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the-al-chemist · 10 months

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Another Day

A/N: July’s prompt for @hp-12monthsofmagic is “Surprise…”, and this story contains a fairly big one. I’ll let Charlie tell you about it… Warnings: two minor swear word, one of which barely counts as a swear. Tagging: @fantasywriter19 and @toads-in-my-pockets, who I think may particularly enjoy this little story.

The sun was high in the sky, making the autumn leaves on the ground glow in shades of gold as Charlie arrived in the front garden of the Burrow. From inside the house, the sounds of laughter and clattering pots and pans could be heard as he crunched his way across the yard to the front porch, still dizzy from his Portkey.

He knocked on the front door and was greeted by his mother, who immediately smothered him in an almost rib-breakingly tight hug.

“Bloody hell, Mum. It’s like you’ve not seen me in six months, not six weeks!”

“Well, six weeks is a long time when I had gotten used to you being around all the time,” Mrs Weasley replied. “It’s just lovely to have you home, dear.”

Charlie’s mother let him go, looking almost expectantly behind him before sighing deeply.

“What’s the matter?” Charlie asked her.

“Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. I thought that maybe… Oh, never mind. Come on inside, dear.”

Shaking his head despairingly, Charlie followed his mother inside the house. It didn’t look quite the same as it had when he was growing up, but it still felt like home, a fact he was grateful for, given the state the house had been in at the end of the war. The Death Eaters had completely ransacked the house and destroyed parts of it; it had taken Charlie and his brother Percy the best part of a year to fully restore it to its former unglorified glory.

In the living room was Percy himself, along with Charlie’s other two eldest brothers and their father. Charlie hugged each of them in turn, finishing with his older brother, Bill.

“Where’s Fleur?” Charlie asked him, looking around himself as if his sister-in-law might suddenly appear out of nowhere - which, in fairness, she could.

“She went for some air,” replied Bill, smiling broadly. “She’s out in the back garden watching Harry and Ginny teach Teddy to ride a broom.”

“Right. And the others?”

“Ron and Hermione should be here any minute now, and knowing Artemis, she will be here ten minutes late.”

“Of course. Why break the habit of a lifetime?” Charlie said, raising his eyebrows knowingly. “I’ll go and show my face outside.”

In the back garden, Fleur Weasley was sitting on a deck chair with a glass of water, watching Charlie’s sister Ginny and her boyfriend holding a blue-haired toddler upright on a broomstick. At the sight of her brother, Ginny left Harry and Teddy to their flying lesson and ran across the grass towards him.

“Did you come here alone?” she demanded, without even saying hello first.

“It’s nice to see you too, Gin.”

“Yeah, whatever. Answer the question.”

“Uh, yes. Why?”

“Oh, mum was getting all excited. She got it into her head that you were bringing a girl home as a surprise.”

Charlie blinked. “Why would she think that?”

“Because Mum just loves marrying people off, doesn’t she?” Ginny laughed. “And because you only ever usually come home when it’s a special occasion.”

Ginny had a point, Charlie had to admit that. When he had first left home at eighteen, he struggled to afford Portkeys, and always found himself feeling more homesick returning to Romania after visiting his family. Going home infrequently had become somewhat of a habit, but after the war ended and he moved back to Romania following a year’s sabbatical, his priorities had changed. He had visited more often in the last five months, but it just so happened that his visits had coincided with big events: Ginny’s graduation, George’s shop re-opening, Ron’s engagement. This was the first time he had come home without there being some sort of occasion, the first time that it was just another day in the life of the Weasley family.

“Anyway,” Ginny continued, apparently not noticing the somewhat guilty conscience of her brother, “Mum started putting twos together, you know what she’s like.”

“She does like putting twos together.”

“So, you definitely haven’t brought a girl home, then?”

Charlie looked one way and then the other, before holding his hands aloft and shrugging his shoulders.

“Mum will be disappointed,” Ginny laughed, and Fleur smirked into her glass of water.

“I expect zat she will cope,” she said wryly.

From inside the house, Molly called that dinner was ready, and the whole family made their way towards the kitchen. Charlie ducked under a platter of roast potatoes making its own way to the table in order to greet the latecomers: his youngest brother Ron and his fiancée, and Charlie’s best friend from school, Artemis Hexley.

“Trust you to arrive just in time for food,” he muttered to her as he pulled her into a hug. “Though you could’ve at least brushed your hair.”

“Oh, piss off,” Artemis prodded Charlie in the ribs and wriggled out from his arms. “How was your journey here, anyway?”

“Not too bad.”

“The grannies of Ottery St Catchpole all survived you apparating, then?”

“You know, that joke stopped being funny about eight years ago.”

“To you, maybe.”

Artemis grinned wickedly and made her way to the table, Charlie following behind her. As the plates of food were passed around and the kitchen was filled with the sound of lively conversation, he realised how much he had missed moments like this. This was exactly what he had wanted for his visit home.

When the chatter at the dinner table reached a natural lull, Charlie cleared his throat quietly. Before he could say anything to fill the gap, however, Bill rose to his feet.

“I didn’t realise there were going to be speeches,” said George, through a mouthful of food.

“I’ll be quick, I promise,” Bill laughed sheepishly. “It’s just that while everyone is here, I - well, Fleur and I - wanted to tell you all something.” He placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder and smiled at her so widely he looked as if he might burst from happiness, before telling the rest of the family: “We are going to have a baby.”

Suddenly, the kitchen was filled with even more noise and movement than before. Molly and Arthur Weasley rose from their seats to embrace their oldest son and daughter-in-law, Molly making high-pitched noises and crying. Percy congratulated them heartily, and Artemis dropped her fork on the floor in surprise.

Charlie bent down to pick it up and handed it back to her, their eyes meeting as the fork exchanged hands. She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows, and he gave her an almost imperceptible shrug in response.

Just like that, the day now belonged to Bill, Fleur, and their unborn child. The talk at the dinner table had turned to babies, to names and dates and sleeping arrangements. Even after dinner ended, the discussion continued, with Charlie’s mother rushing to find the family albums to find photos of her own seven babies for everyone to look at, an ordeal Charlie managed to escape by offering to clean up after dinner.

“Can I just grab a glass for Fleur?” Bill asked him, once everyone else had retired to the sitting room.

“Of course you can,” Charlie ducked out of the way of a cupboard to allow Bill to summon a glass from it. He chuckled to himself and shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re going to be a dad.”

“Neither can I.”

“You must be so happy.”

“I am,�� said Bill, still smiling. “Terrified, but happy.”

“It’ll be alright. You’ll be a great dad.”

“Thanks, Charlie.”

“I mean it,” Charlie held his hand out to Bill. “Congratulations, mate.”

The two brothers shook hands before wrapping their free arms around each other’s shoulders.

“I’m just glad you decided to come back this weekend,” Bill said. “We didn’t want some people finding out before others, and you know how hard it is to get everyone in one place when it’s not for something specific.”

“Hm, yeah.” Charlie nodded, aware that Artemis had just entered the room and pulled a face that made it hard for him not to laugh. “Tough, that.”

“I mean it, thank you. Anyway, better give this to Fleur. Sorry, Artemis, didn’t realise you were behind me.”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Artemis paused before briefly hugging Bill around the waist. “Congratulations, by the way.”

She watched Bill carry Fleur’s glass out of the room, before leaning back against the kitchen table and watching the dishes wash and dry themselves at the sink.

“You didn’t fancy looking at the photos of baby Bill in the bath, then?” asked Charlie.

