I am so excited! I have SO MUCH TIME now that marching band is done! Now, with that being said, I will only be focusing on one story at a time for the next few months. The other stories are going to be edited, but I will NOT be adding chapters to the other ones.
Every year, on July 31st, there was a great birthday celebration for Harry Potter at the Burrow. Molly Weasley would invite over the entire family and “special guests,” as she called them. George and Ron would spend time decorating the place while Ginny and Hermione helped out in the kitchen when Molly wasn’t being neurotic. Fleur would help chorale the young ones, ensuring their safety and entertainment. Bill, Percy, Audrey, and Charlie would discuss politics of any kind. The grandchildren would all hang out in the backyard, while the great-grandchildren ran past Fleur at any chance they got, most of the time running to their uncles and aunts. Victoire and Teddy were married, so they had a little girl and boy - twins - named Charlotte and Nathaniel. Charlotte took after her mother and Nathaniel took after his father, but they had Grandma Tonk’s ability.
All of the fond memories of year’s past flowed through James’s head as he walked around the townhouse, looking at all of the paperwork on their coffee table. It had been a month since Maggie had moved in, and they had fallen into quite a routine - she would fill out paperwork while he would work from home as best as he could. Maggie was really throwing herself into the wedding, which surprised James. He never brought up her ex, but it kept niggling at him. He knew that this person was a hard part of her life, but he needed to know. He would find out at some point. He watched her as she poured over some form or another, clearing his throat. She looked up at him abruptly.
“Yes, James?” she asked. He smiled at her, pushing any emotions he had towards her down.
“We should get going soon,” he said, glancing down at his watch. The party started at seven, and it was almost a quarter to six. She nodded, placing all of the paperwork into a neat stack on the table. Tucker bounded over to James, trying to jump into his arms. He was getting bigger, and the neighbors were starting to complain about him making noise while they were gone. James had to cast a silencing charm on the whole place whenever they stepped out without him. He picked up the dog and started petting him, making Maggie smile. They placed Tucker into a makeshift playpen and put his favorite toys with him. Ensuring he wouldn’t escape, they locked the front door and apparated to the outskirts of the Burrow. The building looked just as she’d imagined it - tall, lopsided, with a hint of magic. She gave James a huge grin.
“This is incredible,” she whispered in awe. He smiled at her, crossing his arms.
“Just wait until you meet everyone,” he said, taking her hand and leading her to the door. He knocked as soon as they were on the porch. Maggie took a stabilizing breath. “You okay?” James inquired. She nodded.
“Just a little nervous,” she said, giving him a faint smile. Her ruby-coated lips were tantalizing. She wore a black and gold, sleeveless dress that came down to just above her knee. Her hair was in a knot at the back of her head and she wore minimal makeup. Just looking at her made him double-check his attire. Nice blue jeans, a blue button-down shirt, and black sneakers. Nodding his head in approval, he looked up as Molly Weasley opened the door. Her hair was much greyer than Maggie had anticipated, but everything else about her was just as she expected - plump and motherly.
“James,” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around her grandson. She smelled of sherry and cake and was slightly red in the face. “Glad you could make it! And I see you’ve brought a friend.” The older woman turned to Maggie, who waved back in response.
“My name’s Maggie,” she said. “I’m the new Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts.”
“An American,” Molly replied before hugging her. “I’m Molly Weasley. James never mentioned you.” Maggie chuckled.
“Well, everything happened so fast,” she said, unintentionally playing with her ring. Molly caught the movement and looked squarely at James.
“James,” she whispered. There were tears in her eyes. “Does this mean…”
“Yes, Nana,” he said, smiling back. “I’m finally settling down. But don’t tell the others yet. We’re telling everyone at dinner. Dad’s already approved it.”
“Can I tell your grandfather, at least?” She begged. Before he could respond, Maggie jumped in.
“Of course you can,” she said. “We just want to surprise everyone tonight.” Molly nodded, moving to let them through.
“Yes, yes, of course,” she said. “Oh, Merlin’s Beard! What an exciting day!” She kissed Maggie’s cheeks. “Welcome to the family, dear.” She then bustled off into the kitchen, humming to herself. James laughed at his grandmother.
“Nana Molly is a lightweight,” he commented. Maggie sent him a mock glare.
“I think she’s sweet,” she replied as James wrapped his arm around her shoulders, guiding her to the living room. Everyone had already arrived, so the entire house quieted as they saw the couple enter. The entire room was packed with Weasleys and Potters. Maggie was so lost that she had no idea where to begin. An older man with raven hair approached her. He looked so much like James that she knew who it was instantly. Her attempts at not being star-struck were failing.
“Hello, James,” he said, smiling at his son. He turned to her. “Glad to finally meet you, Maggie.”
“It’s an honor, Mr. Potter,” she said, smiling politely and gaining her senses. She stuck out her hand to shake, but Harry pulled her into a hug.
