"I don't think I can do this." The words were foreign on his tongue and he was able to recognize how odd they sound but that's what happened when you had to ask your best friends father for his daughter's hand in marriage.

He was the boy who lived. She was the one who was left behind. How could she survive his new job as an Auror when he was gone all she could see was the vision of Hagrid carrying his limp body in from the Forbidden Forrest?

How was he going to look at this baby and not see his twin brother staring back up at him?

She was still the girl he wanted to marry. The girl he saw himself with ten, twenty, thirty years down the road. And with the way she was handing back the ring he had given her he still wasn't the one for her.

Years after the great war Harry's made a life for himself, a great job, a beautiful wife and a newborn son after so many years of silence what could his cousin want?

"Get back. She is mine." With everything crumbling around her Molly Weasley will stop at nothing to protect her daughter.

He knew now that they couldn't ever be the same. That there was a giant hole in the middle of their family that his presence back in their lives would do nothing to repair. Fred was gone.

When she looked at her daughter all grown now she saw the little girl half laughing, half crying as she ran to keep up with the train that stole her brothers away. How could she let her settle for a life where she would always be chasing?

My names Scorpius Malfoy, and I'd like to marry your daughter.

When two unlikely people meet in Muggle London can they move past the fact that they are supposed to hate each other and become friends? Maybe even more? (GD)

Hermione's late night dwelling on her and Ron's relationship.