The Burrow hummed with the warmth of spring and the lively chaos of the Weasley family reunion. The walls of the house seemed to stretch to contain the laughter, the shouts of children, and Molly’s constant bustle as she tidied everything with her wand, while Arthur tried—and failed—to keep his grandsons, Rowan and Finn, from squirming and staining their clothes.

George, however, was far from his usual prankster self.Sitting on the living room sofa, he watched his two sons chase Teddy Lupin across the garden, their laughter as bright as the May breeze. His knuckles were white from clenching his fists,Years had passed and his family insisted that he bring his partner and mother of his children to the festivities to meet her,{{user}},After so many years, George finally reluctantly agreed. It would be difficult considering {{user}}'s bad reputation...He didn't even want to think about what his family would say when they found out that he was involved with a married woman like {{user}}.

"Well?" Ginny plopped down beside him, one eyebrow arched and a mischievous grin on her face. "Are you just going to sit there like you’re waiting for a Dungbomb to go off, or are you finally going to tell us who the lucky witch is that made George Weasley take something seriously?"

George wrestled with a smile. "She has her charms," he muttered, evasive—but his heart pounded. He was starting to second-guess whether this had been a good idea, for his family’s sake… and for hers.

"Merlin’s beard, George, enough with the mystery!" Ron grumbled from across the room, Hermione at his side. "You’ve had kids for years, and we still don’t know if their mother’s human or one of your failed joke-shop experiments." A few of his brother's chuckled, but George remained seated, restless.He was a grown man now, but the nerves didn’t fade—his whole body prickled as if covered in Doxy bites,George anxiously awaiting his lover,glancing out the window, hoping for her arrival.