Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I make no claims to ownership.

"Hey, Uncle Harry," Roxanne says distractedly. "Just give me a moment and I'll be done here."

Feeling an odd sense of déjà vu, Harry waits for her to finish ringing up the customer. Then she turns to him.

"How can I help you, Uncle Harry?"

He smiles at the customary greeting, grilled into her at a young age. "I'm not looking to buy anything today. I just came by to say congratulations."

"Oh." Roxanne looks away. "I decided not to accept."

His brows rise. "You didn't? Why?"

When she doesn't answer immediately, Harry moves forward and rests his elbows on the counter. Underneath, the hangman is preparing the noose, and Roxanne watches it with a morbid fascination.

"Roxie," he says gently. "This isn't because of Wood, is it?"

"Of course not," she snaps. "Ashton said I could do whatever I want. It's my choice to continue Quidditch."

"It is," Harry acknowledges, "but you love the shop."

Roxanne crosses her arms in front of her chest. "Everyone knows Dad only offered me the shop because Fred doesn't want it."

Harry's uncertain what to say to that. It's true that George always planned on passing Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes to Fred, but Fred's been giving cues for years that he'd prefer for Roxanne to have it. Anytime she pulls off a prank, Fred points it out to their father, and Harry has seen George slowly accepting it.

Offering a deep sigh and thoughtful expression, Harry takes a moment to speak. "You know, I've always thought you and Rose would make a better front for the shop."

Her gaze lifts from the hangman, brows inching up. "Really? Why?"

"Roxie and Rosie… Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

Roxanne's lips twitch like she wants to smile. "Yeah, I guess."

He speaks in a gentle tone. "Just think about it, okay? George wouldn't have offered if he didn't mean it. He already lets you control it when he's away, right?"

She glances around the store, noting each of the customers moving about but not meeting Harry's eyes as she thinks. "Right," Roxanne agrees at last. "I just hate being the second choice."

Harry reaches out. Picking up one of her hands from the counter, he gives it a quick squeeze. "You aren't," he tells her. "You're the best choice."

He's pleased to see a smile slowly building on her face. Though it will take some time for her to admit it, he knows she'll be accepting ownership of the shop. Somewhere, Fred's spirit will be happy that another prankster is taking his place.

AN: Sadly, this is the end… I really enjoyed writing this story and exploring each of the problems each of the kids might have, and how Harry helped them.