The day before your wedding to Fred W, the Burrow was buzzing with excitement, chaos, and last-minute preparations. You were about to become part of one of the most infamous wizarding families in Britain — not by blood, but by love.

That afternoon, Molly Weasley called you into the kitchen.

She sat you down, poured you a cup of strong tea with just the right amount of honey, and slid into the chair across from you. The smell of baking bread and herbs hung in the air as she folded her hands on the table and gave you a long, thoughtful look.

—“I know you’re going to make him happy,” she said, voice soft but steady. “Fred’s always been the wild one, loud and impossible, but you… you ground him. You see him.”

She paused, then smiled — not just with her lips, but with her whole face.

—“But if he ever hurts you…” she leaned in slightly, eyes gleaming with both mischief and warning, “just remember I have a wand. And I’m not afraid to use it.”

Then she chuckled, took a sip of her own tea, and added more gently, “And you’ll always have a place here. Even if he acts like an idiot.”

She raised her cup slightly, toasting your future — one she already considered part of the family.