“Not really. I lived with him for half of last year, if I wanted to see his knob I’d have had plenty of opportunities to do so.”

Charlie laughed and used his wand to direct the clean plates into the cupboard before joining Artemis on the edge of the table.

“So much for it just being another boring, regular day at the Burrow,” she muttered quietly, rolling her eyes.

“I never said it would be boring,” replied Charlie, his voice also lowered. He sighed. “That’s the thing about big families. There’s always something going on with someone. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

“Honest?”

Artemis turned her face towards Charlie, holding his gaze.

“Yeah,” she said, completely honestly. “If anything, it’s kind of funny. You had this brilliant plan set out for weeks, and Bill swoops in at the last minute with the exact same idea.”

“Well, they say great minds think alike,” Charlie grinned. “You think that’s funny, you should hear what Mum and Ginny said.”

“What was that?”

“They thought I might be bringing home a girlfriend this weekend.”

“Did they really?” Artemis smirked. “That’s brilliant. What did you say?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing at all?”

“No, I just went like this,” Charlie held his hands up slightly and shrugged his shoulders. Artemis blinked at him. “What? It works every time.”

Artemis burst out laughing, using one hand to stifle the sound of her giggles as Charlie shushed her through his own.

“We can’t now, can we?” she whispered, once the two of them had composed themselves.

“Not really, no.”

“That would be unfair.”

“It would,” said Charlie. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s just good to have you back.”

“It’s good to be back. I missed you.”

“You too.”

Charlie cast a glance over his shoulder at the door before wrapping his arm around Artemis.

“So, now what?” she asked, reaching across him to take his free hand, her fingers walking over his like the rungs of a ladder.

“We let them have their day today, and then we will just have to make a new plan so we can have our turn another day.”

“And that’s when we’ll tell them about” - Artemis’ eyes flicked from Charlie’s right hand in her lap to his left on her shoulder - “us?”

With another look back at the door, Charlie pulled her closer to him, kissed her hairline, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

“Yeah. That’s when we’ll tell them about us.”

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expectopatronum81 · 7 months

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Let me just say it, jkr is brilliant at writing friendships and individual characters but absolute shit at writing romance. None of the main ships were well written, the side ones were much better, though probably because we don't have enough info for them to be ruined

Ships I like :

Bill and Fleur - 💯💯💯 second best ship in the books imo

Molly and Arthur - for some reason the fandom hates this ship. U need to be a solid team to pull off a family of 7 kids ( especially with 6 boys). They also clearly love each other, they even call each other cute nicknames. What's not to like?

Dumbledore and Grindelwald - this is going to bring me hate, but they're my fav couple in the whole series. I don't need a couple to be morally good to appreciate the pairing. Probably the only well written one because they're both fleshed out as characters. Their relationship only makes them more complex and interesting than they already are.

Ships I dislike :

Harry and Ginny - The protagonist's love story was a disappointment. Ginny could have been such an interesting character, instead she was made into the boring 'perfect girl tm' just to become Harry's 'ideal partner'. She's basically made into a female version of james without his flaws being called out. Harry's 'chest monster' was cringe asf, sounded like something tht could hv been picked out of Twilight 😂😂

Ron and Hermione - i like the idea of them, but i don't think it was executed well. That bird attack practically made its appeal non existent for me ( i love Hermione but wtf)

James and Lily - we know a lot about James's character but very little about lily despite the fact that they're both dead before the series starts. James hexing Snape behind Lily's back doesn't set a good precedent, seeing as they get married the very next yr. Lily almost smiling at Snape's underpants being exposed is never addressed when Harry's being critical about james. To me it honestly feels lyk shipping james with a ghost as we know nothing substantial about lily.

PS: I also really appreciate the fact that Sirius was never paired up with anyone. He was far too broken and rebellious and traumatized. He had different priorities and I m so glad his character wasn't forced into one. Single characters for the win, they're such a rarity in fiction

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hxuse-xf-black · 1 year

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Bill, to Victoire, Dominique & Louis: We don't use bad words in the house. Fleur, who has just stubbed her toe in the other room: FUCK!

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cherry-pop-elf · 1 month

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Every Perfect Curve

George Weasley x Chubby Reader

You had given birth to your sweet little Freddy a while ago. While finally having a moment to yourself, you can’t help but feel self conscious that you haven’t ’bounced back’ like so many others have. George is there to remind you that you are just stunning. Even if you never ‘bounce back’ as they say

Warnings: 16+, Body Dysphoria, Trans Masc coded but over all discussion of weight gain, flirting, sexual content ((no sex)) nursing, postpartum, After The Deathly Hallows Content, Pregnancy

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“This used to fit-!” You sniffled, as you were fighting with your body. Trying so hard to get your pants on. You haven’t worn pants since your second trimester. You wanted to wear pants again, but it doesn’t seem like that will happen. You couldn’t even get them past your thighs. It was so frustrating, how much weight you had gained.

“Jellybean, you just had a baby. You think Mum is built like a string bean like the kids she popped out?” George tried to explain, as he was undoing his suit jacket. So happy to have the work day done with, and finally spend some time with his family. You, little Freddy, and Bill with his own pregnant wife.

Since after the war, Bill figured to return back to Gringotts. Stable job, close to George, well paying, and those goblins actually gave him medically paid vacation leave for every time the week of the full moon was coming. It was perfect. Also, he won’t lie, was nice to have a part time job at WWW. Everything was perfect, besides well….The hormones.

“But she had seven kids! I just had one-!” You sniffled. Luckily, George was a fourth kid of seven. He knows a thing or two about someone with hormones. Especially ones with postpartum. Molly had caught some after Ron, funny enough. He knew not to poke the bear, too much.

Before he could stop you, you were already crying. “I’m so fat-! Look at my chest! Look at my thighs! I’m covered in stretch marks, and I can’t wear clothes right anymore! I’m bigger than a inflatus charm! How can you even stand the sight of me?!” You sobbed, as those hormones were just destroying your head space. He let you scream it out, having long since casted a silencing charm on your shared bedroom. Just letting you scream it out. Better out than in.

“Jellybean-“ He cooed, as he would leave himself in his dress shirt now. He would sneak behind you, and wrapped his arms around your stomach. Happily tracing over your stretch marks, and resting his head on yours. Just looking into the mirror, and seeing you struggle. Wet tears and all. He didn’t see what you saw. He saw someone he loved. Every inch of you was devine. Every stretch mark, roll, and sag. That was you.

“Jeans are uncomfortable anyway.” He tried to joke with you, as he scratched his finger on the rough denim. Going to make a disgusted face at the texture. Despite your tears, you couldn’t stop your smile. Damn him. He always found a way. You hated how he made you smile, as you now over thought. Were you crying for attention now? Were you making a big deal out of nothing? Luckily, your husband was quick to distract you from such scary thoughts.

“Come on. You like my pants anyway.” He added. Given how tall he was, the fabric was able to stretch around you easier. You didn’t even have a chance to argue, before he found a pair of his old pajama pants. You figured not to fight him, and soon sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled the jeans off, and helped you into the old soft fabric. Just pampering you. Kissing those newly soft features, and admiring you. Kissing that belly, that took care of your shared little boy. Admired those thighs, and appreciated those stretch marks from that hard working body.

“Much better?” He asked, as they were able to properly fit. Given the height, there was plenty of fabric over your stomach. Enough to even pull the plaid high enough to not drag on the ground. He even worked on making sure you had some nice warm socks, so you didn’t get chilly. Making sure you were as cared for as you deserved.

