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you were standing right next to him, chest breathing up and down, a big bouquet of ranunculus flowers that were specifically oranges and yellows, and a big snowy white flowing dress.

when you first got engaged, Remus was over the moon. his only daughter was finally getting married! he felt like such a proud father when you had showed him the rock on your finger, the diamond glittering against the light, lighting up his face practically.

Fred Weasley was a good guy. you and him were the same age, and Remus was glad you didn’t choose the other guy you had fancied during your times in Hogwarts, he was quite the scandal later on.

Fred was also one of the multiple sons to Arthur and Molly Weasley, so Remus immediately gave him his blessing, loving the fact that Fred was so professional despite the years they spent together in the Order of the Phoenix.

the wedding planning took over 6 months. it was 4 months after the second wizarding war when Fred popped the question and you were quick to dive into planning the infamous Weasley-Lupin wedding.

you had already acquired your bridesmaids — Hermonie Granger, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia Spinnet — and Fred had already chosen his groomsmen — George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Lee Jordan, Harry Potter, and Percy Weasley — he would’ve added his two older brothers, but they declined and said they had a surprise up their sleeve for the day of.

Remus had been fine for the 6 months leading up to the actual day. he smiled wildly when you told him you were going to go dress shopping, he would dramatically faint when you brought up honeymoon ideas, and looked proud when the two of you went suit shopping for him for the very important day.

but, as Remus is in the moment, he can’t help but reminisce on the years that came before this very exact moment. the years that he would forever cherish.

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1978; the year that changed Remus’s life forever. he was fresh out of Hogwarts, still dating the girl since his 6th year, and just found out she had been pregnant for months — a cryptic pregnancy as Muggles described it.

he was afraid. he never expected to be a father so early in his life. all those impulsive moments came to mind, and he had a sling of regret. but, as his girlfriend looks at him with those E/C eyes of hers, the regret quickly runs away.

so, here he was, at St. Mungos, with Sirius, James, Peter, and Lily. they were all pretty shocked to hear that Remus had a child on the way, and they were pretty puzzled at the idea of a cryptic pregnancy.

they were shocked to found out that Remus got down like that — multiple times — during their times at Hogwarts.

Remus had been walking around in the private waiting room, clearly stressed out. Lily frowned, seeing the stress that was very apparent on his face. Sirius sighed, standing up.

“come on, mate. pacing around won’t make her give birth faster. these births ..they take a while.”

Sirius explained, which seemed to calm down Remus just a bit. his shoulders loosen, and he sighed, looking down at his brown shoes.

“i know ..it’s just,” he clutched his fists, “it’s been hours. the doctors are looking more and more worried.” he murmured, causing the others to frown.

Remus was right. it had been a total of 18 hours since his girlfriend had gotten into labor, and the doctors looked less and less happy when they came back with news.

“looks like your genes are strong, you were quite stubborn when we first met during our first year,” James snickers, causing the tension to lift, and Remus to crack a snicker.

Remus had always been stubborn when it came to his feelings. when he first went to Hogwarts at the ripe age of 11, he almost hexed James because James had looked at him weird. that’s when they became friends.

looks like this baby was going to take most of Remus’s personality.

Peter was about to add on when the doctors came bargaining in, around 4 of them. they looked like they were straight out of surgery, with bits of unknown fluids and blood on their white doctor uniform.

“Mr.Lupin?” the first doctor asks, to which Remus immediately straightens up. “i’m sorry to inform you that your wife has passed away,” she wasn’t his wife, but the doctor’s words went right through his heart.

“what?” Remus’s voice slightly cracked. the doctors looked guilty, “she had passed away during child birth.” that’s when the next alarm went off in Remus’s head. “the baby! is — is it okay?” Remus asks.

Sirius, James, Peter, and Lily instantly stood up, Sirius waiting to hold back Remus in case he crashes out, and Lily holding onto James.

Lily knew Remus’s girlfriend, she was a sweet young woman and loved showering Remus in affection, so hearing that she just passed away was quite shocking.

“your baby is okay. in fact ..” the doctor looked back as another doctor entered the private waiting room, holding a bundle of blankets. Remus looked confused, taking a few steps forward before he gasped.

inside the bundle of blankets laid a small baby, sleeping soundly. the baby had H/T type of hair that was similar to the mother, and very chubby cheeks.

“we’re sorry about your lost, Mr.Lupin. though, please welcome your daughter.”

Remus felt an unfamiliar feeling in his throat, and his eyes glossing more than usual. the whole situation — his girlfriend passing away, and his daughter being born — was a lot to take in.

fat, salty, gushing tears started rolling down his cheeks as he started crying. he instantly grabbed the little bundle of joy from the doctor, cradling her softly. Sirius and the others instantly crowd around him, and the doctors go back into the hospital room.

“she’s beautiful,” Lily commented softly as her eyes gaze through the baby girl’s feature, her H/T hair, S/C skin, and chubby cheeks. James smiled softly, his eyes glossing as well, Peter gasped softly, and Sirius looked so happy.

“Y/N.” he said all of a sudden, “she always wanted to have a girl, and wanted to name her Y/N.” Remus softly said, his finger making its way to Y/N’s small fisted hands. as if feeling the familiarity, Y/N’s hands unclasped, and held onto Remus’s finger.

he cried a lot that day, he lost somebody, but he gained somebody new.

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raising a child was no easy task.

Remus was a new father, never really having siblings of his own, and his friends haven’t had kids yet. he struggled, obviously. you weren’t an easy task, since you predominantly were a good blend of your mother and father.

when you got into your teething stage, Remus was practically bouncing off the walls. he disliked how much the teething pained you, and wished he could whisk the pain away. the wizard doctors strongly advised Remus to not use magic on you yet.

your big E/C eyes would look at him as you cried because of your teeth coming in. Remus would frown and hold you in his arms, cradling you and whispering words that were unfamiliar to you.

he would sometimes show you picture of your mother, and you would instantly know who that was, your chubby hands grabbing at the photograph, and Remus would smile fondly.

Sirius and the others would pop in multiple times. Lily would love to hold you, twirling your hair between her fingers. James would challenge you, trying to show you how to crawl, using himself as demonstration. Sirius would shower you in gifts, your crib was filled with plushies up to the top.