“Welcome to the family,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m sorry about your circumstances, but you are in the greatest care.”
“I know,” she said as he pulled away. “Thank you.” She turned to James and nudged him. “Give him the gift.” Sighing, he pulled out a rather large package from his pocket. The package would have been heavy had James not put a spell on it. He handed it to his father, smiling.
“Happy birthday, Dad,” he said. Harry pulled his son into a one-armed hug.
“Thank you, son.”
“Excuse me,” one of the several red-haired women said. The small group turned toward her. “Is someone going to explain who this is?” Maggie stepped forward, addressing the group as a whole.
“I’m Maggie,” she said. “I’m the new Muggle Studies and Music professor at Hogwarts. I’m also James’s friend. He asked me to accompany him tonight.”
“If you’re James’s friend,” the same woman said, crossing her arms. “How come we’ve never heard of you?” Maggie sized up the other woman. Although she was shorter than the other woman, she knew that she could match wits with her.
“Well, I can’t speak for James himself on that part,” she began. “But I did just move to the U.K. And I know James because we bumped into each other at a bar in L.A. while he was working a case. I looked him up when I was moving, and he’s been my tour guide ever since.” The woman seemed to want to question further, but a blond man put his arm around her.
“Easy, Rose,” he said. “Don’t scare the poor girl.” He approached her and smiled. “I’m Scorpius Malfoy. That’s my wife, Rose. She’s a bit of a hot-head. She works at the Ministry in the Hall of Prophecies. I’m a Healer at St. Mungo’s.” He stuck out his hand, which Maggie gladly took.
“Nice to meet you,” she replied. An impregnated strawberry blonde woman approached her next with a blue-haired man following behind with a toddler on his hip.
“Hi,” she said, smiling. “I’m Victoire Lupin. This is my husband, Teddy. And this little one is Nathaniel. He’s almost two. Charlotte is running around somewhere.” As if on cue, a girl with bright pink curls barrelled into the room, Teddy clumsily chasing after her. Victoire and Maggie chuckled before Victoire moved to let others introduce themselves. They all shook hands, and the rest of the family introduced themselves. Charlie’s life partner, Ricardo Sorigno, introduced himself, as well.
“I’m an ally,” Maggie said. “If you or Charlie ever need anything, please let me know. I actually do a lot for the LGBT community.” He smiled.
“Grazie, Signorina,” he said.
“De niente,” she replied, surprising him. Hermione approached them next.
“Hello, Maggie,” she said, smiling. “So, you’ve just moved here. Must be so terrifying.” Maggie shook her head.
“No, actually,” she said. She turned her head towards James, hopeful that she was portraying a sense of love. “James has really been helpful.” He smiled at her, dipping his head. She returned her attention to Hermione. “Plus, I love the U.K. I’ve always wanted to visit again.”
“Well,” Hermione started. “I’m glad you’re here.” She then hugged Maggie before moving on. At that point, there were only two people left to meet - Arthur Weasley, and Ginny Potter, the latter of which terrified Maggie. Arthur smiled down at Maggie excitedly.
“Hello there, Miss Maggie,” he said, shaking her hand. “I hope my grandson is treating you right.” She giggled and nodded.
“Yes sir,” she replied. He scoffed, waving his arm in dismissal.
“Come now,” he said. “None of that ‘sir’ talk for me. Please, call me Arthur.” Maggie nodded again. “Now, you say you’ll be the new Muggle Studies and Music professor at Hogwarts. Where did you study?” She felt James flinch beside her, but she ignored him.
“I studied at ASU,” she said.
“Where on earth is that?” Arthur asked. “I’ve never heard of such a wizarding school.” Maggie blushed. She knew that everyone was listening quietly, even though they were all having their own conversations. There was bound to be an outburst.
“That’s because it’s not a wizarding school,” she said. She took a deep breath to steady herself. “I’m a Muggle.” While Arthur seemed to be excited about this, Rose stormed out. James cursed and followed her outside. Everyone else turned toward Maggie.
“A Muggle?” Arthur said, oblivious to the shock in the room. “Oh, please, can you tell me the function of a rubber duck? I’ve been dying to know for years.” Everyone finally broke from their stupor and laughed. Maggie noticed Molly standing in the corner with a whisk in her hand, smiling.
“There really is no function for a rubber duck,” she replied. His smile started to fall off his face. “They’re just used for entertainment purposes. Primarily for children.” At this, he brightened back up.
“You must tell me more about Muggle devices,” he said.
“Dad,” Ginny said, tapping him on the shoulder. This seemed to kick-start his memory and he moved along. “Maybe another time, then.” He left with a wink, making Maggie and Ginny laugh at his antics. “He’s always been this way,” she said before turning to Maggie, who kept her smile plastered on her face. “Well, now. It seems I finally get to meet you.” Before Maggie could even respond, she was pulled into a deep hug. “I’m so sorry about your situation. You are more than welcome in this family.” She pulled away.