“Shut up.” You huffed, but he knew you were just frustrated with your body. He knew what that was like. Losing an ear sure makes life hell. If anyone can relate to hating your own body, it’s him. He would let you be frustrated, as he tried to make sure you were comfortable. Seems your top wouldn’t be next, as you two heard noises from the living room.

“ACK-! FLEUR HELP-!” Bill shouted, followed by the devious giggles of your son. Next were the sweet giggles of the Half Veela, as she was most likely working on saving her partial werewolf groom. The giggles of your son gave you a brief smile, but your eyes were on your body again.

“Hey, look at me-“ George would soon cup your face, so to make sure you stopped looking at yourself. “You have a body of a mother, a parent. All this squish was used to make sure our little boy was born happy and healthy.” He tried to reassure you, with a kiss to your lips. With his face with yours, he reached to his dress shirt. He took it off, and soon slipped it on you. He left it unbuttoned, so your sore breasts didn’t get more irritated. Yet still feel somewhat covered.

“And these-“ He gently touched said breasts, making sure to not irritated your sore nipples. “These are big because someone here eats like a Weasley. Playing with them more than me! That little bugger-“ And you laughed. He got you to laugh, and he was grinning with pride.

Speaking of hungry, a shrill cry was soon from the living room. “He eats like a Weasley alright-“ You sighed, but felt a bit more confident now. He was right. You were big because Freddy needed a lot of nutrients. Your breasts were large because he needed to eat a lot. Your body was built for your son to thrive. Being squishy wasn’t so bad. Right?

The both of you were quick to come to your living room, and soon seen Bill trying his best to distract Freddy from his hungry belly. Tickling him, and making little animal sounds. That seemed to entertain the little ginger, as he cooed. Fleur was even doing the same, as she sat with him. The wolf, and the harpy. Chirps and barks.

“His first words are going to be growls, knock it off-!” George would, playfully, say. That made them look over. Bill was quick to cover his eye, given the other one was blind, as to give you privacy. Despite the fact he had seen you nurse before. You still appreciated the gesture, regardless.

“Oh hush-“ Fleur tsked, before she would hoist herself up. Using the side of the couch for support, as so to make sure you had all the space on the couch to feed your son on. You wanted to tell her she didn’t have to, but she was in that Tri Wizard Tournament for a reason. She knows how to be strong.

“Come here, sweetie-“ You shushed, as Bill handed you your son. Those big eyes of his just glowing, and his chubby little fingers reaching for you. Your eyes, and George’s hair. Such a sweet thing. Seeing those chubby hands made you think about your chubby figure. Much like he will, you’ll out grow yours one day. If not? Well, least you know you’ll use it to make sure your son is taken care of. Because that soft body was soothing his upset stomach already. Just snuggled into your warm breasts.

“When will I get a turn?” George asked, as you smacked his shoulder. “Hey-!” He whined, as you rolled your eyes. You would soon be on the couch, and brought your legs up. Left to rest in your husbands lap, as Bill got you some pillows for your back. Your husband rubbing your feet, as you let Freddy nurse. Gentle with his fluffy ginger hair, and admiring him.

“Oh he is so handsome-“ Fleur cooed, as she watched. She was due any time now, as well. Having her watch you nurse was very useful for her. That also made you feel better. If you didn’t get so chubby, Fleur wouldn’t get to see what would happen with her. To see how much it helps with her soon to be child. Maybe being larger wasn’t as ugly as you thought. There was so much beauty in it. Beauty in using what you had to help others.

“Hungry thing.” Bill snorted, as his wife gently smacked his own arm. “If not for the hair, that appetite says Weasley all over it.” George echoed. You rolled your eyes, as your son kept nursing away. Needing to stuff his belly full. Was ages, but he finally was satisfied. With a cloth over your shoulder, you would gently burp him.

“He’s picking up signlaguge so quickly. Swear he will be better at it than me before he’s even two-!” George scoffed, but those eyes were sparkling. He was proud of his smart baby boy. “And soon French-“ Fleur echoed. “Arabic ain’t that bad-“ Bill tagged in. “And of course Romanian.” You vouched for Charlie. “Smart ass baby.” George snorted, before you kicked his thigh.

This moment was soothing. All just parents, together, with your children. Gentle learning for Fleur, and comfort. George was right. Your body was built for something. It was built to take care of your baby boy, and help Fleur learn how to treat her own baby. Being chubby wasn’t a sin. Just as much as being skinny and muscular had its benefits, so did being soft and squishy.

“There we go-“ You smiled, as he gave his little burp. “Much better, hm?” You smiled, as you would bring him to lay on your chest. Just like that, he was knocked out. Sleeping soundly, on your soft breasts. Listening to your heart beat, and able to take a well deserved nap.

“He got that from Fred. That was the only way we could tell you two apart. Whenever Fred was done feeding, he knocked right out. You? You got more energy, and got so excited you ended up throwing up.” Bill chuckled, as that seemed to comfort George. He missed his Fred, but knowing a part of him was still around made him smile. His hand ever so gentle on his son’s back, as he gently rubbed your own stomach. Admiring your stretch marks.

“This might be soon, but do you think-?” George questioned, as he kept tracing the indents in your skin. Another kid, already? You couldn’t blame him, though. He was a magical identical twin. The idea of growing up an only child sounded horrifying. Bro to mention big families is all he knew. Maybe…..

You looked to your sleeping son, and your own body. A smile crossed your lips, as you soon help George’s hand. “Plenty of nutrients for a round two, huh?” You joked. You were able to joke about your own body, and that cleared any worry George had. The two of you were financially fine, and had plenty of support.

He kissed your lips, before kissing your son’s head. A tiny little smile crossed those chubby little cheeks, and you had to wonder why you ever thought chubby cheeks could be so horrible. Your son had the prettiest cheeks around, and you hoped your next kid could have them all the same. Pretty, chubby, features.

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pa1nkill3r · 2 months

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Day 2,557 [G.W]

[Pairing:] George Weasley x GN!Reader

[Summary:] A boy comes into the joke shop with his mother; It felt all too weird for the one-eared owner to feel so at ease, something he never felt for the past 7 years.

[Warnings:] angst, sad, major character death (not Fred obv), reincarnation, grief, mourning, swearing

[a/n:] Scrolling through facebook and getting videos of children talking about their past lives really intrigued me. This is my first fic and it might be bad so please don’t bully me, I’m sensitive <3 (jkjk but I am open for constructive criticism!)

[a/n; March 2024] I wrote this draft back in 2021 or 2022 I believe, waiting desperately for the opportunity to finish and post this. That time never came. Now, 2 or 3 years later, I gravely admire my vocabulary, creativity, and passion for writing back then. Honestly speaking, moving schools killed my spark and I am desperate to get it back. For now, I am working on reviving that spark within me by going back to where I started. Even though the HP fandom isn't as active as it used to be, I would still like to share this piece I made because I am so, so proud of my younger self.

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There was something about Y/N wearing white that George loved so much. He always got so giddy and cute which in turn made their eyes roll and mouth grin.

The way Y/N looked sitting at the Great Hall with their white sleeves rolled to their elbows, one hand under their chin and the other twirling a spoon while their eyes dragged along their charms textbook, cramming in as much information as they could for the upcoming test that afternoon.

Or that time at the Yule Ball when they thought it’d be funny to wear an all white ensemble because: “What?...I wanted to feel like a bride at their wedding.” whilst having the best night with George, their “groom”.

Even small moments like when they would steal a shirt from George’s drawer and wear it to sleep. He loved every single bit of it, even if it cost him many shirts.