Remus would find it weird how you would always try to separate Peter from Lily and James. you cried loudly just to get the two away from Peter. Peter would obviously be upset, but he can’t be upset at a baby, and would instantly smile when you would throw a ball at him.

when you finally started crawling, Remus would find you in the most random places. once, he found you near the door, chewing onto mail. another time, he found you in the cupboard in the kitchen, and Lily had scolded him for not babyproofing the house.

you would blabber nonsense to him, and cry and scream at odd times in the night. Remus swore he had eyebags everytime he had to bottle feed you because you would cry at exactly 2:46 am every single away.

but, he can’t help but adore you. you shared similarities to your mother, her giggles, her curiosity, everything reminded him of her.

when you had officially started walking, everything was turned on its head. you ran, walked, jogged, and jumped everywhere. every time Lily and James would visit, you would run towards them and hug them. when Peter would visit, you liked to bunny hop towards him. and when Sirius would visit, you would jog towards him.

your hair had grew out more, more like your mom’s hair. Remus would find himself watching you as you ate your lunch, proud that you have grown up very fast, and proud of himself for not freaking out about every little thing.

you had many interests — you liked talking to the frogs outside in the garden, naming them ‘Harry and Larry’, and Remus would laugh when he would see you trying to hop like the frogs.

when you would sing, the two of you would dance the night away. he liked dressing you up in dresses and clothing Lily had made, and you would shine so brightly when he would surprise you with them.

during your 1st birthday, the marauders went all out. the party was held at the house of Black, thanks to Sirius. you were dressed in a F/C fluffy dress, alongside a big fat bow that rested on your head.

Peter was in charge of the cake, and he almost ruined the whole party by almost dropping the cake, but thanks to Sirius’s quick thinking, the cake was saved.

your present table was towering with gifts. all of them stacked up — it was even taller than you! you smiled brightly as everybody took photos, your grin matching the one of Remus’s face.

everybody almost bawled their eyes out when Remus had held you, swaying you alongside the beat of a song, his eyes softening — not quite crying, but almost there — as he saw how big you were getting.

the next couple of 10 years went by like a flash. Remus blinked and all of a sudden you were turning 11, taller, bigger, and more like him than he would’ve ever imagined.

he remembered the toddler years, the way you would kick at his shin when you would get mad, how you yelled at Peter for stealing your dog plushie, how you cuddled up to Lily.

he also remembered how much you cried when you found out Lily and James were murdered, and how Peter was now dead, and how betrayed you felt by Sirius. you swore he would never do that, and Remus simply cradled you, crying himself.

that was the 2nd time he had ever cried. he always prided himself on not being overall emotional, looks like you got your mother’s emotional side. your mom was always an emotional one, when she found out she was pregnant, she cried, when she saw Lily at her wedding, she cried, when she saw a puppy, she cried.

unfortunately, a few days after you turned 11, you woke up crying. Remus was confused and wondering why you were bawling your eyes out so intensely. that’s when you had told them you had bleed out, and Remus was rightfully frightened.

he was confused — you didn’t seem hurt, but you were crying. you then showed him the crime scene, and everything dawned on him. you had started your period. a big puddle of blood stained your white sheets, and you were currently crying and embarrassed.

Remus poked his head out to try and find the nice old lady that sometimes babysat you while he was away. she was a Muggle, but it seemed like she knew more than she let on.

when the old lady was told by Remus that you had started your period, she was instant to help you. she bought you the right pills and menstrual products to help you, explaining you what periods were and how they worked.

Remus felt horrible. he knew that you should’ve had this conversation with your mother, but she unfortunately wasn’t here. it hurt him to his core, but he smiled nevertheless when he saw you look towards him for reassurance.

when your first Hogwarts letter came in, you had freaked out because an owl was looking at you through the window. Remus was over the moon, excited for you to experience Hogwarts just like he had years before.

he explained how his years at Hogwarts were, and what Hogwarts was. he told the good parts, and also the bad parts. he didn’t want to hide anything and have you freak out as soon as you got there.

soon, Remus took you to Diagon Alley. it was a very amazing place, and you were fascinated with everything. you knew about the basics of magic — little spells your dad had taught you for self-defense, and some lore about the wizarding word, including who-shall-not-be-named business.

you had accidentally ran into identical twins when you were getting your robes. they both had ginger hair, and mischievous smirks. you soon found out their names were Fred and George, who love chaos.

Remus wasn’t too fond of them at first. he had always sheltered you ever since you were young. he wasn’t ready to let his little girl away. he soon met Molly and Arthur, the parents of the twins and also parents to 3 other boys; Percy, Bill, and Charlie.

after that, you went to Ollivander’s to get your wand. Remus was a bit worried, wondering what kind of wand you would get. this would quite literally be the most dangerous item you’ll probably have in your life.

the first wand had the core of a phoenix feather, Ollivander had warned you, and you were excited yet nervous about the whole ordeal. Remus, on the other hand, was stressing.

wands with the phoenix feather as its core are known to sort of have a mind of their own, favoring witches and wizards with courage and persistence.

when you have it flick, you had knocked out all of the books of the bookshelf. embarrassed, you instantly gave back the wand.

the second wand had the core of a unicorn hair. you flicked it, and made your dad start floating in the air. freaking out, you gave back the wand.

the final wand had the core of a dragon heartstring. Remus frowned, taking a few steps back. you flicked, and Ollivander’s eyes sparkled.

after you had officially gotten your wand, Remus was ready to go home. the two of you had arrived early in the morning to avoid foot traffic. unfortunately, by the time you two were leaving, the foot traffic had just begun.

you held onto your father’s hand as the two of you maneuver the crowd, bumping into people and almost dropping your cage — the cage that held your new pet, a fluffy black cat named Coco.

this was the start of the beginning!

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1ST YEAR.

your first year had gone crazy. you were sorted into Gryffindor, and instantly recognize the familiar gingers you had met in Diagon Alley.

you quickly befriended them, and met their other brothers; Percy Weasley, whose glasses almost fell off his face because of how hard you were shaking his hand, Bill Weasley, whose smirk almost made you scared of him, and Charlie Weasley, who suggested you try out for Quidditch.

unfortunately, your first day ended in disaster since you, Fred, and George had gotten lost. Professor McGonagall was freaking out since she already lost some students and the headboy of Gryffindor was crashing out.

thankfully, the three of you got founded by the headgirl of Ravenclaw, and were safely returned back into the Gryffindor common rooms. Percy scolded his brothers, while Charlie laughed, and Bill asked if you were okay.

after that, you quickly made friends with other students in your year.

Lee Jordan was the second friend you made. he was very charismatic, and shot you a smile when he first saw you in Herbology class. he expressed his dream of becoming a Quidditch commentator, and you suggested talking to Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore about it.

Angelina Johnson was the third friend you made. she was very sweet and gave you honeydukes when you sat next to her in Charms. she had beamed about joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and you supported her on the idea.

Alicia Spinnet was the fourth friend you made. she had accidentally spilled pumpkin juice on your robes during lunch and had apologized profusely. you forgave her and she immediately took you to the bathroom to get changed. she also wanted to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team and you supported her fully.

one of the teachers scared you, though. Professor Snape, who teaches Potions, seems to have something against you. everytime he called your last name, it seemed like it was poison on his tongue.

for the holidays, the twins invited you over to the Burrow. Remus was more than happy to learn you were invited, seemly he was worried you wouldn’t make any friends at the start of school.

christmas with the Weasley’s was very exciting. you met the two younger siblings — Ron and Ginny. Ron was probably going through his curious phase cause he kept on asking you questions. Ginny was happy there was finally another girl.

the rest of your 1st year was filled with light hearted fun, and you quickly grown close with the twins, who always had your back against anybody who would try and bully you.

