Well, here we are: the last chapter… epilogue… type thing…

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Epilogue: One Big Happy Family… Kind Of

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Hugo! Happy birthday to you!"

Hugo Weasley stood awkwardly next to his birthday cake as the Weasleys, Potters and one Lupin around him sang, most of them out of tune. Ron and Hermione, his parents, were standing behind him, and it was easy to tell that Ron was trying hard not to laugh at his son's awkward expression. His sister, Rose, was peering around her mother's waist.

Everyone applauded and Molly picked up a knife. "Alright now," she said, "Go back to your business so we can cut the cake, and then everyone can have some."

The crowd dispersed and people went back to what they were doing before Molly had called them all to the table.

Mia Weasley slumped down in a chair at the table, rolling up the sleeves of her Healer's robes. She hadn't had a chance to change out of them, seeing as she had only finished her shift at St Mungo's ten minutes earlier.

Teddy Lupin dropped into the chair next to her, a Hufflepuff tie wrapped around his vibrant blue hair, and a new Charms book in his hands. "Your kids are attacking each other again," he told her.

"What?" Mia asked. Teddy jerked his hand behind him, and Mia turned around in her chair. True enough, two of her children were engaged in a rather messy fight. Though where the other one was, she wasn't quite sure.

Groaning, she stood up and trudged over to them, passing different people. Ginny was speaking to Audrey, Percy's rather extravagant, almost exotic wife (not the kind of person you'd expect Percy to marry, really). Lily, Albus, Hugo and Rose were chasing each other around the garden, while James and Dominique sat plotting just metres away. And then-

"I told you not to throw them at me!"

"I told you to get out of their path!"

"Don't shoot sparks at me!"

"Don't hit me!"

"Hey!"

"Ow!"

"Mummy's coming!" Ah, there was the third child: hiding behind a bush and keeping look out. Or was she waiting for Gnomes?

"What are you doing?" Mia yelled at two of them, pulling them apart and up off of the ground.

"He threw another Fanged Frisbee at me!" Cathy shouted, pointing her finger at her brother.

"No I didn't! You were in its way!" Fred bellowed.

"You sho-"

"Shut up!" Mia screamed at them. Behind her, they heard a thump and a small grunt. Turning around quickly she saw her youngest, Megan, trying to catch a Gnome with her small hands.

Huffing and licking her lips, Mia turned back to the other two.

"Freddie, don't throw Fanged Frisbees when anybody is close enough to get hit by them!" Mia told him, "God knows how many bite marks we've all gotten in the last week alone! I don't know why your dad keeps buying them for you!"

Because he's George, her mind told her.

"Cathy," she pointed at the middle child, "Don't hit him!"

"But he shot sparks at me!"

"Oh my god," Mia moaned, running a hand over her face, "Right, Freddie, give me your wand."

"What?"

"Give me your wand!" Mia repeated, "That's the fifteenth time you've shot sparks at her since you've had it! And you've only had it for a week!"

Reluctantly, Fred handed over his week-old wand. "You can have it back when we get back to the flat," Mia told him, stuffing it into her pocket. "God help us when you learn how to Stun… Now, Cathy, go somewhere-"

"Ow!" whipping around, she saw Megan clutching a bleeding finger, and a Gnome running away, cackling. Sighing and pulling out her own wand, Mia crouched down and wiped Megan's finger on the edge of her robes, then tapped the cut quickly with her wand. It Healed instantly.

Turning back to Fred and Cathy, she was about to carry on, when Molly called, "Anyone who wants cake, come and get it!"

Completely forgetting their argument, Fred and Cathy ran off, laughing together. And, completely forgetting about the Gomes, Megan followed, tripping over her own feet as she went.

Her three children: she was never quite sure whether they were complete failures, or amazing successes.

Fred was the oldest child. At eleven years old, he had just received his Hogwarts letter, and had started happily showing off his new wand to his sisters. He was short and stocky, with the trade-mark Weasley red hair, which was falling into his eyes. There were so many freckles covering his face, it was almost hard to tell what skin colour he had. He had a love of anything with sharp teeth, and, because both Mia and George refused to let him have a pet (although George had been considering at one point, before Mia told him it would probably escape the flat, terrorise all the customers down in the shop and then run away), so instead, he had a great collection of Fanged Frisbees in his corner of the bedroom, which George kept buying for him.

Cathy was the middle child, and just a year younger then Fred. With mousy brown hair (which she had recently attempted to cut herself, resulting in choppy, broken locks that stopped between her chin and shoulders) and too-wide, light brown eyes; she was definitely more Homing than Weasley. All though she did share the same tall, lanky frame as her uncles Ron, Percy and Bill, and would probably be taller then both her parents when she stopped growing. Loud, brash, and immensely protective over her inanimate possessions, though cared little for anything that was actually alive.

And lastly there was Megan and three years younger then Cathy. She was a tiny little thing, with stick-like limbs and freckles running up her arms and legs, but seemed to steer clear of her face, and sharing the same reddish-brown hair as her cousins, Rose and Hugo. She was quiet, tidy and had a great love for the Quibbler, and anything to do with it. She kept nearly every issue she'd read, which were placed neatly under her bed, and Mia planned to introduce her Luna Lovegood someday.

Traipsing back to the table, she ran a hand through her hair and stopped next to George.

"You need to stop buying Freddie those Frisbees," she told him.

"What?" George exclaimed, "But he loves them!"

"Exactly."

George looked at her confused, until the exact same boy they were talking about came pushing through the crowd towards them, with way to much cake already in (and around) his mouth.

"Tell me, Freddie," George said, kneeling down in front of him, and smiling softly "Do you think we should stop buying Fanged Frisbees?"

"No!"

"Well, there you go, then," George said, looking up at Mia. She just huffed and crossed her arms.

George ruffled Fred's hair, and then looked at him for a second longer than he needed to, which only Mia really noticed. Freddie was the spitting image of his father. But that also meant he was the spitting image of someone else…

Fred ran off and George stood up, wrapping an arm around Mia's waist, and Hermione came up to them, holding two plates of cake.

"Here," she said handing them the plates, along with a fork each, "Molly said to get at least one piece out to everyone before either Louis eats it all, or James poisons it."
"Good idea," Mia agreed sticking a forkful of cake in her mouth. She sighed and let her head fall back against George for a second. Until-

"Mia, George," Hermione said.

"Yeah?"

"Your kids are attacking each other. Again."

Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter/epilogue, and I hope you enjoyed the series over all.

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