He truly never got enough of them wearing white. So seeing them in a casket wearing that same color 7 years ago, looking so peaceful and so… dead. That killed him. That’s the last time he will see them in white; That’s the last time he’s going to see them at all.

That was the last time he could actually feel their hand rather than just dried oil on linen canvas, framed in oak and hung atop his bed. How he wished their eyes could roll one more time at how stupidly in love their boyfriend is with them, especially in white.

Voldemort’s reign of terror had ended, as well as the lives of many others, and maybe even George. They were a horcrux he never made, his life force created by deep love and affection rather than the hunger for immortality.

It never got easier even after 7 years, he simply just got used to it.

He got used to the feeling of an empty bed. He got used to gripping onto a cold body pillow instead of a warm figure and a heartbeat with Y/H/C hair disturbing his lips. He got used to counting the days since their death which gravely disturbed Fred, his twin. He got used to waking up everyday and checked off a box from the calendar with an absurd amount of numbers on it.

Admittedly he is doing better than he did 7 years ago. No more jumping from every small sound and drawing out his wand in the middle of the night. No more vivid dreams of several dead bodies laid across the Great Hall. No more crying himself to sleep. No more missed dinners. No more grieving.

He’s longed for them longer than he has actually been with them. But his love never faltered. Not once.

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Day 2,557

It's now exactly 7 years since the Battle of Hogwarts. And in a month it would be the 7th anniversary of his obituary for Y/N on the Daily Prophet, a suggestion made by Percy to try and help his grieving brother. It helped, but not really.

The small May 2nd, 2005 box wrote “Baby Vic’s Birthday!” in bold red ink. George moved the yellow paper star that stuck gently onto the calendar with paper tape as Fred walked into his room. Envelope in his hands, bread between his teeth, and a beautiful haughty looking owl on his shoulder.

“Fun to finally see you up, Georgie!” Fred greeted sarcastically as George hummed in response. “Bill just sent an owl that little Vicky’s turning 5!"

"That is usually how birthdays work, Freddie." George joked, grabbing his wand and with a flick, his bed is magically fixed. "I'm not a dumbass, you know?" Fred chuckled lightly as he handed George the letter from Bill and Fleur, "They're hosting a party for her at the Burrow at 5."

He took the piece of parchment and flattened it by his desk before pulling it closer to his face, his back mindlessly pinning itself to the wall.

Dear Fred and George,

Bill here, As you should know, it's baby Victoire's 5th birthday today and we would really like love to have you two come by the Burrow at 5 pm.

Vic really misses you both. Uncle George this, Uncle Fred that. She’s going to be like you two one day, I’m tellin’ ya. She loves listening to stories you tell her, especially the ones about Y/N and Tonks. She thinks that they’re the coolest people ever and that she wished she could meet them. I simply told her that one day she would, but it’ll be far far away from now.

Hope to see you later! Please owl back immediately, Vic’s got Ginny’s temper.

xx Bill

“I’ve already owled them my ‘happy birthday’ letter before Chouette came.” Chouette, the owl cooed at the mention of her name. Slightly shuffling her feathers therefore lightly tickling Fred's neck, making him shiver. The haughty owl flew from Fred's shoulder to George's making the younger twin chuckle.

"Seems like Chouette is telling you to take a bath, mate." George laughed as the back of Fred's hand flew to his forehead. "I got us crepes and bread for breakfast! And you go on and call me stinky?" Fred exclaimed dramatically.

"How 'bout you be a dear and write to Bill and Fleur that we are going to Vic's party, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll do that." George agreed, taking out a roll of parchment from his desk drawer as well as a quill and a bottle of ink. "While I eat my breakfast and write this, will you be a dear and take a bath!" Fred cackled at his younger brother's statement. Though in a bit the sound of water dropping down the shower head echoed through the small flat above the shop.

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School owls poured in as numerous Hogwarts students wanted to take advantage of the annual “54% off ‘End of War’ sale” at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes held in memory of the fallen 50. Because in Fred and George’s philosophy, “...We might not be able to save them, but they can save our customers over 50% off of all our products!”

It seemed insensitive but it’s the thought that counts. They wanted to make sure that their passing didn’t go to waste, even if it is counted as a discount to the famous Diagon Alley shop.

Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley were rather busy picking up and shipping out their joke products, sending it to the owls who were perched up in a little area at the back of the store, nibbling on insects Verity; a part of their staff had handed them before sending them back to the school her bosses previously dropped out of.

It was nearing lunch time when everyone wearing magenta robes stocked up the shelves again, having been sending out owls since 8 in the morning when they heard a clanging from the front doors, signaling that a customer had finally came; A middle aged woman looked starstruck whilst holding onto a young boy that’s slowly getting out of her grip, having the same eagerness as his mother.

It wasn’t unusual for customers to react this way coming into the Weasley’s joke shop. The boy’s eyes sparkled while the mother looked in admiration. The mother crouched down to hold onto her son, keeping him from running while his mouth spilled with words.

“Mum, we have to get something for Mia!” the boy cried out eagerly, eyes darting towards every single corner of the store. George’s mouth upturned into a sloppy grin whilst listening to the boy.

“Marty, that’s sweet of you, but we already got the quill she wanted.” The mother said quietly, running her hands over the boy’s shoulders, easing it. “And it’s your birthday...” George didn’t know what came after that as he took the chance and walked towards the small family with a big smile on his face, quickly followed by Fred.

“Heard it’s a little man’s birthday.” inclined George, hands in his pockets and head down turned. The mother looked up and stood from her spot, giggling slightly as she kept a hold of her son’s shoulders. “What’s your name?” he asked, now being the one to crouch down in front of the boy.

The boy tilted his head to the side, eyes slightly strained. He looked both confused and hyper focused at the same moment. Though weird, George thought nothing of it. After all, he was a kid, the man he’s looking at has one ear, and the hyperfixation was quickly ended by the slight shake of his shoulders. The mother looked down at her son, silently telling him to introduce himself. And so he did.

"I'm Martin! I turn 6 today!" the boy said enthusiastically,bringing a smile on George's face. Being around Martin felt odd, it felt so unapologetically peaceful and rather… familiar.

"SIX?!" Fred loudly piped in. "Well now that's big, little man!"

The mother was slightly startled by the appearance of the ginger's twin, though the same cannot be said about Martin who simply smiled absentmindedly.

"I knew you before." said Martin, eyes targeting the younger twin. George smiled and kept close to the boy, keeping the conversation going. "Really?" he asked with vivid curiosity, he did not recognise the boy or his mother but fueling a child's imagination wouldn't hurt anyone.

"How?" piped in Fred, now also crouching beside his twin, "And why just him?" he asked comedically, pointing to his brother.

"Since we were 11." Answered Martin with no signs of struggle on his face. The red haired owners looked at each other, though more in disbelief than in confusion.

"Thought you said you were 6, Martin?" George asked with a kind look on his face. The boy’s mother shook her son’s shoulder harder than she did the past few times, mumbling “Marty, what did I tell you?” in tired disbelief.

“M’sorry mum.” Martin said with a pinch of sincerity before turning back to face the bigger man in front of him. “I was 20 before I became 6.” “Marty.”

Chilling, the owners thought. As they were 20 at the time of the battle of Hogwarts.

“I’m so sorry Mr.--”

“Weasley.” Fred replied as the confusion simmered throughout his twin brother. “S’really nothing to worry about Mrs.--?”

