5 March, 2003. My babies were a month old and I was exhausted. I owed the Weasley's everything— I was still living with them. Mum Weasley insisted I stay until the twins were old enough to be without me for longer periods of time. She had been the biggest help— I would not have been able to make it without her.
I employed my assistant house-elf Zoe, from my office at the ministry, to help us around the house while mum Weasley was helping me with the twins. She was a free elf, but always said she loved working for me, so she was always willing to help me.
George would come by once a week to visit us; he just told Angelina the truth- he was coming to visit me. As far as she knew, the twins' father was some random bloke. Which made it easier for everyone. But it still broke me to know that he was upset by it.
I loved him deeply, and he loved me back. He had to be with Angelina; she was his wife and the mother of his.. other children. He had love for her due to that, and I understood. But I longed for him, I loved him. But alas, it appeared that Merlin's cards were not in our favor at the moment..