Medi-Witch nodded, already quite aware of her and Harry's strange enough situation. She leaned back the top of the pram, and pulled off the pale blue blanket covering the sleeping baby inside. Ginny could almost feel her heart breaking at the sight of the child in front of her. He was breathing deeply, asleep for the count, his eyelashes fluttering lightly as he dreamt innocently. His cheeks were chubby, even more so than the last time she had seen him, weeks after he had been born. He was just over a year old now. One of his hands were fisted in the second blanket lain over him, while the other was twirled in his pale blonde hair, a close match to Mr. Mubblin's. The rest of his tiny body was covered in a white sleeper and the blanket, but Ginny didn't need to see the rest of him now. She was in love.

"Harry," she whispered, receiving a squeeze around her hips from his hands she hadn't known were placed there.

"I know Gin," she felt him lean into her and place a kiss on the back of her head, nuzzling into her hair, "Me too." Ginny knew she was crying now, could feel the tears running down her face, but she didn't make a sound. Nothing could stop her now, and she reached into the pram, tucking her hands under his warm body carefully to pull him up into her arms. Teddy fussed around a bit initially, but her warm body was too inviting and he fell back to sleep quickly, nuzzled into her neck and shoulder.

"Hi Teddy," Harry whispered over her shoulder, watching both of them in contentment.

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George and Fred had been split up all morning. The end of April wasn't usually this busy, most kids in school, or still in trouble from pranks they pulled on the first. But the Hogwarts school year hadn't happened this year, on account of the battle making a mess of the place.

Fred was at his wits end with the mass of people. No one had been immensely rude, or gotten in his face about the after effects of one of the trick sweets, but he was in a terrible mood. He knew it was because of her. He hadn't seen or spoken to Hermione since the full family dinner on Sunday. It was Friday afternoon now, and he was beginning to feel rather desperate. George wasn't helping matters either; purposefully leaving his twin on cash, or setting off the Instant Darkness Powder under his nose, and then laughing at his bad mood. He was minutes away from running out the front door to rid himself of the noise and distractions.

"Fred? Seriously this time, are you okay?" Fred snapped out of his weird daydream of bursting the door off the shop, and using the current customers as a bridge to get over the bumpy steps. Verity was leaning over the cash counter, just barely reaching his shoulder.

"No, I'm really not, Ver. But we're almost done, right? What time is it?" Verity checked her watch as Fred rubbed his face quickly, trying to get his tired eyes to open fully.

"Half past noon," He glared at the offending time piece, daring it to change before he smashed it to pieces. Unfortunately, the ticking continued methodically, ignoring his wishes.

"Bloody hell, I'm going out for lunch Verity. Tell George when you see him?" their assistant nodded, leaving him alone now that she had done her duty. Fred grabbed a few Galleons from the register and spun around, quick as a cat, to get to the door before anyone could stop him.

Of course, speak of the devil, the shop cat, Treacle, decided then was a good time to wind herself around his ankles. Not spotting her in time, he hooked his foot underneath her belly, lifting her enough to trip her up as well. Treacle spun around with a hiss and a snarl, swiping at his leg.

"Oh you stupid, ruddy thing; move! That was your fault. You're so lucky you haven't been tossed out on your ass, I wouldn't push your luck right now with the mood I'm in." Treacle didn't scatter like he would have liked her too, but she did move back a bit, her glare unwavering.

"Fred? Did you just yell at a cat?" A voice asked him from the doorway, but he ignored them a moment to continue his staring match with Treacle.

"No, I yelled at Morgana's spawn." the voice turned into a giggle, tearing his eyes away from the cat and catching sight of a highly amused Hermione Granger. His throat felt like it dropped into his stomach, and tried to straighten up but the leg he'd tripped over Treacle with didn't feel like participating. She was still smiling at him, waiting for him to say something. It took him another minute, but he did eventually stand erect and give her an over sized smile.

"Hello," she giggled at him again. She wasn't a giggler, but Fred thought he wouldn't mind her doing it again.

"Hello,"

"Would you like to come grab lunch with me? I haven't seen you in a bit, and thought we could talk?" Hermione asked calmly, bending over to collect Treacle up in her arms. Fred watched her bend over, eyes glued to the arse of his fiancée, snapping back to attention when she turned around holding the purring half-Kneazle. "Fred? Lunch?"

"Yes! What? Yes, I will have lunch with you. But we're not taking the cat." He stumbled over every word, but made her giggle again. Hermione dropped Treacle onto the counter by the window and turned to leave. Fred followed immediately, trailing behind her and shutting the door behind him. He met her on the stoop, giving her another huge grin.

"So, now that I've made a complete fool of myself in front of you, where would you like to eat?"

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Hermione snorted for the fourth time since sitting down with Fred at the Three Broomsticks, her chuckles catching their waitress' attention again. Fred was grinning at her, proud of himself for yet again making her almost spit out their drinks.

"You did not do that. Ron would have said something if you had."

"Honestly, 'Mione, you think Ronniekins would tell you I stuffed his pillowcase with hamsters?" Hermione coughed out a sore laugh, her stomach beginning to hurt.

"Right, okay, I'll believe you." Fred chuckled along with her this time, taking another chip from her plate before she could slap at his hand. They had been eating for forty minutes already, and Fred was having a much better day because of it. He didn't miss the fact this was their first real date, and had gone out of his way to keep her laughing.