“Edevane. But I truly am sorry, he’s just a very imaginative little kid. Always has stories of his quote-unquote ‘past life’.“ she explained, making the kid become a bit mad. “But mum, it’s true!-”

“Marty, how about we look around the store, alright? Mr. and Mr. Weasley could show us around perhaps?” Mrs. Edevane hinted to the twin owners, relief gracing their legs as they were now able to stand on their feet.

“Yes, we can certainly do that! Come along Marty, tell us more about this ‘past life’ of yours.” Fred’s arm wrapped around the small boy’s shoulders, showing him around the color filled shop. “Sorry about that Mrs. Edevane.” he added mischievously, “Here at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, we like to encourage creativity and imagination.”

“--As it is the reason we got here.” George finished, giving Mrs. Edevane a kind smile as they start roaming around the shop. “Uhh. Mr. Weasley.” Her fingers tapped onto George’s shoulder. His head whipped around and mouth about to open when suddenly the 6 year old spoke; “Mum, Mr. Weasley’s name is George. This one’s Fred.”

The utter shock that went through the twin wizards was clear as day. No where in the shop did it say the owner’s names. Even their name tags; The little badge pinned on their suits merely wrote ‘Mr. Weasley’. Fred, being the initiator that he is, leaned forward. “Now how can you be so sure, Marty?” he teased, “What if I tell you that you’re wrong?”

Martin simply smiled, angling his head a bit to the side again. “Mr. George has a longer face, down turned eyes and eyebrows, he’s a bit taller than you, Mr. Fred. You have a squarer face and shorter features than him.” he explained smoothly and innocently. As if it’s something he’s observed over the course of his whole life.

“Ma’am, I’m afraid your son’s a genius.” George joked, even if he’s visibly disturbed, though nonetheless intrigued. Nobody has ever differentiated them this way, even their own mother. Though one person did. The one he cherished most. The mother smiled, holding onto her son once again.

“I’m no genius.” Martin spoke, a shy smile gracing his small little lips, so identical to the person’s portrait above George’s bed. He even said their typical response to their mind being praised.

“-- I just quietly observe.”

Martin spoke but George merely whispered. A shiver ran through his spine, heart pumping, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. It could’ve all been a coincidence. One big coincidence served on a silver platter, garnished with confusion and terrifying accuracy.

“Mr. Weasley?”

He snapped back, giving the woman a sign to continue. “Uh, I just wanted to ask... err. Why that big of a discount? Why is it 54% off of everything? That doesn’t really sound like a good marketing strategy, doesn’t it?” She asked curiously.

“Well Mrs. Edevane.” George started, seeing as Fred and little Martin were still going around the shop. “Remember the last wizarding war?” Mrs. Edevane shook her head. His smile faltered a bit but still kept his composure. “We’re, what you call it? Muggle--born?” Her eyebrows furrowed while her teeth sinked into her bottom lip. “Well, my daughter... err. Just started her first year and that McGonagall woman said that she’s a ‘muggleborn’.”

They truly didn’t know who they are.

“-- What I’m trying to say, Mr. Weasley, is that we, or at least I, am not magical. Nor is my husband.” He nodded, breathed in a bit as his mind tried to ease itself. The boy couldn’t have known who he is as they wouldn’t have known anything about the prophet, or could they?

“Well, Mrs. Edevane. 7 years ago at this date. The second wizarding war has ended. My brother-in-law defeated... him.” It was still hard to say his name, even years later. “V-Voldemort.”

She looked curious but silently let him continue. “Uh, remember when. Uh-uhm that bridge collapsed in muggle london? 7-8 years ago? A big hurricane happened? When a lot died like-” It was hard to explain. Truly. It was hard to live through it again.

“Like that Emmeline Vance lady?”

“Yes, exactly!” He exclaimed. “It was all caused by him. By wizards! Dark wizards!” Her previously bright face now looked horror struck. It was all making sense. “Seven years ago, this day. Everything ended at Hogwarts. As well as the lives of 54 on our side.” He wanted to mention one very special loss, but figured that she doesn’t need to know about it. She was just a muggle mother who brought her son birthday shopping. “We wanted to commemorate them.”

A sincere look graced upon her face, out of pity. “Is there any chance that you’ve seen anything from the ‘Daily Prophet’, Mrs. Edevane? Or your son?” He asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. She shook her head, now gracing a look with pure confusion. “A-Anything. Like a paper? A newspaper with moving photographs? Or maybe a-a Quibbler?”

She shook her head. “Why’re you asking Mr. Weasley?” His mouth opened, about to burst out his concerns and held in grief to a complete stranger when; “George!”

It was Fred, hand resting on his twin’s shoulder as the six year old boy beside him just stood. “-- Can I talk to you? I need to talk to you.” He said, fright gracing his features and panic in his voice.

George nodded, bidding a quick goodbye to the mother and son who came in a few moments ago and calling for one of their faculty to give them the tour they wanted.

Fred pulled his twin to an empty corner of the shop. Sound muffled by the stacks of products ranging from fireworks to extendable ears. “That boy George.” Fred panted. Voice shaking. “He knows too much. Is there a chance that you put anything about how Y/N saved me?”

“Briefly. Why?” His heart was about to pop out of his chest at any moment. Any moment now his heart would be a new WWW product.

“He explained everything! Everything George! Knew things that he shouldn’t have!” Fred said, terrified. “What did he say?” asked George. Croaking out whatever’s left in his heaving lungs.

“He said that he saved me. Me and Percy! From the explosion! I didn’t think much of it at first, George! I knew that you wrote that in their obituary. But he just kept going.” Frightened. They were both frightened. “Everything they did. He knew.”

“How accurate was he?”

“Very. George. Disturbingly accurate.” Back straightened and composed, Fred stood back, eyes darting back and forth from his brother to the entrance of the shop. “He knew that they transfigured the rubble to sand. He knew that they cast that ring of fire shit they did. The diabolica thing to ward off the death eaters? Yeah. He named the spell. HE NAMED THE SPELL, GEORGE!”

“I heard you the first time!” George yelled back. Disturbed, yet he felt at peace. He could have the last goodbye he’s always wanted. “We need to talk to the boy, Fred.”

His twin nodded fervently, about to walk away from the corner when he felt an arm tug on his elbow. “Oi, how can we do it without worrying the mother?”

“Give whatever he wants for free. It’s his birthday after all. Now come on!”

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cassidyjaneart · 1 year

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RIP Bill and Fleur Weasley (not dead just severely under appreciated)

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keykeep · 2 years

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Kinktober day 5: Sharing Is Caring - Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour

Warnings:threesome,male masturbation,female masturbation ,sex, face sitting.

You and Fleur share an apartment. You had met her at Beauxbatons. She was your dorm mate and best friend throughout school. As you grew older and your hormones heightened,you expressed to Fleur one day that you were nervous to have your first kiss because of your inexperience due to going to an all girls school.

Her solution was to kiss you, soft and hesitant at first but that kiss was followed by another. Reciprocated by both parties, as they continued to practice they enjoyed experimenting and finding out what they did or didn’t like.

Fleur was your first everything, but you both knew that it was just fun and you weren’t each other’s ideal partners. But after school ended, she ended up working at Gringotts to learn English, but instead she met the hottest redhead coworker you had ever seen. Since then they had been happily dating. You were happy for them both you liked Bill Weasley he was tall with his long red hair, his earring and punk rock style.

It was the weekend and you had the apartment to yourself as Fleur and Bill went on a date. So you cleaned the apartment, it was a particular hot night so you were wearing as little as possible and polishing the silverware by hand. When the door opened and Fleur and Bill walked into the apartment.

