Completely OOC fic involving bitingly sardonic letters written between Arthur and Molly Weasley at the end of their respective lives: dark "tongue-planted-firmly-in-cheek" humor abounds...NOT for the faint of heart!

Pointless DG almost-smut fluffiness concerning a kilt, an empty hallway, and a billowy Highland breeze. Not for the kiddies--and the author furthermore disclaims any ownership over the characters or their actions up front.