2ND YEAR.

your second year was filled with even more chaos than the year before.

Fred and George expressed their love for fireworks and pranks, and you offered to give them some prank ideas. they immediately took on your offer and you were excited.

Angelina, Alicia, Fred, and George all had tried out for the Quidditch team. you cheered them on from the stands and prayed that they made it into the team.

thankfully, they did — after you bribed the captain with some cookies! jkjk, they got in through pure talent — they were over the moon.

Quidditch practice took up most of their time so you hung out more with Lee Jordan during these times. he always practiced his ‘commentary’ voice with you and you suggested the two of you try and convince Professor Dumbledore to get Lee has the Quidditch commentator.

after a bit of bribing, Professor Dumbledore appointed Lee has the official Quidditch commentator. Lee had hugged you so tight after that that you had felt the squeeze for 2 weeks after.

Lee had gave you special privileges, allowing you to be with him and the other Professors during the matches. Professor Snape always watched you like a hawk, though, and you were starting to get worried he was secretly planning your murder.

you always owl’ed your father during any free time. you would fill him in on the latest drama, what you ate that day, and how Hogwarts has been going for you.

he would owl back how his days were back at home, and how he’s planning on becoming a Professor at Hogwarts in the near future.

during the holidays, you invited the Weasley family over to your home. Remus was more than happy to host, and loved the fact that you had befriended such friendly people.

Remus had found out Arthur was an auror, and asked him questions on and on about his career. Molly had baked a batch of cookies in the oven and you were excited to eat them.

the rest of your second year was smooth sailing. Gryffindor won a couple matches in Quidditch, but unfortunately didn’t win the Quidditch cup. when you boarded the train on the last day, you were excited to come back.

3RD YEAR.

during your third year, you started seeing Fred a bit differently.

it wasn’t like you hated him or something, it was quite the opposite. Fred was always the more louder twin of the two, and despite George being your best friend, you felt your heart gravitate towards Fred.

you felt scared. you heard of numerous stories that contained a girl loving her best friend’s brother, and it ending horribly.

you tried to keep it a secret from George, but he knew you better than you did. he instantly interrogated you, questioning if you liked Fred. you instantly spilled.

George was ecstatic when he found out you liked Fred. he always had the feeling you were going to like a Weasley, and he knew his feelings were true.

this year was also the year you met the infamous Harry Potter, the only son of Lily and James Potter. you almost cried at the sight of him, seeing how much he looked like them and how Harry had Lily’s eyes.

you instantly befriended the boy, and also befriended Ron Weasley and Hermonie Granger.

Hermonie was a bright girl, and you admired her knowledge. you already knew Ron, and he was more braver since you last saw him during the holidays.

Professor Snape would also glare at you.

this was also the year you befriended the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, Oliver Wood, who was also Percy’s best friend. you sort of had a mini crush on Oliver, since he was practically dreamy when you saw him.

George teased you constantly, saying that you were secretly cheating on his brother. you would smack him in the head after that.

during the holidays, you and the others stayed at Hogwarts. you owl’ed your father about staying, and he gave you the permission. he also owl’ed your gifts to Hogwarts and it was a ton of it pilling up in your dorm.

the rest of your year came and go, you were secretly watching over Harry, making sure he didn’t get hurt too much, and held him when he cried about his parents.

as you walked out of Hogwarts on the last day, you were excited to see what it had in store for the next year.

4TH YEAR.

Fred and George’s youngest and only sister Ginny had joined Hogwarts now.

she had started acting a bit weird since the start of the term, and you were worried for her. it felt like she was in this sort of trance and she would randomly disappear.

you expressed these thoughts to Percy, who was now Headboy of Gryffindor and also a Prefect. you felt it was right to tell him just in case anything happened.

this year, you fully took in the fact you had feelings for Fred. George kept making subtle hints to Fred, who unfortunately didn’t take the hint.

you owl’ed your father about your feelings for Fred. at first, he was acting dramatic per usual, but he calmed down when he realized it was Fred.

this was also the year you had an off and on fling with Marcus Flint, surprisingly. he was a year older year, and flirted like his life depended on it.

you liked Fred, but Marcus liked you and you felt rejecting him. George was furious that you were saying Marcus and didn’t talk to you for 3 days afterwards. Fred did the same, and you felt horrible.

afterwards, they came to their senses and even though they disliked Marcus since he was in Slytherin and the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, they tolerated him for you.

Professor Snape would still glare at you, though.

the relationship landed for a few months until you broke up with him because he was disrespecting you in front of his friends, and you simply weren’t going to put up with that.

throughout the term, people were getting petrified. you were worried you were next and always kept a low profile during these times.

during the holidays, you told your dad about Marcus Flint. Remus was utterly confused and horrified, he thought you liked Fred and then you were dating some guy from Slytherin?

thankfully, because of the failed relationship, you got even closer with the twins.

during the last couple of months, you worry about Ginny heightened and you alerted Harry, Ron, and Hermonie about your worries.

Hermonie was soon petrified and you freaked out.

come to find out, Ginny was basically getting possessed by Tom Riddle, who used to be who-shall-not-be-named. she had his diary, before Harry eventually took it in and unlocked the mystery.

Percy was horrified to learn the reason why his sister was acting weird, and you knew that something was up with Ginny.

when the year finally came to an end, you were wondering what was in store for next year.

5TH YEAR.

this year was even crazier than last year.

your father, Remus Lupin, had officially became a Professor, specifically for the Defense Against The Dark Arts position.

you were over the moon, excited to see your father everyday now. Fred and George would giggle when they would see you standing next to your father because the two of you looked very similar.

this was also the year that Sirius had escaped Azkaban.

despite all his wronging, you desperately missed Sirius. he was a big part of your early years, and you swore to yourself that he would never kill Lily, James, or Peter.

Harry, on the other hand, despised Sirius. he was worried that Sirius was out to get him, since Arthur told him something like that of the sort.

George had tried to convince you to tell your feelings to Fred since you stepped foot in the dining hall during the first day. you were worried as hell, and decided to ask your father for advice.

your father suggested you tell Fred your feelings, and with that confirmation, you marched all the way to the Gryffindor common room and —

— completely walked by Fred.

