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An Afternoon at the Burrow

Ophelia gulped slightly as she stood in the living room at the Burrow. Sure, she had been here many times before with Oliver and Duncan and knew the Weasleys, but she couldn't help but feel nervous as she gripped her broom tightly. She had found it buried in the back of her closet, though had hoped she wouldn't.

"Courage, Phillie," Charlie said softly in her ear. "Remember. You've tamed dragons."

"Aye, but that doesnae make yer family any less scary," she replied. Charlie chuckled, though she could see a certain strain in his eyes.

"THERE YOU ARE!"

Both of them turned, seeing Molly Weasley walk into the living room, grinning. She rushed over and threw her arms around Ophelia, pulling her into a suffocating hug.

"It's been far too long since I've seen you, Ophelia," she declared, stepping back and taking her face in her hands.

She then glanced at Charlie, then back at her, and Ophelia swore she saw a sheen of tears in her eyes.

Merlin, maybe Charlie hadn't been over-exaggerating.

Molly then hugged her son and started pulling the two of them towards the kitchen.

"Most everyone else is here. Thought we'd have a nice little picnic outside while the weather is nice," she said, leading them through the kitchen and out the back door. "Look who's here, everyone."

Ophelia froze, the two of them now standing before the entire Weasley clan and their significant others. The younger ones - Ron and Ginny - sat at one end with none other than Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Ophelia nodded towards Hermione, sure she had a tense smile on her face. The other woman gave her an encouraging smile in return. She continued down the table seeing Percy and Audrey, then Bill and his wife Fleur, who was holding an infant – Victoire, was it? Angelina was next to Bill, then George. And her brothers. Oliver and Duncan looked as though they were fighting off laughter and Ophelia couldn't help but scowl at them. Arthur Weasley walked over and gave Charlie a hug while the others just watched them.

Merlin, this was slightly nerve-wracking.

"Go on, take a seat, you two," Mrs. Weasley said, pushing them towards the table.

Just like that, the spell was broken, and people rose to their feet, pulling the two to the table and sitting them down.

"Well, well, it's not often Charlie brings someone home," George said grandly. Both Ophelia and Charlie frowned at him. "What's this about? Isn't it easier having the kneazle out of the bag?"

Bill chuckled and Charlie turned his glare to him.

"What are you laughing at? You were in on this," Charlie said.

Ophelia reached over and took his hand, hoping to avoid a fight between the brothers. She wasn't sure if they were anything like her brothers but was ready to step in if needed.

"I, dear brother, did nothing of the sort," he said. "I was willing to keep your secret. Others," he glanced at Fleur, who was suddenly paying close attention to the squawking baby, "did not."

Charlie's eyes widened in shock as Fleur looked up at Bill in mock surprise.

"William," she chided, though a grin slid across her face.

"Did you honestly think that you'd keep it from the rest of the family for long?" Percy asked sensibly. "Or that any of them would refrain from meddling."

"Ye did not do so well with ours," Oliver added. Ophelia shot him a look, though he just laughed at her.

"Stop giving your brother a hard time," Molly scolded, bringing more food to the table. "We're happy that you've found someone. And more than thrilled that it's dear Ophelia seeing as our families have been close for a long time as it is."