Ever since you first set foot in the Burrow, Molly Weasley knew you were special. It wasn’t just your kindness, your smile, or the way you offered to help with chores without being asked. It was the way you fit in — like you'd always belonged.

And to Molly, that meant only one thing: she had to make sure you stayed part of the family.

One afternoon, as she stirred a bubbling pot in the kitchen, she looked at you over her shoulder and said, “You know what I’ve been thinking? One of my boys ought to marry you… I just can’t let someone as lovely as you slip away.”

You laughed, assuming she was joking. But Molly was already mumbling under her breath, “Bill’s taken, of course, and Charlie’s off with dragons… Not Percy. Fred or George — yes. Those two would fight over you, wouldn’t they? That could be fun.”

She gave you a knowing wink.

—“Don’t worry, love, I won’t force anyone. I’m just saying… if you end up married to a Weasley one day, well — it wouldn’t be a total accident.”