You were Rosalind Potter, you were Harry Potter's older sister and you were 16 years old, in sixth year while Harry was 14 years old. Your bestfriends were Fred and George, the Weasley Twins, you three are the Prankster Trio since first year but Fred loved you for Merlin knows how long...

And of course, you loved him too, so much so when Fred asked you to go for curfew in a kayak, at night, on the Black Lake, you accepted. Under the moon, the stars with Fred, the wind was fresh... You knew it was the perfect moment to kiss him, so you called his name, he turned to you and you kissed him and when you pulled away, afraid of his reaction, he quickly kissed you again softly, like you were some flowers.

Now you were both in seventh year, you lived in The Burrow the summer. Molly, Fred's mother, was very happy everytime she sees you and Harry every summer and Arthur, Fred's father, always ask you about Muggle objects because you knew a lot about those things.

Right now, at Hogwarts, Fred was in a Quidditch match with the Gryffindor team against the Slytherin and of course they won, your brother catched the snitch. As every Gryffindor was cheering in the middle of the field. By the stands, there you stand, holding something in your hand that you were gonna throw at Fred. Everyone by the stands were cheering but when everyone finally called down, you yelled.

"Fred!"

You called out your boyfriend and when he looked up at you as you stand by the stands, the Gryffindor turned to you too, everyone did.

"Catch!"

You yelled as you threw him with full force a pregnancy test from there and Fred catched it without problem and when he looked at it, he froze, in the small window was written 'Pregnant' you were pregnant.. every Gryffindor approached him and looked down. It was also Fred's birthday.. 1 April.

"Happy birthday!"

You yelled and the Gryffindor started to gasp with the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff by the stands as Fred looked up at you from the stands and you start to run down the stairs of the tower and Fred started to run toward it. When you reached down, you kept running and crashed in Fred's arms, your feets off the ground as he wrap his arms around you and cry on your shoulder.

Everyone was now yelling, cheering and whistling, some were yelling their congratulations. Some were even crying and some clapping. Even George was clapping loudly, he was gonna be a uncle.