Mrs. Weasley was sitting at her kitchen table, looking at a picture of her children and their families. The picture had been taking at the beginning of summer, at a family picnic. She looked over each of her children, starting with Bill.
Bill stood with his wife Fleur and their son Charlie. Charlie was sixteen, and had his father’s red hair and acted very much like him. In front of Charlie stood a thirteen-year-old girl with her blond hair back in a low ponytail and her crystal blue eyes looking at the camera. This was their daughter Florence, beside her stood a six year old with blond hair. This was Alexander, their son.
Next to them stood Savannah, Charlie’s fiancé if he hadn’t gotten killed in the final battle, and their sixteen-year-old daughter Trinity who had his red hair, with her mother’s blue eyes.
Beside her Percy and his wife Penny stood with simple expressions on their faces. A red haired, blued eyed, thin twelve-year-old boy stood in front of them, named Dustin; Their oldest son. Edward of ten and Lewis of eight stood next to him, looking equally the same, but Lewis had his mothers brown eyes. Then came their youngest at four, Charlotte with her shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes, holding her mother’s hand.
Fred and Angelina stood next to them, with smiles on both of their faces; Their oldest Miranda beside them. She looked like her mother with her father’s eyes at fifteen. Miranda smiled, holding Christopher, her two year old brother. Otto stood next to her with a big mysterious grin on his face, which matched Fred’s in every way. Otto was nine and acted and looked like his father.
Standing with his arm around his wife, George stood beside him. Beverly smiled next to him. George had been the last to marry and ended up marrying his best friend from Hogwarts. Next to them stood their oldest Josephine. She was thirteen and had her father’s red hair and eyes, but her mother’s spirit.
Next to Josephine stood Ron, holding his and Hermione’s three-year-old son, Nicholas. Hermione was next to him, holding their newborn son Wyatt with a gently smile. A bushy brown haired girl stood in front of them. She looked everything like Hermione and acted like her too, her name was Genevieve and she was twelve.
Harry and Ginny stood next to them, with their arms around each other. Cleo, their fourteen-year-old daughter stood next to them. She wore her red hair in a messy bun as her emerald green eyes sparkled at the camera.
In the front of everyone sat five kids smiling and laughing at each other; just having a good time. First there was James, with his black hair, emerald green eyes and his round glasses. Next to him sat his brother Sirius with his untamed jet-black hair and his mothers brown eyes. They were Harry and Ginny’s twin sons.
Mrs. Weasley smiled as she saw Emmaline, Fred and Angelina’s daughter, having a flower placed in her hair by Sirius. She had dark red hair with easy chocolate brown eyes.
Next to her sat Jennessa with her straight brown hair hidden in a winter cap. It was her favorite item for some odd reason, no one really knew why. She was laughing at Sirius and looking toward Emmaline with her dark brown eyes; a simple smile on her face. Jeanette sat next to her with the same brown hair but in waves with light brown eyes looking toward her sister. She smiled softly turning to look at the camera. Jeanette and Jennessa were the twin daughters of George and Beverly.
The five of them were eleven, going into their first year at Hogwarts. They were as different as could be, but yet they were best friends.
Mrs. Weasley smiled down at the picture as her teapot whistled. She got up and placed it on the table. She poured herself a cup of tea before heading up for a goodnight’s rest, for tomorrows end of the summer picnic.
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