“Oh, my love you’ve worked so hard, it looks great” Fleur said, you were stunned in place as you scrambled for a pillow to cover up your scantily clad body in front of the guest. “Don’t worry you look gorgeous” Fleur purred, “ I really like this outfit, it’s new isn’t it nice Bill?” She turned to her boyfriend as he eyed your figure walking around you as you stood embarrassed.

“Yeah you look great, I’ll be sure to remember this moment” your cheeks turned pink as you mumbled a thank you before you coughed speaking louder this time.

“You’re home early” you stated, “well, I was telling Bill all about school and I happened to mention that you and I were lovers” you turned to Bill defensively “ it was a long time ago, you have nothing to worry about”.

He chuckled, “ don’t worry she said we can share her for tonight, I mean if that’s okay with you” you shook your head trying to figure out what the oldest Weasley just said.

“Share her? Like as friends or what?”

Fleur kissed your neck running her hands over your body“ we both know we are way more than friends”.

You looked over at Bill, who had his erect cock in his hand stroking himself while watching you and Fleur.

This gave you some confidence to intertwine your fingers with Fleur’s pulling her closer as you kissed her with passion and desire. Her hand gripping your breasts through the fabric of your clothing and gave them nipples a light squeeze before unclipping your top and letting it fall to the ground.

You looked over at Bill, “don’t mind me. just enjoying the view” he said smugly.

You turned to Fleur pulling upwards on her shirt and unclipped her bra letting it fall to the ground as well. Your lips attached to fleurs breasts as you licked and sucked on her hard nipples as she moaned.

Fleur runs her finger along your slit as you moan in anticipation. She smiles at you as she sinks her finger inside of you before stroking your clit back and forth relishing in the wetness that has already formed.

Bill ran his fingers along Fleur matching her rhythm to you as you could hear her getting wetter.

You ran your hands down the hard ridges of bill’s toned body grabbing his shirt as you lifted it over his head discarding it onto the floor.

Fleur undid his pants and let them drop too. Standing their naked you took in the beautiful man as you raked your fingers over his body. Grabbing his cock and running your tongue around the crown of it while Fleur continued fingering you and Bill continued on her.

“Fuck, let’s take this to the bedroom” you breathlessly said as you lay down together side by side on Fleurs Queen bed.

Bill brings his head down closer to your throbbing clit. You feel a hot breath against your thighs and it makes you shiver. He opens his mouth and lets his tongue slide along the length of your slit.

You rock your hips to meet the motions of Bill's tongue. Looking at Fleur who has her boyfriend's cock lining it up at her clit and sliding onto him as her wetness begins to coat him as she rises and falls on his dick.

You feel a moan against your clit as you lean over kissing Fleur and palming her breasts through bounces. Your energy gets more intense as the passion is heightened.

The sound of Bills skin slapping against fleurs as he pounds her faster. Orgasm building and moans growing more frequent throughout the room.

You feel a intense build up as your cum spills out of you. Covering Bill who continues to suck up every drop. You move off Bill's face as Fleur moans as her orgasm fast approaches. You reach forward to massage her centre to the rhythm of bill and fleurs fucking.

You feel her quiver as her orgasm explodes at the same time as Bill. He pulls himself out of her. Dick covered in both Fleur and his cum. You take his cock in your hand as you bring your lips over him to hungrily suck and lick relishing on the taste of them together.

This was definitely not a one-time event.

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kiger68 · 10 months

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Hopeless

Hey Friends,

Welcome back to my blog (welcome if you're new). It has been a while, alas I'm back now with another heartbreakingly angsty one shot for you. I hope you enjoy.

Requested? No

Word Count: 1,050

Sypnosis: After losing his brother Fred, Bill remembers the impact that people in his life had, and gets some earth shattering news.

You can view part one here: (you don't need to read it to read this one but I recommend you do as it will help you understand the events that transpire in this better)

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of losing a child (implied miscarriage), slight implication depression. I think that's it let me know if I missed any.

Bill felt his chest tighten as he crouched beside his brothers still body. The smile permanently etched on Fred's features brought a fresh wave of tears cascading down his pale, scarred face. He couldn't help his thoughts drifting back to the help Fred gave him during the darkest period of his life.

"Fred, she's suffering, her heart is broken and I didn't think there was anything I could do to fix it, so I left." Bill speaks his voice merely above a whisper. He had shown up on his brothers doorstep a few hours ago, his eyes red and puffy telling him the story of what happened with Y/N and why he left. "What kind of horrible person leaves someone who is suffering, oh merlin, I'm a terrible human being, I should have stayed, I should have trued harder to help he-" Fred cut off his brothers rant, placing a hand softly on his shoulder "Bill, stop. You are not a horrible person, you did everything you possibly could to help Y/N there is nothing else you can possibly do. There's nothing any of us could do to help her until she's ready to accept the house. You can't put yourself down for leaving, like you said you felt like that place was suffocating you, like you couldn't breathe, it's okay to leave so you can get some air, so you can process your loss and move past it." Fred spoke softly. He made a mental note to stop by and check on Y/N later. "I guess you're right, but it doesn't stop me from feeling like a terrible human being" Bill spoke to Fred so simply nodded and said "I know, Bill"

He realised that he had never thanked his brother for what he did for him, for them both. As he realised he would never be able to he felt his heart break a little. His brother was a kind-hearted person who always managed to be the light in the darkness, to provide hope to the hopeless and now he was gone, ripped from the earth, from his family. As he felt a hand on his shoulder, his head turned in the direction of the movement and he was greeted with the grim face of his always beautiful wife. "Bill, come itz Y/N, she's....just come". Fleur removed her had from his shoulders and held it out for Bill to take before she lead him away from his family.

He had been introduced to Fleur years ago during the Tri-Wizard Tournament at Hogwarts by his former Fiancée Y/N, even the memory of her brought painful sting to his chest. Fleur had helped him get through the pain he felt and helped him move to a better place mentally, she had been patient with him on days when he was inconsolable and had even helped Y/N get to a place where she could leave the house and function semi-normally. Eventually, he had fallen head over heels for Fleur and vice versa

Fleur led him to the opposite corner of the great hall, before stepping behind Bill and placing her hands on his shoulders. "I'm sorry" was all she said as Bill looked upon the still and peaceful body of his first love. "What happened?" He spoke as he felt his already broken heart shatter in his chest. "She got hit by an unforgivable curse, by a death eater" as Fleur spoke his eyes widened prompting her to continue "Bill, I dealt with him as soon as I found him, but it was too late she was already gone". This prompted a fresh wave of tears to erupt from his already puffy eyes. He remembered back to the day they had both felt the happiest they had ever been.

"Bill I have something to tell you" Y/N spoke her eyes alight with happiness. They had just had a beautiful homecooked romantic dinner to celebrate their seventh anniversary. He noticed how excited she looked, her smile was stretched to her eyes, her dimples prominent on her face. "What is it, love?" he questioned ecstatic to see her so excited. "I'm pregnant" As she spoke those words, Bill felt a wave of excitement and peace wash over him. He enveloped her in his arms pressing her to his chest, as he beamed with happiness. They were going to be parents.

He fell to his knees grasping for her cold hands splayed out beside her body. Fleur let him have this moment peacefully, she understood the impact that Y/N had on all of their lives so she let him grieve her in peace, she would be there when he needed her and she would help him grieve and get through this like she did the last time.

"I'm sorry love, I'm so sorry" Bill spoke frantically to the empty soul lying in front of him. They had lived through the loss of their child, they had watched friends disappear, they had been through so much together and she was finally free, finally at peace, reunited with the child they lost and the almost-brother that had helped them both through the worst time in their lives.

