Managing The Mischief ~ Sequel to A Master of Mischief

~ Chapter 21

>> 10 Years later >>

**Arianwen's POV**

I look at my reflection in the mirror. I look just like Mum did at my age. I like looking different from the rest of my family. I'm the "Black Weasley" as Papi used to call me.

Used to. I miss him. He died over a year ago, but it still feels like there's something missing. And now this.

"Ready to go, baby-girl?" Mum asks, walking in. I look around at her. Her hair is pulled into a neat bun. She's got a few streaks of silver in it, and a few small lines around her face. She holds her hand out and I take it. We walk downstairs to the lounge room. Daddy is leaning on the window with his eyes closed. Mum lets my hand go and walks over to him. She puts her arm around his waist and talks to him softly. He nods and stands up straight. His eyes are red and his mouth is pulled down at the corners slightly. I take his hand and give it a squeeze.

We get in the car and pull out onto the road. I stare out the window at the drizzle and sigh.

We pull into the cemetery and I see all of my family, their hair standing out like flaming torches. I get out of the car and walk towards Alithea. She pulls me into a hug and I put my hand on her stomach.

"Any day now," she says with a small smile, "I wish Gran was here to..."

She turns away, covering her face. Luke puts his arms around her and I look back to Mum. She's holding Dad's hand. Dad is talking to Uncle Fred who looks just as said.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," an elderly man calls to us, "please, gather round."

We all gather around the coffin. I stand next to Teddy who puts his arm around my shoulders.

"Today we are gathered here to mourn the loss of Molly Weasley, Mother to William, Charlie, Percival, George, Fred, Ronald and Ginerva and Grandmother to Victoire, Dominique, Louis, Adele, Julian, Camelia, Alin, Charlotte, Diana, Abigail, Amy, Becca, Rhea, Isaac, Alithea, Carmen, Fred, Teddy, Olivia, Simon, Paul, Laurence, Fiona, Jessica, William, Lucy, Rose, Hugo, James, Arianwen, Albus and Lily."

I can't help but smile at the long list of grandchildren, but I'm the only one. Everyone is crying. Even Daddy has tears pouring down his face. I can feel the tears drying on my cheeks and wipe them away with my sleeve.

"She was an extraordinary witch and an even more extraordinary mother," the man continues, "and though we continue to mourn her, she has gone to be with her husband, Arthur. And so, we say our final farewell."

He raises his wand and the coffin lowers into the ground. He flicks it and the soil moves on top of it, creating a small, neat mound.

"Come on," Teddy whispers. I step backwards and follow him away. Mum and Dad stay with our Aunts and Uncles. We join our cousins.

"I vill miss 'er," Victoire sighs, "I vish my children could 'ave met 'er."

"We all do," Alithea sighs, wiping her eyes, "but now we have to be strong for our parents. We have to take care of the little ones."

"We're not little," Lily sighs, "we're fifteen."

"Yes, but there's seven of you," Camelia points out, "and you're the only ones under seventeen."

"We're not babies," Alin tells his sister.

**Maddie's POV**

I leave George to go and rally the kids... Well, Arianwen, really is the only one who I have to rally, since the others have their own lives.

All of the cousins are standing together, a couple of them with their 'significant other'. Arianwen is standing slightly out of the circle, watching the others talk. As I approach I realise that they're arguing about something.