You were the baby of Rosalind Potter and Fred Weasley, they were together since sixth year and loved eachother since fourth year, their first kiss were in sixth year in a kayak, off curfew at night, it was Fred's idea.

In seventh year they both got engaged and had you, their little baby of now 5 months old, you got Fred's hair and Rosalind's dark green eyes. Fred and Rosalind were at The Burrow with the others who was outside but not Molly and Arthur who was inside.

A sweet smell of honey and cinnamon coming from the stove, Molly leaning against the kitchen counter, patiently waiting for the pie to be done as Fred and Rosalind were sitting on the carpet in the living room, playing with you.

They were both sitting with you on the carpet and you were belly-laughing because Rosalind was throwing your toy ball at your face, it wasn't hurting you, it was making you laugh, your parents were laughing with you, founding you cute.

Rosalind kept taking the ball and throwing it gently at your face or chest to make you laugh and it was working, you were amusing yourself, laughing as your little hands stays on your lap.