"Okay, now that you've almost completely finished my chips, I admit I dragged you here to ask something." Hermione said with a coy smile aimed his way, and watched as he raised a brow curiously, his mischievous grin stretching over his lips.

"Why, Granger, I'm flattered. But I must admit my mother won't approve of our dallying before marriage."

"And I'm sure you've then told her about your other 'dalliances', during Hogwarts?" His grin slipped, while hers grew.

"Okay, what's your question?" he leaned in, deciding to ignore her hidden question. Hermione smiled at him, but it felt forced. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about everything they needed to get done before marrying, and they only had a few more months to actually get married. She was beginning to stress; and Molly wasn't really helping, pushing her along as she helped the other girls finish up their plans. It didn't help that she and Fred had ignored the entire thing, and hadn't talked about anything yet. Ginny and Harry were getting married in weeks already!

"I thought we should, you know, think about dates." Hermione started out shyly, not noticing Fred looking a bit confused.

"We're on a date, 'Mione."

She glared at him in annoyance, "I know, Fred. I meant wedding dates. For us, as we do have to get married in the next four months, and we haven't told your mother anything yet. I haven't wanted to think about it at all, but we're pushing it now. I thought picking out the day would be a good start." Fred was watching her, not looking away embarrassed or ignoring the conversation she was trying to have. He looked a bit sad, if she was being truthful.

"Hermione, I'm sorry."

"For what?" she was now rather confused; she couldn't think why that would have garnered an apology.

"Leaving you with all of this. I honestly didn't even think about it, I was focused on trying to get you to like me. And feel, um, comfortable I suppose, with having to marry me." She felt her cheeks grow warm, but couldn't be sure if it was from Fred's adorable nature, or the Butterbeers they'd consumed.

"Oh Fred," she sighed, and leaned over the entire table, not caring that she almost upset the salt shaker, to press a kiss to his downturned lips. He was surprised for sure, but returned her kiss lightly, realizing they would attract an audience eventually. She let him go, and settled herself back in her seat, a delightful blush coloring her cheeks. Fred stayed rather flummoxed, watching her settle back comfortably.

"I did something right, then?" his cheek was back, making a small grin quirk Hermione's lips.

"I'd say so, yes. Now, any dates in the foreseeable, four month future?" Fred relaxed in his chair as well, leaning his head back to think.

"June thirtieth." He said, smiling, while Hermione frowned a bit.

"That's an odd date, why'd you pick that?"

"Well, it's exactly two months away, it being April thirtieth today, and I figure if our anniversary date is something easy to remember, like the last day of the month, I won't go forgetting it in the future." His sly grin was back, daring Hermione to try and find a better reason.

"That's, actually pretty brilliant. I'll tell your mum next time I see her."

Fred winked saucily, and waved their waitress over for their bill, "You do that love, and remember to tell her what a loving, thoughtful fiancé you have." Hermione rolled her eyes, but made a mental note to do just that.

Hermione had taken Fred's hand once they'd left the pub, swinging their clasped hands gently between them as they walked. She was rather content in his company, loving the small chatter around them from the rest of Hogsmeade. Fred had promised her the rest of the day, saying George could handle the rest of the day on his own. Secretly, he was glad to be spiting his twin, and spending time with Hermione. He had missed her this week, and hadn't exactly spoken to her at Sunday dinner. Wedding talk wasn't his ideal conversation topic, but he knew it had to get done, otherwise he could have an angry bride and mother to deal with come the day. So far, they'd decided the date, the obvious fact of his best man, and Ginny as Hermione's maid of honour. She'd expressed the desire to have some kind of flower girl, but was aware they had no children around the family. He had sportingly volunteered Ron, deciding he would look the best in a fluffy skirt, trailing petals behind him. Hermione had laughed, but nixed the idea immediately for Ron's sake. But she said she would ask Ginny if Teddy could be walked down the aisle for their ring bearer. Fred agreed, liking the idea of having the tot there, knowing he would eventually see Hermione holding the baby.

"Okay last question for today, and then I'm done. Wedding planning is exhausting." Fred laughed at her, swinging their clasped hand high up in the air, letting gravity take over on their downward arch.

"Please say it's an easy one, I'm about to collapse."

"It should be, it's just the colours." she smiled, waiting for him to come up with some obnoxious colour.

"Blue, a very light blue." Hermione gave him a strange look that he returned, crossing his eyes as well, "Problem?"

"Yes, I was expecting some strange orange tone to be perfectly honest."

"But you look pretty in blue, and I was thinking of your Yule Ball dress. Most beautiful thing I'd ever seen that was." Fred closed his eyes a moment, revelling in the sudden reappearance of that delightful dress on the witch next to him. He was yanked back, spinning around to see Hermione grinning at him in a rather stupid manner. She jumped at his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist. Before he could even figure out what had happened, she laid another surprise kiss on him.

"We must stop meeting like this," he mumbled between their lips on a breath break.

"I don't bloody think so. I'm going to kiss you as I please Mr. Weasley." She grinned again, watching his pupils dilate and close the space between them, reveling in the close kiss.

"My pleasure, Miss Granger."

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I was going to keep going on this one, but I'd like most of my chapters to be the same length. They may seem short to you, but it takes all my brain power to focus on finishing