George almost jumped you that day. for the next couple of days he kept grilling into your head to confess to Fred, and you wanted to build your confidence.

thankfully, Lee, Angelina, Alicia, and George all hyped you up Saturday evening. Fred was currently coming back from the Quidditch pitch after hanging out with some other friends, so this was perfect.

when you finally confessed, it was mess. you kept stuttering, freezing on the spot, and the others — Lee, Angelina, Alicia, and George — would physically cringe at you.

what surprised you, was that Fred had actually liked you back! and before you knew it, you and Fred were a couple!

when you had told your dad, he was over the moon. he always knew that Fred had liked you, and was just waiting for the day you two got together.

with Sirius still on the run, Harry was getting more worried. you heard from other students that during the Boggart lesson, your dad had projected Harry from a dementor.

you were starting to envy Harry, since your father’s attention was always on Harry. the two had secret lessons dealing with the patronus charm to help protect Harry from the dementors attacking him.

you knew it was silly, but you don’t like the fact you had to share your dad. you are always a daddy’s girl, and the fact your father is playing attention to another child had you tweaking.

towards the end of the term, you found out that Peter was in fact — alive, and was also the reason why Lily and James were gone. you never had screamed as loudly as you did that night, freaking out Fred who was with you when you found out about the news.

that meant Sirius was an innocent man, and you were happy to learn that it wasn’t Sirius who committed those heinous crimes.

with Sirius now free thanks to Harry, Ron, and Hermonie, you balled up your jealousy and dunked it, your emotions for the fact that Sirius was back overrunning those feelings.

at the end of the term, you were holding hands with Fred, and excited to hear what would happen next.

6TH YEAR.

this year was hectic.

other schools have came to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament. the prize? no idea but not enough to get killed!

before school had even started, Arthur had invited you and the others to go to the Quidditch World Cup. you were excited to spend more time with your boyfriend, and to see your friends.

unfortunately, your trip was cut short as death eaters crashed it, blasting a dark mark into the sky, a sign that he was looming around.

the champions were already chosen — Viktor Krum from Durmstrang, Fleur Delacour from Beauxbaton, and Cedric Diggory from Hogwarts. surprisedly, Harry was chosen as a fourth champion.

everyone was thinking Harry was a cheater, but you stood by his side. Fred and George would give you confused looks, but shrugged it off. Ron absolutely despised it and didn’t talk to you for a while.

during the first task, you gave Harry some advice and made your way to the stands, where you saw Fred and George hosting a bidding match.

Fred has been a lovely boyfriend so far, showering you in affection which made George gag, and love giving you random chocolate frogs from his pocket.

after the first task, people slowly warmed up to Harry. you became a sort of big sister figure to Harry, and he always came to you for advice.

you quickly befriend Cedric Diggory, the other Hogwarts champion. he was charismatic and unknowingly flirted with you. Fred was not happy about that.

Cedric always came to you for advice on his crush, Cho Chang, and you offered your best advice, enjoying the little ship. that was until Harry came to you for advice on how to ask Cho out.

the second task was even crazier.

currently, Ron, Hermonie, Cho, and Gabrielle were deep into the dark lake. you were sat with Lee and Angelina, all three of you holding onto your breaths as the champions went down.

Fred and George continued on with their bidding pool, which made you ease up a bit because of how funny it was seeing them.

thankfully, everybody came up safely. Cho was saved by Cedric, Hermonie was saved by Viktor, and Ron and Gabrielle was saved by Harry. unfortunately, Fleur was attacked by grindylows which incapacitated her.

soon after, the news of the Yule Ball came around, and you were excited. your father had already sent you multiple dresses, sending you the big bow you had wore on your first birthday, which is now small on your head because of how big you’ve grown.

Fred, obviously, had asked you to be his date for the Yule Ball. he asked you out in the most Fred Weasley way, with fireworks and your friends helping with the proposal.

the night of the Yule Ball, you walked down with Ginny and Hermonie, beaming brightly. Ginny went off with Neville, and Hermonie went off with Viktor.

Fred swore he saw the stars when he saw you descending down the stairs. George kept saying that Fred looked very lovesick.

George had went with Angelina, and you giggled seeing the two in their matching outfits.

the night was one of the best you ever had, dancing the night away with Fred. laughter, smiles, and kisses were shared between the two, and you swore you heard George gag during it.

during the last task, you were excited. you wondered who would win, and gave both Cedric and Harry a hug before they went off. Fred held your hand as the two of you and your other friends were in the stands.

everything came crashing down when Harry came back with Cedric’s cold body, and your eyes widen when you realized Cedric was dead.

Harry had screamed that Voldemort was back, and how Cedric had asked him to bring his body back. Fred held you as you felt your body tremble, fear taking over you.

on the last day, you looked back at the castle, Fred’s arm wrapped around your shoulder, and George on your side speaking utter gibberish. this was your second to last year, and you wondered what next year would have in store.

7TH YEAR.

the summer before, you were at the house of Black, alongside with the Weasley’s and other members of the Order. Hermonie had arrived, and later on Harry. Voldemort was back and they needed to revolt.

back at Hogwarts? this year was just a mess overall.

ever since Harry’s trail, a lady named Dolores Umbridge has been patrolling Hogwarts. she was apart of the Ministry, and disliked the fact Harry was saying that Voldemort was back.

you obviously believed Harry. he wasn’t the type of boy to lie, and you saw the fear in his eyes, the way Cedric was limped in his arms on that fateful day.

of course, not everybody believed Harry. you defended him bent over and backwards because everybody accused him of being crazy and being an liar.

when Hermonie had came up to you about learning defensive spells taught by Harry, you immediately jumped on the bandwagon.

Umbridge was the Professor for Defense Against The Dark Arts, but she didn’t teach anything remotely close to it, which pissed you off.

that’s when you and a bunch of other students assembled, joining in on Harry’s cause to learn defensive spells when Voldemort decides to attack.

this is where you met a girl named Luna Lovegood, a silent but interesting girl. you instantly befriended her and protected her with your life.

you obviously owl’ed your father about the whole ordeal, and he supported whole heartedly, reminding you of the Order.

you spent countless hours in the Room of Requirements, dodging Umbridge and her goons, and learning new spells everyday thanks to Harry.

this also gave you some time to spend with your boyfriend. Fred would always pull you aside during breaks just to snog you, and George hated the fact he was always the one to catch the two of you.

during the holidays, Arthur Weasley was attacked. you comforted Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny, feeling horrible about the whole ordeal.

Christmas was spent at the house of Black, and your father was excited. Remus had waited everyday to see you, worried that something had happened to you since Umbridge was practically taking over Hogwarts.

when everybody came back from the holidays, those in ‘Dumbledore’s Army’ quickly went back to work. this time, you all challenged the patronus charm.

when you did yours, it came out as a silver cat, reminding you of your fluffy feline, Coco. Fred’s and George’s patronus was a magpie, which kept circling around your patronus.

Ron had joked that your patronuses were flirting, and you blushed madly, earning a snicker from Fred and a wink from George.

unfortunately, Cho was under a truth serum from Umbridge, and accidentally ratted everybody out.

everybody was in deep trouble, and you felt betrayed by Cho, feeling sorry for her when you found out she was under a truth serum.

after this, Professor Dumbledore had basically ran off, escaping in style when the Minister had threatened to take him to Azakban.

this was the first time you seen Percy in years, and it felt like you didn’t even knew the man. when he looked at you — he didn’t look at you with the smile he always had, but the sheer disgust with anything dealing with Harry Potter.