Most people don't realise that Bill didn't just lose one member of his family on this day he lost two. Two of the greatest souls he had ever known, Fred and Y/N had this magical ability to make all those around them see the light in the darkest times, bring laughter in the quietest moments. They gave hope to the hopeless, now they were gone. They would never make anyone laugh again, they wouldn't be there to see the Weasley children have families. Even through all the losses they suffered they never broke, well never fully. They would never know the impact the life had on those around them now that they were gone.

The thoughts of their lives and the impacts they had on the people around them swirled in Bill's head and once again his heart shattered and the hopelessness that once enveloped him took over as he remembered both the good times and the tragedy. He became a shell of who he once was and his family didn't know if he would ever come back.

#angst #fanfiction #heartbreak #heartache #fred weasley #bill weasley x reader #bill weasley #fleur delacour #weasley family #loss

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ourloveisforthelovely · 1 year

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Never the Same Part 8

Regulus Black AU

Story Summary Being Bill’s twin, you were always the supportive one. Now that you are stepping outside of your role everything is changing. For your family, it’s for the worse. For Regulus and yourself, it’s for the better.

Pairings: Regulus x Reader

Rating: Mature. Doesn’t follow the book

Part 7 Link

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Much to Regulus’ dismay, Walburga didn’t find a new place to “haunt.” Instead, she seemed to latch her claws in even tighter. She proclaimed that she would never leave her home. Nothing that either of her sons had to say could make her do something that she wasn’t ready to.

The good part was she started avoiding everyone and only came out of the master suite if she absolutely had to. This was just fine with Regulus and Sirius. Neither brother seemed overly joyed to have to deal with their mother. It reminded you of zoo keepers having to deal with a ravenous lion. If it wasn’t for Kreacher, you had a feeling that food would be just left at her door with no indication that it mattered if she ate or not. You wouldn’t have been surprised if Regulus and Sirius were playing rock, paper, scissors to decide who would be the unfortunate one to deal with Walburga that day.

You, typically, would have felt sorry for Walburga but after seeing the state that she left Sirius and Regulus in…your “give a damn” was slightly broken. There was also the fact that as your pregnancy progressed you were feeling worse with each day.

“How are you feeling?”

You sighed at Regulus’ question. Looking up from your pillow you gave him a frustrated look.

“Awful! My back hurts. My feet hurt. I don’t think I can stretch anymore and if I don’t stop vomiting…”

Regulus winced, slightly regretting asking that question. He wasn’t even sure why he did. Regulus knew that you were feeling awful. For some reason, he kept asking how you were feeling. If you threw something at him for asking, Regulus wouldn’t be surprised. Normally, you were perfectly sweet and patient but as the pregnancy was progressing… your patience was failing you.

“So…the same?”

Regulus added. You only stared at him. Regulus gave you an innocent shrug. You knew that he was probably as tired of you being pregnant as you were of actually being pregnant. He was too good of a man to say it, however.

“I am never doing this again. I used to want a big family but now I am thinking my parents are mental.”

Regulus chuckled as he moved to put his coat on. He was getting ready to go away for a week, which was also fueling your frustration.

“Well, lucky for you I have never had the desire to have a house full of children.”

You groaned.

“Good, because this is a one-and-done shot. I might possibly jump off of a building if I have to do this again.”

Regulus chuckled before kneeling down beside you. He gently pushed some of your hair away from your face and leaned down to kiss you.

“You can’t jump off of a building and leave me alone with all of these people. You’re the only one keeping me sane. Never mind the fact, that I know absolutely nothing about babies. What if I forgot ours somewhere?”

Regulus was relieved when you giggled.

“You wouldn’t forget them anywhere.”

Regulus blinked a few times.

“My mum and dad forgot me at a funeral parlor once.”

Your mouth dropped. Why this surprised you, you didn’t know. If Regulus told you that his father had forgotten his son’s name it wouldn’t have been entirely shocking. Orion Black seemed to be more of a conversational piece than a father and husband.

“Please tell me that you are joking.”

Regulus shook his head as his face darkened a bit. It was really no wonder that he turned out the way that he did. With his parent’s version of “love” it was a bloody miracle that he was able to talk to you in the first place…let alone be in a healthy relationship.

“Dead serious. I was alone with a corpse for like four hours until Sirius realized that I was gone. It was a lovely experience for a five-year-old to go through.”

You put a hand over your face. If you needed yet another reason to dislike your mother and father-in-law, you had one.

“That’s horrible! Regulus, you would never do something like that to your own child. You are a lot more self-aware than your parents apparently were. Why don’t you just sit this job out? Sirius can go for you.”

Regulus leaned down to kiss you again. He hadn’t told you the exact nature of this job. Something was going down at Hogwarts and The Order needed to get there fast. Regulus watched your face for a moment. He wanted to enjoy each moment looking at you…in case something happened. While Regulus didn’t plan on dying if something happened…he just wanted to enjoy the moment.

“It's already planned with me going. Sirius is going too. If you need me, Kreacher will be able to get to me quickly.”

You wanted to be selfish and tell Sirius to pack an overnight bag. He wasn’t the one expecting twins at any given moment. Regulus was. You had accepted the fact that the twins would probably come early. If Regulus was gone while you were in labor, you would personally throw the biggest tantrum on him that you could muster.

You also weren’t the least bit happy about being stuck in the house alone with Walburga. There were many other tasks that you would be doing versus being stuck in the house with your mother-in-law.

“Fine…if you have to…It seems like all of you are going. Is there something that you aren’t telling me, Regulus Black?

You asked as Regulus moved to stand up. He gave you an innocent look, praying that you would buy it. The last thing that Regulus wanted was to tell you exactly what you were missing out on. Regulus knew that if he told you where he was going you would demand to go. The further away you were from Hogwarts the safer you would be.

“Everything will be just fine. I promise.”

Regulus replied. He knew it was a lie. It was a bold-faced lie and he never should have done it but he did.

“Alright then. Please be careful. It's only a matter of weeks before the twins come and…I can’t do it without you.”

Regulus leaned down to kiss you once more.

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

Sirius stepped into the doorway to see if Regulus was ever coming along. He hadn’t said it but he was amazed at the turnaround Regulus made personally. What had been a moody sullen arrogant teenager had turned into the world’s best husband. You were the one thing that Regulus cared for the most in the world.

“Ready?”

Sirius questioned. Regulus’ grey eyes flickered to his brother before looking back to you once more. Putting a hand on the side of your face, Regulus forced a smile and again prayed that you were believing the bullshit that he was offering.

“See you soon.”

Sirius waited until the front door shut before turning to face his brother.

“You haven’t told her exactly what is going on at Hogwarts, have you?”

Regulus shook his head.

“No, she doesn’t need to know. I need to focus on the task at hand. I won’t be able to do that if she's running around fighting too. One of us will get killed and it will probably be me. Y/n is safe here with mother.”

Sirius muttered “fuck me” under his breath. If he knew anything, it would be the fact that you would be furious for not only missing what would be the biggest battle known to Wizardkind but the fact that Regulus lied. Sure, his brother’s intentions were good. No one’s pregnant wife needed to be putting herself on the line like that she needed to know.

“Reg, she’s going to be pissed.”

Regulus again glanced over his shoulder making sure that you weren’t anywhere nearby.

“Pissed or not, she and our children will be alive. She’ll forgive me soon enough. Now let's go and stop talking about this.”

The two walked in silence until Sirius started chuckling. Regulus’ eyes rolled over to his older brother with a scowl.

“What?”

He questioned. Sirius finally got a grip on himself before speaking.

