It was a few days later, Bethany had come down with a cold and couldn't meet the rest of the Weasleys. Christina wanted to stay home to care for her daughter but her parents insisted she go hang out with people her own age.

She met up with Bill, Fleur and someone named Andromeda in muggle London.

"Christina, this is Teddy's grandma, Andromeda Tonks."

She blinked. "Did you say Tonks?"

"Yes."

"My baby brother Justin talks a lot about your husband Ted. They became rather close while on the run."

Andromeda smiled sadly. "That sure sounds like Ted. He was always so warm and friendly, a true Hufflepuff."

"Where's little Bethany?" Fleur asked.

Christina frowned. "She came down with a cold. I wanted to stay home to take care of her but my parents insisted I come hang out with people my own age or at least around my age."

"How old are you?" Fleur asked.

"26."

Bill nodded. "My brother Percy is your age."

"How many siblings do you have other than Ginny?"

"Five. It used to be six but my younger brother Fred was killed in the Battle of Hogwarts," Bill frowned as Fleur patted his shoulder.

She frowned. "I'm sorry. As I already mentioned, my little brother had to be on the run for the latter part of 1997 and 1998 and came back to fight in the war only to come out with even more PTSD than he already had from his second year."

"What happened in his second year?"

"He was petrified by a snake," she explained with a cringe.

"I'm sure you're familiar with apparition?" Bill asked.

She nodded. "My brother Justin has taken me sidealong a few times. Though, he didn't initially get his license."

Bill laughed. "My brother Charlie was the same, hold onto Andromeda's arm and we'll go."

She took Andromeda's arm and they travelled to 'The Burrow' and walked up to the door Bill knocked.

A stout woman answered the door. "Hello, dear."

"Hi mum," Bill greeted.

She greeted Fleur and then turned to Christina. "And you must be Christina, Bill and Fleur's new friend."

"I am. I was supposed to bring my daughter but she came down with a cold. My parents insisted I come talk to people my own age."

Molly nodded and escorted them in. Christina immediately noticed a familiar brown haired man talking to a bespectacled ginger. What's he doing here?

"Christina, this is our third oldest Percy," Molly introduced her.

The bespectacled ginger turned to her. "You're Christina?"

"I am."

Percy nodded. She shared a glance with Oliver but he didn't say anything before Molly could escort her away.

She was introduced to George and Charlie. She started chatting with the group.

"So, you're a muggle?"

"I am. Though, my daughter is magical and obsessed with Quidditch. She hopes to be a seeker."

"I played seeker at school and I could've played for England," Charlie said.

"Oh, that's cool. What did you choose to do instead?"

"I work with dragons."

Her hazel eyes lit up excitedly. "I work with animals too. Though, they're not as interesting as dragons. My family owns a small chain of pet stores that specialize in reptiles. My favorites are the turtles."

Charlie nodded. They began talking about reptiles.

Right before it was time to eat, Oliver took her aside and asked to talk to her alone. He led her outside on the porch swing.

"I want to apologize for the way I acted on our date last month."

She said, "I wasn't too much better, I would be offended if someone accused me of lying about my job too."

"I assumed you were a muggle since my gran is a muggle. I used rugby as a cover for the fact I play Quidditch."

She nodded. "I am a muggle, but I'm rather familiar with the wizarding world since my youngest brother is a wizard."

"Oh, he is?"

"Yes, he is. He's the only one who is magical."

Oliver nodded. "Are you willing to start over and give it another go?"

"I am."

Oliver smiled at her and her heart skipped a beat. A few minutes later, Percy called them inside for dinner. Oliver escorted her inside and to the table.

Later that night, after saying goodbye to the Weasleys and Oliver she took the metro home. Her daughter hadn't convinced her grandfather to let her stay up this time.

"Did you have fun with the Weasleys?" Francis asked his daughter.

She smiled. "I did. I assume Effie is asleep?"

"Yes, she is. She's been asleep for the last two hours or so."

"Did I stay out too late?" she fretted.

Francis assured his daughter with a hug. "Sweetie, you're a great mum. You deserve some time with people your own age."

"I suppose, dad."

They separated from the hug and sat on the couch.

"I have another date with Oliver soon."

"You do?"

Christina nodded. "He's a family friend of the Weasleys. We apologized to each other about our first date. He assumed he had to hide the fact that he was magical from me."

Francis nodded.

"I'm not going to tell him about Bethany yet. He'll probably dump me on the spot once he finds out I have a daughter anyway."

"Give him some credit, sweetie."

"I suppose you're right, dad."

Justin walked down the stairs. "Hey sis, how was your visit with the Weasleys?"

"It went well. So, what story did you tell Effie tonight?"

He smiled. "The story about when I got my letter."

"I remember that."

July 1991

There was a knock on the door. Christina answered the door since her mum wasn't close to the door.

"Hello." a woman in emerald green robes greeted.

"Hi. Who are you?"

"I'm Professor Minerva McGonagall."

"Are you here about my little brother Justin?" she asked.

Before Professor McGonagall could respond her mum joined them at the door. "Hello, what can I do for you?"

"As I mentioned to your daughter, I'm here about your son Justin."

"Justin!" Sheila called her youngest.

"Yes, mum?" he asked, walking into the living room with their brother Aaron following them.

McGonagall introduced herself for the second time. Sheila escorted her into the house and she sat down.

"I'm sure you've had some incidents of unexplained occurrences."

"He turned my hair blue when he was two," Christina said.

"I did not!"

"He didn't."

Christina pouted. "I wish I had a sister instead of two brothers."

"That was accidental magic."

"Are you saying that I can do magic like Gandalf from the Lord of the Rings?" Justin asked.

"Yes, I am."

"That's cool!" Aaron exclaimed.

"It is." Christina agreed.

McGonagall handed Justin a letter addressed to him. He had been looking forward to going to Eton like his big brother.

"Would you hate me if I chose to attend Hogwarts?" Justin asked his older siblings.

Christina said. "Of course not, Justin. We love you."

Justin smiled at his siblings.