‘Dumbledore’s Army’ was severely punished, everybody using the infamous quill that wrote into the back of your hand and scarred it for days.

you were scared to owl your father about everything at Hogwarts, so you kept quiet.

a few days before the younger years were due to take their OWLs, Fred and George had came up to you with their plan to end off their last year with a blast.

they also confided in you about their plan on opening up a joke shop called Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, and you were instantly on board with the whole ordeal.

and just as they said, the twins left off with a bang. setting off fireworks in the main hall where students were taking their OWLs, flying on their brooms. when they went outside, they officially announced their shop — Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

AFTER HOGWARTS.

after Hogwarts was even of a more mess than it was at Hogwarts. Voldemort and his death eaters were on the move, and you officially joined the order alongside the twins, now all being off age.

this is when you saw Fleur again, and realized her and Bill had fell in love. you teased them lightly and when you found out they were engaged, you were over the moon.

this is also where you met Tonks, your dad’s girlfriend. you were surprised, but glad to finally see your dad find happiness again.

when you had to watch your boyfriend turn into Harry when having to transfer to the Burrow, and when everybody set off, the death eaters were quick on your trail.

George had lost an ear, and you were worried sick for him. George is your best friend, and you held onto him for dear life as Fred rubbed your back.

thankfully, everything seemed to lighten up when it was time for Fleur’s and Bill’s wedding. you wore a beautiful dress, matching with Fred’s suit. just like the Yule Ball, the two of you danced the night away. that was until the death eaters crashed the night.

when Harry, Ron, and Hermonie set off to find the horcuxes, you were worried sick for him. Harry had always reminded you of the brother you never had, and him setting off on this dangerous journey had you thinking the wrong things.

when Ron came back after his and Harry’s fight, you and Fred immediately scolded him, and Ron was quick to return back to Harry and Hermonie.

the second wizarding word was intense. you never fought so hard before, defending everybody you lived against the one man who murdered the ones you loved. even though your body burned, you fought against it.

you fought alongside Fred and George. when a death eater got close to Fred, you were so close to using the Avada Kedava curse on the death eater, but chose against it.

your father and Tonks had fought bravely against the other death eaters, and you prayed silently that they would make it out alive.

but nothing stopped you from fighting.

even when Voldemort said that Harry was dead, you didn’t believe it. you didn’t believe that he would kill Harry, and your anger almost got the better of you.

when Harry finally defeated Voldemort, you were happy. slumping against Fred and George, smiling weakly as you held Luna and Ginny in your arms, who were worried that you were about to die.

4 months has passed since the war, and Fred had invited you to dinner to a fancy restaurant in London. that was when he popped the question, and you were overjoyed to say the least.

and as those 6 months passed as you and Fred were wedding planning, you can’t help but smile fondly growing older, becoming a young woman.

and Remus can’t help but feel himself tremble at the thought of his little girl growing up.

──── p r e s e n t ────

“dad?”

Remus was taken out of his thoughts as he heard the familiar voice that belonged to you. you smiled as you looked up at your father, holding your bouquet closer to your chest.

“are you ready?” you giggled, to which Remus scoffed, dramatically rolling his eyes. “i’m ready! it should be me asking you that!” the two of you share some giggles.

Arthur peaked from behind the two of you, giving you the thumbs up. it was almost time for you to walk down the aisle.

Remus looked at you, the unfamiliar feeling in his throat coming back again. you looked at your father, and kept blinking, trying to prevent the tears from coming down.

“my little girl,” he whimpered silently, causing you to frown. “dad, you can’t make me cry before the vows.” you mumbled, looping your arms through his, causing him to frown even more.

he felt fat, salty, wet tears fall down his cheek, his lips quivering. this was officially the 3rd time he cried, but he doesn’t care.

“you’re getting married,” his voice cracked. “you’re growing up so fast. i love you.” he mumbled, sniffling. you let out a weak laugh, blinking profusely to prevent the tears from ruining your makeup.

“i love you too, dad. always had, and always will.”

as the two of you walked down the aisle, Remus can’t help but bawl his eyes out, thankfully given an handkerchief by one of the guests at the very end of the aisle.

as he gave you off to Fred, everything dawned into him. you were growing up, getting married, and won’t be Y/N Lupin anymore.

you were, simply to say, slipping through his fingers.

But what else could you have done?

You had only been eighteen measly years old, after all, a babe in the grand scheme of things, suddenly thrust into reality as a dull blade might be through flesh and bone.

(Messily, and with a staggering amount of force).

Though, you certainly felt rather unlike the blade in that analogy, and far more so like the flesh...

Nevertheless, you'd persisted. Done what you'd had to in order to preserve your sanity and the livelihood of the man you'd loved.

Perhaps still did, not that it mattered.

Fred was long gone, you had made sure of it that night in the astronomy tower the evening before he and his brother, your once closest friend, had made their daring escape from the hell that had been Hogwarts at that time.

You'd shattered the poor boy's heart after three and a half years of love and adoration, all to preserve his dreams.

Shame you'd done all you could to ensure he'd never know it.

"Please love, I don't understand."

He'd plead, dexterous fingers running through mussed up ginger locks as he paced back and forth about the room you were both stood in.

You'd only just barely resisted the urge to say it was all a joke then, desperate to reach out and feel him one more time, to fix the hairs that had sprung up all about his head as a result of his restless ministrations.

But you hadn't. You couldn't.

Things would be better, you knew, if you just stayed away.

You'd retreated further out of his grasp to keep yourself from holding him not long after the urge had arose. The look in his eyes, pained and confused, was enough to tear your heart in two, though you supposed that it was thirds if you really thought about it.

You would miss George, after all. What was a girl to do without her best friend, especially in times such as these?

"I'm sorry, Fred."

You said resolutely, not feeling nearly as certain as you'd sounded in that moment.

"I just- I can't deal with the distance, nor the strain of it all. There's far too much for me to worry about here, I can't risk stretching myself too thin worrying to death over you and your brother."

That much was true, you supposed, though in the end he'd never really know the half of it. That you couldn't risk stretching yourself too thin because of just how much was about to change, and because it would mean harming another to do so.

You had far more than just yourself to think about now.

In response to your words, your boyfriend stared at you as if you'd grown a second head, beautiful brown eyes wide and teary as he pulled a shaking, uncertain breath in through his parted lips.

"This can't be happening."

He'd whispered, a humorless laugh leaving his mouth and echoing throughout the mostly empty space, nearly making you shudder.

"Merlin Y/n, just last night you were cracking jokes about me taking your surname instead of the other way around. We spoke of a home, domestic dinner parties, Godric, even names for our bloody children!"

He'd exclaimed, hands flying up into their air as you'd watched on sorrowfully, recalling the very conversations he was speaking of.

You'd certainly take his thoughts from them into consideration when you-

"Lords woman, you're wearing a promise ring! This isn't some summer fling you can just toss aside with no warning, we've a whole future planned together!"