“I would be pissed if you left me with Walburga. The old hag will probably be having Y/n help her organize her obituary scrapbook.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. The last thing that he wanted was to think about his mother. While Regulus really didn’t want to kill Walburga himself it was beginning to look like that was a decent option. The woman was making everyone’s lives miserable.

“When we get back, we need to make a plan to get rid of the old bitch. If we don’t, she will haunt us until she dies again…that is too long away for my liking.”

(several hours later)

You sat in a near haze listening to Walburga rattle on and on about her dead relatives. While Regulus and Sirius made no effort to hide their contempt for their mother (a prime example was Sirius purposely stepping on every crack in the sidewalk to “break his mother’s back.”) you were trying your best to be somewhat decent to her. It was getting harder as your pregnancy progressed. Your patience was thin and listening to this old bitch be nothing but rude to both of her sons was wearing on you.

“And that’s how Aunt Estrella died…Y/n are you listening to me?”

You blinked a few times to pull yourself from your trance.

“Yes…I am.”

Walburga shook her head.

“If you are going to lie to me at least make it about something good. Your eyes have been glazed over for the past half an hour. So, without my son hovering over you like an overprotective mother hen, I can talk to you properly now. What are your plans for the twins? It has to be getting near time for them to be born. I do hope that Regulus and yourself have made plans for a good nanny.”

You had to stop yourself from laughing at the expression on Regulus’ face when you told him that Walburga compared him to a mother hen.

“Actually, no. We haven’t made any plans for a nanny because they are our kids and we can take care of them ourselves.”

Walburga looked totally baffled by that comment. She had never once been without a nanny at least until Regulus was 7. If she had to take care of her children all on her own, it would have been a major inconvenience that Walburga just couldn’t phantom.

“But what about when both of you are tired…or when Regulus is working?”

You leaned back in your chair.

“My mother made it just fine. That’s with a lot more children than two running around. Besides, my mum will be willing to help me. Believe it or not, Regulus and I look forward to taking care of our children."

“Children should be seen and not heard.”

You moved to stand up as Sirius walked in. His disheveled appearance quickly caught your attention. You didn’t give Walburga a second thought before muttering, “I’ll have to get back to you on that” and going to your brother-in-law.

As you approached him, you realized that his eye had a massive cut under it and his nose had been bleeding. Panic surged through you as you realized Regulus wasn’t in the room.

“Sirius! Are you…Regulus? Where is he?”

Sirius attempted to fix his now-destroyed hair. He wanted to make a joke that it would take ages to make it look right again but your expression told him that you wouldn’t appreciate it like normal. The terrified expression on your face told Sirius that you were NOT in the mood for any of his humor at the moment.

“He’s fine! I swear! Regulus sent me. I need you to come with me and try not to panic…I would say to keep an open mind but there is no way to prepare you for what you are about to see.”

You felt your mouth drop at Sirius’ words. Telling you not to panic worked as well as stabbing you and saying “Ah, you’ll be alright…just ignore the bleeding.”

“Sirius…”

Before you could even finish the sentence, Sirius apparated both of you to what was left of Hogwarts. Your mouth dropped even further the moment that you saw the castle that you loved so much nearly destroyed. Looking around, all you could see was sheer carnage. Bloody students and other various adults were wandering around looking totally lost.

The moment that Regulus walked out of what was the great hall, you all but ran to him.

“Regulus!”

You had nearly knocked him down before Regulus could even get a word out. All that mattered to you was the fact that he was alive.

“Y/n…”

He started but you cut him off as you started looking him over in a state of panic. His clothes were dusty and torn in a few places. Thankfully, he appeared to not have much physical damage other than a bruised cheek and busted bottom lip.

“Regulus, what the hell?!”

“Y/n, I’m fine. Everything is going to be…”

You cut him off yet again.

“If you say fine, I am going to slug you! Nothing about this looks fine! I thought that you said this was a small job. Are you seeing the same shit that I am!”

Regulus reached out and cupped your cheeks.

“Y/n, I am okay. He’s gone… Voldemort is gone.”

“Harry! Oh, Merlin, is Harry…”

“He’s fine! He’s okay. I didn’t tell you because, given your condition, there was no way in hell that I was about to let you come here and be potentially hurt. I had to keep you and the babies safe.”

You looked around as a nearby wall partially collapsed. Turning back to Regulus, you mentally tried to ignore the screaming in your head that today could have very well been the day that you lost the man that you loved. Yes, the dark lord was dead but the good side clearly had a ton of losses too.

“What if you had died? How do you think that I would have felt knowing that I never got to see you again? What about our children…Regulus, I am…”

Regulus pulled you back into another kiss silencing any further words. You slipped one hand onto Regulus’ cheek before sliding to the back of his head and tangled in his curls. Neither Regulus nor yourself seemed in any hurry to let go of the other.

Regulus pulled away after a moment but didn’t move too far away from you.

“Because I knew you would panic…I’m alive, here and with you…that’s all that matters.”

You kissed him again as Regulus placed one hand on your stomach.”

“You really are the most stubborn man that I have ever met. If I didn’t love you so much I really would punch you in the face.”

Regulus chuckled as his eyes went to Arthur Weasley. He sighed immediately. Regulus knew what he had to tell you and he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to ruin the intimacy of this moment and break your heart but he had to.

“Y/n, I do need to talk to you about one thing though. Not everyone made it. We nearly lost Tonks and Remus.”

You stepped back as your eyes widened. In all of the chaos, you realized that you had yet to see any members of your family.

“My parents? Brothers? Ginny?”

You quickly asked. Regulus’ face darkened as he rubbed a hand over his face.

“They’re fine…everyone except Fred…darling, he didn’t make it.”

Regulus’ words felt like a bullet to your heart. Fred was gone. Everything in your heart came to a screeching halt as you looked around.

“Where are they?”

“In the great hall.”

Regulus replied softly. You took a few deep breaths before turning and running into the great hall. Regulus remained motionless for a moment before turning and going after you. This was the part that he dreaded. Regulus could deal with the fighting and chaos but the aftermath was something that he was not emotionally ready for. He would have to attend the funerals. See the loss in his friend’s eyes as they realized the ones that they cared the most for weren’t coming back.

When he stepped into the great hall, you were kneeling down beside George and Molly. Regulus had to look away. He couldn’t bear to see the look of sheer heartbreak on your face. It was bad enough when the Weasleys realized that Fred was dead, to begin with. Now here you were, the one human that he loved the most in the world, having to face the reality that your little brother was gone and nothing could be done about it. He would have to stand by and watch as you went through some of the darkest days and he wasn’t able to protect you…for once he could do absolutely nothing.

You, meanwhile, sat staring down at Fred’s face. His eyes were closed making him look as if he was only sleeping. Part of you wondered if he would suddenly sit up and say “Got you!” You prayed that would happen. For once, you wanted nothing more than for Fred and George to be playing one of their pranks…but you knew that wasn’t the case. The heartbroken look on George’s face, as he sobbed in Arthur’s arms, told you that this was no joke.

Even though you had your own heartbreak to deal with, you knew that George was experiencing devastation worse. Fred was George’s other half…the other half to the puzzle…now he was gone. You slowly looked up at Bill. Your own twin stood holding his wife but his eye was locked on your face. Without even speaking, you knew that the two of you were thinking the same thing. Neither of you would know how to make it without the other. Bill was the other half of your soul. He was the one who came into the world with you. While the two of you still had each other…George was not missing his other half.

In the noise and chaos, you could only think one thought…

Nothing will ever be the same again

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