15 YEARS POST-WAR; 12 YEARS AFTER THE WEDDING
Me: George, do you think they'll be alright?
GW: y/n, of course, they will, do you really think they'll be that much trouble?
Me: If they're even half as troublesome as we used to be...
GW: I know, I know. The Worrisome Weasleys and y/n. Well, guess what? You're a Worrisome Weasley now too.
Me: There's a new wave of them going to Hogwarts...
GW: McGonagall is going to rip her hair out.
Me: If she doesn't drop dead from surprise first.
GW: She'll go mental.
Me: Absolutely insane.
GW: I wonder if they'll be prefects...
Me: They won't, George, they definitely won't.
GW: But you were...
Me: So? I wasn't even there long enough to hold the title.
GW: Should we, I don't know, catch up to the kids?
Me: Yeah, don't want Mum hauling them all off--
GW: Like last year?
Me: Stop it. It was an accident.
GW: You couldn't park the car!
Me: Muggle cars are bullshit!
GW: You ended up using magic!
Me: I'm a goddamned witch! I'll use magic if I want!
GW: I love your attitude.
He pecks my cheek.
Me: Shut up Weasley.
GW: You're a Weasley too, so don't play that.
"Mum! Dad! Hurry up!"
GW: Coming!
George grabs my hand and we run through platform 9 3/4.
GW: Here we are!
"Come on George! Your sons are waiting!"
We run up to Molly who is helping all the Weasley kids load their stuff onto the train.
MW: Ugh, finally. I was starting to think that you had trouble parking again.
Me: We don't live in the muggle world anymore. That was just for a few weeks last year.
MW: I know, that's why I was worried.
"Mother, I can't find Howl."
I look over at a young boy, no more than eleven, holding up an empty birdcage. His fiery red, curly hair, reflecting the sun.
Me: Figo, I told you to lock the damn cage.
"Mum, watch your mouth."
I turn around to see another boy, identical to the last except he has brown eyes while Figo has blue.
Me: Freddie, where's Cat?
Cat is, well, Freddie's pet Cat. She's ten years old, all white, and is always getting lost.
FrW: uh...Cat? Caaaaat!
The white cat crawls onto his cart.
Me: There she is. You kids ready?
FrW: I'm ready, Mum.
Me: How about you Go-Go?
FiW: Can you not call me that anymore, Mum?
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The End of the Beginning (Draco Malfoy x Fem Reader)
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