He sounded near hysterical now, confusion melding with panic to rob him of reason even in the darkened halls of the astronomy tower, and you'd shuddered to think of what Umbridge would do if she found out the two of you were up there at such an hour.

It was hardly negligible to risk yourself harm anymore, you simply couldn't resolve to allow things to continue any further.

And so, you hadn't.

"Fred, I'm sorry."

You began, lower lip wobbling in a way you hoped he couldn't make out despite the feigned certainty present in your tone.

"But I've made up my mind. We're destined to take life on two very different paths, you and I, and I can't let myself pretend this makes sense for even another moment. I love you far too much to allow this to persist and risk hurting you further."

And with that, you were gone, leaving the love of your life behind to wonder what on earth had gone wrong.

You hadn't seen Fred since then, at least not as far as you were aware, avoiding every event he could possibly turn up at within reason...

Though, avoiding his family, that had proven to be a far more difficult task, particularly whilst you'd been attending Hogwarts with them after the twins had taken their leave, your relationship all but flown away with them.

It turned out though, that pregnancy was easy enough to hide as long as no one looked too close at your poorly maintained glamour charm.

Or, at least it had been for the first few weeks or so...

But then, much to your utter horror (and great surprise) you'd been informed that your darling ex boyfriend had been so kind as to leave you with not just one child to care for in his absence, but two.

It would seem that twins did indeed run in the family.

After that discovery, your glamour charms had taken a lot more effort, focus, and intention.

Graduation, you'd found, could not come soon enough.

And though you had "celebrated" alone, your notably small family wanting little to do with their soon to be teen parent of a daughter, it had felt like your first real victory since your decision to leave Fred had left a gaping hole in the center of your heart.

Perhaps it was possible to keep moving forward after all, if you could make it through several months of schooling at Hogwarts whilst pregnant with twins you would undoubtedly be raising on your own...

Though, truly, not even that could have prepared you for a moment such as this one, because far more than you had ever seen before, Molly Weasley was furious.

She was doing a good enough job of hiding it, but you'd long since learned the meaning of her flaring nostrils, darting gaze, and shifting fingertips, which busied themselves with her wand as casually as she could manage.

You reckoned you were rather lucky she hadn't hexed you yet, judging by how upset she looked.

And, reasonably, you supposed she had every right to be.

After all, it had only been three short years since you had broken her son's heart high up in the astronomy tower at that school you had once so happily called home, yet now you were standing in the same doctor's office waiting room together, one of you with a bruised ankle, and the other with a baby carriage in hand.

And as much as you wished it to be so, it seemed the universe had no intention of switching your positions. It was you with the stroller, and she with the injury, though you were certain you'd be obtaining one soon if the older woman standing before you didn't get the answers she was doubtless looking for.

"Y/n,"

She greeted far too sweetly, her eyebrow twitching ever so slightly below her hairline as her eyes swept over the blanket covered stroller parked in front of you,

"It's lovely to see you. How have you been?"

The question was meant to sound polite, you were sure of it, but the undertone was clear:

"I could have gone my entire life without seeing you again."

It resolved.

"And exactly who did you deem worthy enough to start a family with so soon after breaking Freddie's heart?"

It interrogated.

You scarcely managed to hold back a shudder in response, your smile nervous in spite of your best efforts.

Time had whittled away at your ability to hide how you were feeling, it seemed, since you had last needed to do so during your breakup with Fred.

What a shame, you really could have used that right about now.

"Mrs. Weasley."

You greeted, all but flinching when you nearly said her name instead purely out of habit.

You could scarcely remember the last time you'd had to call the woman by such a formal title, but you supposed you'd lost the right to address her differently the moment you'd thrown Fred's surname back in his face that night in the astronomy tower.

"I've been well. And you?"

Your response was far more submissive to the older woman's intimidation than you'd perhaps intended it to be, but even so, your persistent and undying respect for her won out in the end. It was strange, truly, to consider the woman you'd once very nearly called Mum an enemy.

Molly hummed dismissively in response to your words, brushing off your question with a wave of her hand,

"Oh I've been just the same as always, nothing much to speak of I'm afraid."

She sighed out with faux regret, fixing you with a look of marked interest as she continued,

"But you,"

She said eagerly,

"It would seem that you've been rather busy as of late."

At that, she gestured toward the stroller sat in front of you, and you blanched slightly at the idea of her getting a decent look at its contents.

Molly smiled once more, still far too politely for your comfort,

"Whose the little one, then?"

She coaxed, immediately forcing a short burst of nervous laughter from deep inside your chest.

Once you'd officially regained control of yourself though, you smiled just as politely as she (albeit with an apologetic edge) before replying.

"Little ones, I'm afraid."

You joked, never quite able to stop yourself from trying to make light of a stressful situation.

"Winnifred and Augustine, or, far more popularly, Winnie and August. They're-"

"Twins." Molly finished before you could even get the word out, her eyes widening slightly in surprise, "Yours?"

You nodded slowly, and the woman smiled ever so slightly for the first time since you'd come into view.

"Oh my, my condolences then." She teased, reaching forward to grasp at the blanket that concealed the precious cargo napping away within, doubtless tired after their long day full of bickering back and forth with one another.

She looked up at you then, seemingly unaware of the growing fear in your eyes as you suddenly realized what was about to happen.

"May I?"

She asked, though you could tell from the tone she took that it was far more of a formality than an actual question.

Such was the problem with older women, you'd found - They scarcely seem to bother actually asking your thoughts in regards to them seeing your children.

But this? This certainly could not persist, not if you hoped to-

Without pausing to hear an answer you knew she'd never had any intention of waiting for, Molly Weasley gently tugged at the fabric that had been draped across the front of the carriage, ignoring your nervous sputtering as you tried desperately to find the right words to say.

Unfortunately, they never came.

Forgotten, the blanket that had once hidden your beloved children away from the world fluttered to the ground, and Molly Weasley stared, stock still, at the sight before her.

There, blinking blearily up at the bright lights of the waiting room she was stood in, was a set of twins so familiar that it made her heart skip a beat inside her chest.

Soft ginger hair adorned both of their heads, and delicate freckles far too similar to those she had once threatened to kiss off the faces of her own children decorated their cheeks like stars doubtlessly chock full of constellations just waiting to be found.

But somehow, the feature that caused her the most pause was the eyes of the little ones sitting before her, deep brown and shining in the white overhead lighting of a doctor's office that suddenly felt far too cramped for the feelings she was struggling to maintain control over.

Those eyes bore a striking resemblance to her twins, and somehow even one in particular, one that she knew you were quite familiar with, as things went.

Her gaze darted back up to seek your own, and the moment she found it and saw the overwhelming guilt and fear there, she knew, and her breath caught briefly in her throat.

"Y/n dear,"

She spoke after a few moments of increasingly tense silence, the low chatter of the witches and wizards around you seemingly reduced to nothing as the sound of your own racing heartbeat drowned them out with ease.