“Thank you, Mrs. Potter,” Maggie responded. She was floored by her kindness. Ginny laughed.
“Call me Ginny,” she said before leaning in. “Or Mum. Since you’ll be a Potter soon enough,” she added with a lowered voice and a wink. With that, she left to join Harry and Hermione. It was then that Maggie remembered Rose and James. The door that they had gone through led to the backyard, she discovered. She found them yelling at each other.
“I can’t believe you,” Rose said. “A Muggle? Don’t you want to have magical children?” Before James could reply, Maggie butted in.
“For someone whose grandparents’ are Muggles, you’d think you’d have more respect,” she said, crossing her arms. Rose glared at Maggie.
“What do you know about me and my life,” she egged on.
“You’re stubborn, like your father,” she said. She saw Rose flinch, but she continued. “You’re smart, like your mother. And you are fiercely loyal, which I get. And brave. You’re probably a Gryffindor, right? Well, don’t worry. I’m not here to hurt James. He’s the kindest soul I’ve ever met. Stubborn as hell, but kind. And smart. He stands up for what he believes in. And on top of all of that, your opinion does not stop my feelings for James. No ones do.” She was breathing heavily. She didn’t know if it was because of the emotional strain it took, or how true her words were. James placed his hand on her shoulder, his eyes watery.
“Do you really feel that way about me?” he asked. She turned to him, smiling.
“Yes,” she said. He placed his hand on her cheek and kissed her forehead. Although she knew he was pretending, it felt real. And she enjoyed it; she wouldn’t admit it until later, but she thoroughly enjoyed it. They heard Rose sigh and walk towards them.
“I guess you’re right,” she said. She looked at Maggie. “I’m fiercely loyal and stubborn as a mule. But I don’t want to see James get hurt.” Maggie smiled.
“I understand,” she said. “Trust me. I’m probably the least of your worries when it comes to James.” Rose nodded and smiled. Just then, Molly called out for dinner. Since the sun was still up, they could make out the giant tent set up for the celebration. Everyone grabbed a seat at the table. There was even an extra seat for Maggie. She sat in between James and Hugo, who was playing a game on his handheld device. She turned to him. “What game are you playing?” He looked at her like she was an annoyance.
“Ocarina of Time,” he responded in a bored tone.
“I love Zelda,” she said excitedly. “Ocarina has one of the best plotlines. I think that Sheik was a wonderful character, and the bond between Sheik and Link is incredible.” This made him perk up.
“I didn’t peg you for a gamer.” She smiled and winked at him.
“A girl’s gotta keep her secrets.” Food magically appeared on her plate as James levitated ham onto it, along with potatoes and various loaves of bread. As soon as everyone had food on their plate, Harry stood up with his Goblet in hand. Everyone turned to him.
“Because we have a few guests,” he said, looking at Albus’s date, Shelby, and Maggie. “I’ll just remind everyone that this is the part for speeches and announcements. As per tradition, I’ll go first.” He cleared his throat.
“Get on with it,” Ron heckled. Hermione shot him a glare from across the table. Harry laughed it off.
“This year, I’m excited to be able to sit with friends and family. I thank Merlin every day for this opportunity. But, we can’t forget who we lost during the battle. May we always remember them and may they always be close.” He lifted his glass, along with everyone else, and they toasted. As soon as everyone finished, he continued. “Now, I believe my son has an announcement to make.” He sat down as James stood. Molly and Ginny were beaming. He cleared his throat.
“As some of you know,” he began. “I’ve been dubbed the 'Most Eligible Bachelor in the Wizarding World.’” He was greeted with chuckles and smirks. “Well, I’d like to officially announce that I’m off the market. I've found the love of my life, and she has already agreed to marry me.” There was a collective gasp as Maggie raised her left hand, where a solitaire diamond, white gold ring sat. The crown was facing outward, and it had a diamond in the heart. “Maggie and I will be getting married in three weeks.” He turned to Molly. “Maggie has done most of the preparations. We just need a place to host it.” Molly held up a hand, smiling.
“Say no more,” she said. “The wedding will be here in a few weeks’ time. I’ll sit with Maggie tomorrow and we can go over the details.” Maggie nodded, smiling.
“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley,” she said.
“Please,” Molly said. “You can call me Nana Molly.” Everyone clapped in excitement - even Rose. As soon as the applause died down, Ron stood up.
“As all of you know,” he began. “Hermione and I are no longer together.” Everyone glared at him except for Hermione.
“It’s alright,” she cut in. “He ran this by me first, and I’m okay with it. I respect his decision.” Ron nodded at Hermione in gratitude.
“Well, I’ve been seeing someone,” he continued.
“Please tell me it’s not Lavender,” Harry mumbled, rubbing his forehead. Maggie caught a glimpse of his scar. Ron’s chuckle brought her back to the present.
“No,” he said. “His name is Andrew. He’s the new innkeeper at the Hog’s Head.”
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