A/N: So this is it! The last chapter! Thank you to everyone who has read this. I'm going to write a new story, as I've said, and then maybe continue this series. Please let me know what you thought! :D

Chapter 33

A few months later, Hogwarts life had returned to how it should be and Fred Weasley was standing in a hospital with his very pregnant wife. Just outside the room, George, Molly and Mrs Weasley were waiting impatiently for their new family member to arrive. Admittedly, Fred had forgotten how much childbirth hurt. His hand ached from the tight squeezes Kat often gave and he didn't think it would ever be hand shaped ever again, but instead simply a group of crushed bones which somewhat resembled a hand. Maybe if he tried hard enough, he'd be able to pop his fingers back into place.

But what made it worse, was that he'd have to endure this crippling pain twice. Because there was something the parents had kept secret from the rest of their family (minus George because Fred couldn't resist); they were having twins.

Every so often, Fred would mutter some words of encouragement to his wife, or crack a joke to keep the mood light- somehow he got the impression that the doctors and nurses didn't appreciate his efforts, but it kept Kat laughing so what did he care?

Fred had proposed that Kat give birth in a muggle hospital seeing as Kat's parents wouldn't be around to see their daughter for a few weeks and he didn't want to push too much magic onto her. Kat was more than happy when Fred suggested this as, being a muggle, she wouldn't have felt comfortable giving birth at St. Mungo's.

Soon enough, Fred held two beautiful baby girls in his arms. He stood, sticking his tongue out at each of them in turn to make them repeat the motion to their father.

When George, Molly and Mrs Weasley were let in chaos erupted.

"I can't believe these muggle hospitals," Mrs Weasley was saying in disgust, "So much mess and- Oh Fred!" She stopped mid-sentence upon seeing the two babies in her son's arms.

"This isn't a joke, is it, Fred? You haven't stolen someone else's child for a prank?"

Fred cursed, "Dammit, mum, you caught me," he said sarcastically, with a wink at Molly, "It's all a joke, sorry to waste your time."

That earned him a sharp slap across the back of the head from his mother.

"Ouch!"

Mrs Weasley ignored him and looked down to coo over the babies, "Oh, Fred they're gorgeous! What are they called?"

"We don't know yet," Fred said, "Kat wouldn't let me call them Gred and Forge although I still don't understand why."

"Slap him for me please, Molly," Kat said from her bed across the room and Mrs Weasley was more than happy to oblige.

"Ouch! This is abuse!" Fred protested, "George help me!"

"I personally think Gred and Forge would have been brilliant names," George started but when his mother raised her hand in the general direction of his head, he continued, "for boys. But, seeing as they're girls, there are probably better choices."

"Hmph," Mrs Weasley sighed, "May I hold my grandchildren now?"

"Don't drop them," Fred said, "They're fragile."

"Fred, they're not made of glass," Kat said as she hugged Molly who had run over to see her mum, "anyway, I reckon you and your brother were dropped a few times as children."

"It would explain a lot," Molly giggled.

"Hey! You're meant to be on my side!" Fred protested.

"Don't worry Forge," George said, walking over to his twin, "I've got your back. But seriously, mum, did you drop us?"

"Maybe once or twice," Molly said thoughtfully.

"What?" the boys yelled in unison.

"I'm joking," Mrs Weasley said with a chuckle, "Although thinking about it, Charlie may have dropped one of you once."

"He was always was my least favourite," George said thoughtfully.

"I'll have you know that I, on the other hand, am very experienced in handling babies," Mrs Weasley said, taking one of the girls from Fred.

"Had one or two yourself, didn't you?" Fred laughed.

Mrs Weasley glared at her son as she took the other baby and rocked them gently before heading over to Molly and kneeling down next to her granddaughter.

"Would you like to hold your sister?" she said gently.

Molly smiled and reached out, taking one of the children from her grandmother.

"Seriously though, what are you going to call them?" George asked.

"Well, Mol, you're holding your new sister Helena Ariana Weasley," said Fred, "And mum, you have-"

"Maria Pearl Weasley," Kat finished.

"They're beautiful!" Mrs Weasley gushed.

George smiled as he took his new nieces, "Reckon we were this cute once?" he asked Fred.

"Nah, I think we were really manly babies. Handsome and dashing from the moment we were born. Right, mum?"

"Troublesome and cheeky from the moment you were born I think would be more accurate," Mrs Weasley scoffed, "I see you still haven't grown up."

"I don't know what you mean," George said innocently as he faked tripping and nearly dropping Helena.

"George!" Mrs Weasley and Kat shrieked.

Fred laughed as his brother looked up and said, "What? The floor's slippy."

"Don't be ridiculous! You have two newborn babies in your arms and-"

"Mum!" George interrupted, "I was messing! I wouldn't dream of hurting either of them! I'm sensible enough to not send the entire family a death wish."

A few hours later, Mr Weasley, Angelina, Fred jnr. and Roxanne all arrived so Mrs Weasley offered to take Molly home to the Burrow to allow some space in the little hospital room. They were all just as shocked to find two babies in the room but also equally delighted.

"Who's the elder?" Mr Weasley asked after passing the girls onto Angelina who carefully showed Roxy and Fred how to hold their cousins safely.

"Maria," Kat replied, "She's the one that-"

"Roxanne's holding?" Mr Weasley guessed.

"Yeah," Kat said slowly, "How did you know?"

"I've always been good at telling twins apart. It's something you learn quickly when you're a parent to two of the most mischievous twins around."

"He's not talking about is, is he, Fred?" George asked while also keeping an eye on his children.

"He can't be," Fred replied, "We're angels!"

Mr Weasley raised an eyebrow, "You're about as angelic as a niffler in Gringotts."

"Now that's just rude," Fred huffed.

"It's true though, Freddie," George said, "We do have a joke shop, after all."

"Only the best joke shop in the universe!" Fred said.

"I don't know," Angelina said thoughtfully, "I've heard there's a good one on Mars."

"Angie!" George cried dramatically, "I can't believe my own wife would betray me so!"

"Sorry, sweetie, it just seems Mars do better joke shops."

"I guess we're moving to Mars, then," Fred said, "We'll show those pesky Martians who's boss."

"Excuse me," Kat interrupted, "As lovely and peaceful this planet would be without you, you have two newborn children to raise and look after."

"Yes, dear," Fred sulked before leaning over and kissing his wife on the forehead, "I love you."

"I love you too."