Molly reached out to you then, slowly and gingerly, as if you were some wild animal she feared might dart away at any moment.

And truth be told, you very nearly felt like one too, especially as the following question left your almost former mother in law's lips,

"What is their surname?"

And immediately, you shook your head, far too overwhelmed with the situation at hand to handle any of it properly.

Years and years of fleeing in fear of this exact moment had done you no favors in preparing for it, and your shaking hands and tear filled eyes betrayed that fact with an embarrassing level of evidence.

"Oh Molly,"

You begged softly, using the woman's given name for the first time in years,

"Please don't ask me that. I promise you don't want me to say-"

"Winnifred and Augustine Weasley?"

A nurse called out hesitantly to the sea of patients located in the waiting room, her eyes trained briefly on the clipboard in front of her as if to double check her words before she looked back up curiously, gaze sweeping back and forth throughout the space, seeking out the two toddlers scheduled with Dr. Hathaway for the 2:00pm slot.

You felt your heart constrict painfully inside your chest as Molly's hand flew to her mouth, her once so certain fingers trembling as the truth of the matter washed over her like a freezing winter squall.

And, ever the coward when it came to family matters such as this, you were quick to clear your throat, doing your best to hide your red rimmed eyes and tear tracked cheeks before waving your hand slightly to the nurse who was still looking anxiously about the waiting area.

"They're just here. Apologies for the delay, I must have misheard you."

“You’re charismatic and super handsome.” You sighed, you should quit talking now and cut this conversation short.

“And I just really like you Fred…I’m in love with you.” You scoffed in disbelief at yourself, by the time you were able to finally look at him, the smile had ranaway from his face. 

He said your name softly, pitfully. You both knew what was coming next.

“Look, I like you too. You’re a really great friend, you’re brilliant even.” He began, your gaze fell to the floor. 

You felt like an idiot, you felt humiliated.

You’ve been pining after him for so long, and now it feels like a moment of confidence has just ruined it all. You wanted to do so many things at this moment, you wanted to run, you wanted to kiss him, you wanted to slap yourself, you wanted to burst into tears.

Fred bit down on his bottom lip as his brows knit together, he was searching for the words.

“You’re talented and smart. And it’s kind of you to think of me like that, but...” He let out an awkward sigh, it felt like the ground was crumbling beneath your feet. 

 "I'm sorry, I just..I don't see you that way. I can’t say that I feel the same.” He gave you a tucked in smile.

A small, barely audible “oh” escaped past your lips. You nodded and tried to blink away the tears that were building up in your eyes.

It was quiet. So quiet and the look of sympathy on his face only made you feel worse.

“Well, uh, I better get going.” Your voice wavered, you tried your best to collect yourself. “I’ve got some papers to finish.” You sniffled and pushed past Fred, your steps speeding up as you walked down the corridor.

Fred called out your name once more, causing you to stop, you took a deep breath before you turned to face him.

“I really am. Sorry. I didn’t mean to lead you on.”

“No, it’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have misinterpreted our friendship.” You gave a weak smile through watery eyes, turning away and continuing down the corridor.

Fred stood there, rubbing the back of his neck in guilt as he watched you quickly escape. George came out of his hiding spot from behind one of the stone pillars, giving his brother a rough pat on the back.

“Congrats mate, you’ve broken her heart.”

But what else could you have done?

You had only been eighteen measly years old, after all, a babe in the grand scheme of things, suddenly thrust into reality as a dull blade might be through flesh and bone.

(Messily, and with a staggering amount of force).

Though, you certainly felt rather unlike the blade in that analogy, and far more so like the flesh...

Nevertheless, you'd persisted. Done what you'd had to in order to preserve your sanity and the livelihood of the man you'd loved.

Perhaps still did, not that it mattered.

Fred was long gone, you had made sure of it that night in the astronomy tower the evening before he and his brother, your once closest friend, had made their daring escape from the hell that had been Hogwarts at that time.

You'd shattered the poor boy's heart after three and a half years of love and adoration, all to preserve his dreams.

Shame you'd done all you could to ensure he'd never know it.

"Please love, I don't understand."

He'd plead, dexterous fingers running through mussed up ginger locks as he paced back and forth about the room you were both stood in.

You'd only just barely resisted the urge to say it was all a joke then, desperate to reach out and feel him one more time, to fix the hairs that had sprung up all about his head as a result of his restless ministrations.

But you hadn't. You couldn't.

Things would be better, you knew, if you just stayed away.

You'd retreated further out of his grasp to keep yourself from holding him not long after the urge had arose. The look in his eyes, pained and confused, was enough to tear your heart in two, though you supposed that it was thirds if you really thought about it.

You would miss George, after all. What was a girl to do without her best friend, especially in times such as these?

"I'm sorry, Fred."

You said resolutely, not feeling nearly as certain as you'd sounded in that moment.

"I just- I can't deal with the distance, nor the strain of it all. There's far too much for me to worry about here, I can't risk stretching myself too thin worrying to death over you and your brother."

That much was true, you supposed, though in the end he'd never really know the half of it. That you couldn't risk stretching yourself too thin because of just how much was about to change, and because it would mean harming another to do so.

You had far more than just yourself to think about now.

In response to your words, your boyfriend stared at you as if you'd grown a second head, beautiful brown eyes wide and teary as he pulled a shaking, uncertain breath in through his parted lips.

"This can't be happening."

He'd whispered, a humorless laugh leaving his mouth and echoing throughout the mostly empty space, nearly making you shudder.

"Merlin Y/n, just last night you were cracking jokes about me taking your surname instead of the other way around. We spoke of a home, domestic dinner parties, Godric, even names for our bloody children!"

He'd exclaimed, hands flying up into their air as you'd watched on sorrowfully, recalling the very conversations he was speaking of.

You'd certainly take his thoughts from them into consideration when you-

"Lords woman, you're wearing a promise ring! This isn't some summer fling you can just toss aside with no warning, we've a whole future planned together!"

He sounded near hysterical now, confusion melding with panic to rob him of reason even in the darkened halls of the astronomy tower, and you'd shuddered to think of what Umbridge would do if she found out the two of you were up there at such an hour.

It was hardly negligible to risk yourself harm anymore, you simply couldn't resolve to allow things to continue any further.

And so, you hadn't.

"Fred, I'm sorry."

You began, lower lip wobbling in a way you hoped he couldn't make out despite the feigned certainty present in your tone.

"But I've made up my mind. We're destined to take life on two very different paths, you and I, and I can't let myself pretend this makes sense for even another moment. I love you far too much to allow this to persist and risk hurting you further."

And with that, you were gone, leaving the love of your life behind to wonder what on earth had gone wrong.

You hadn't seen Fred since then, at least not as far as you were aware, avoiding every event he could possibly turn up at within reason...

Though, avoiding his family, that had proven to be a far more difficult task, particularly whilst you'd been attending Hogwarts with them after the twins had taken their leave, your relationship all but flown away with them.

It turned out though, that pregnancy was easy enough to hide as long as no one looked too close at your poorly maintained glamour charm.

Or, at least it had been for the first few weeks or so...

But then, much to your utter horror (and great surprise) you'd been informed that your darling ex boyfriend had been so kind as to leave you with not just one child to care for in his absence, but two.

It would seem that twins did indeed run in the family.

After that discovery, your glamour charms had taken a lot more effort, focus, and intention.

Graduation, you'd found, could not come soon enough.

And though you had "celebrated" alone, your notably small family wanting little to do with their soon to be teen parent of a daughter, it had felt like your first real victory since your decision to leave Fred had left a gaping hole in the center of your heart.

Perhaps it was possible to keep moving forward after all, if you could make it through several months of schooling at Hogwarts whilst pregnant with twins you would undoubtedly be raising on your own...

Though, truly, not even that could have prepared you for a moment such as this one, because far more than you had ever seen before, Molly Weasley was furious.

She was doing a good enough job of hiding it, but you'd long since learned the meaning of her flaring nostrils, darting gaze, and shifting fingertips, which busied themselves with her wand as casually as she could manage.

You reckoned you were rather lucky she hadn't hexed you yet, judging by how upset she looked.

And, reasonably, you supposed she had every right to be.

After all, it had only been three short years since you had broken her son's heart high up in the astronomy tower at that school you had once so happily called home, yet now you were standing in the same doctor's office waiting room together, one of you with a bruised ankle, and the other with a baby carriage in hand.

And as much as you wished it to be so, it seemed the universe had no intention of switching your positions. It was you with the stroller, and she with the injury, though you were certain you'd be obtaining one soon if the older woman standing before you didn't get the answers she was doubtless looking for.

"Y/n,"

She greeted far too sweetly, her eyebrow twitching ever so slightly below her hairline as her eyes swept over the blanket covered stroller parked in front of you,

"It's lovely to see you. How have you been?"

The question was meant to sound polite, you were sure of it, but the undertone was clear:

"I could have gone my entire life without seeing you again."

It resolved.

"And exactly who did you deem worthy enough to start a family with so soon after breaking Freddie's heart?"

It interrogated.

You scarcely managed to hold back a shudder in response, your smile nervous in spite of your best efforts.

Time had whittled away at your ability to hide how you were feeling, it seemed, since you had last needed to do so during your breakup with Fred.

What a shame, you really could have used that right about now.

"Mrs. Weasley."

You greeted, all but flinching when you nearly said her name instead purely out of habit.

You could scarcely remember the last time you'd had to call the woman by such a formal title, but you supposed you'd lost the right to address her differently the moment you'd thrown Fred's surname back in his face that night in the astronomy tower.

"I've been well. And you?"

Your response was far more submissive to the older woman's intimidation than you'd perhaps intended it to be, but even so, your persistent and undying respect for her won out in the end. It was strange, truly, to consider the woman you'd once very nearly called Mum an enemy.

Molly hummed dismissively in response to your words, brushing off your question with a wave of her hand,

"Oh I've been just the same as always, nothing much to speak of I'm afraid."

She sighed out with faux regret, fixing you with a look of marked interest as she continued,

"But you,"

She said eagerly,

"It would seem that you've been rather busy as of late."

At that, she gestured toward the stroller sat in front of you, and you blanched slightly at the idea of her getting a decent look at its contents.

Molly smiled once more, still far too politely for your comfort,

"Whose the little one, then?"

She coaxed, immediately forcing a short burst of nervous laughter from deep inside your chest.

Once you'd officially regained control of yourself though, you smiled just as politely as she (albeit with an apologetic edge) before replying.

"Little ones, I'm afraid."

You joked, never quite able to stop yourself from trying to make light of a stressful situation.

"Winnifred and Augustine, or, far more popularly, Winnie and August. They're-"

"Twins." Molly finished before you could even get the word out, her eyes widening slightly in surprise, "Yours?"

You nodded slowly, and the woman smiled ever so slightly for the first time since you'd come into view.

"Oh my, my condolences then." She teased, reaching forward to grasp at the blanket that concealed the precious cargo napping away within, doubtless tired after their long day full of bickering back and forth with one another.

She looked up at you then, seemingly unaware of the growing fear in your eyes as you suddenly realized what was about to happen.

"May I?"

She asked, though you could tell from the tone she took that it was far more of a formality than an actual question.

Such was the problem with older women, you'd found - They scarcely seem to bother actually asking your thoughts in regards to them seeing your children.

But this? This certainly could not persist, not if you hoped to-

Without pausing to hear an answer you knew she'd never had any intention of waiting for, Molly Weasley gently tugged at the fabric that had been draped across the front of the carriage, ignoring your nervous sputtering as you tried desperately to find the right words to say.

Unfortunately, they never came.

Forgotten, the blanket that had once hidden your beloved children away from the world fluttered to the ground, and Molly Weasley stared, stock still, at the sight before her.

There, blinking blearily up at the bright lights of the waiting room she was stood in, was a set of twins so familiar that it made her heart skip a beat inside her chest.

Soft ginger hair adorned both of their heads, and delicate freckles far too similar to those she had once threatened to kiss off the faces of her own children decorated their cheeks like stars doubtlessly chock full of constellations just waiting to be found.

But somehow, the feature that caused her the most pause was the eyes of the little ones sitting before her, deep brown and shining in the white overhead lighting of a doctor's office that suddenly felt far too cramped for the feelings she was struggling to maintain control over.

Those eyes bore a striking resemblance to her twins, and somehow even one in particular, one that she knew you were quite familiar with, as things went.

Her gaze darted back up to seek your own, and the moment she found it and saw the overwhelming guilt and fear there, she knew, and her breath caught briefly in her throat.

"Y/n dear,"

She spoke after a few moments of increasingly tense silence, the low chatter of the witches and wizards around you seemingly reduced to nothing as the sound of your own racing heartbeat drowned them out with ease.

Molly reached out to you then, slowly and gingerly, as if you were some wild animal she feared might dart away at any moment.

And truth be told, you very nearly felt like one too, especially as the following question left your almost former mother in law's lips,

"What is their surname?"

And immediately, you shook your head, far too overwhelmed with the situation at hand to handle any of it properly.

Years and years of fleeing in fear of this exact moment had done you no favors in preparing for it, and your shaking hands and tear filled eyes betrayed that fact with an embarrassing level of evidence.

"Oh Molly,"

You begged softly, using the woman's given name for the first time in years,

"Please don't ask me that. I promise you don't want me to say-"

"Winnifred and Augustine Weasley?"

A nurse called out hesitantly to the sea of patients located in the waiting room, her eyes trained briefly on the clipboard in front of her as if to double check her words before she looked back up curiously, gaze sweeping back and forth throughout the space, seeking out the two toddlers scheduled with Dr. Hathaway for the 2:00pm slot.

You felt your heart constrict painfully inside your chest as Molly's hand flew to her mouth, her once so certain fingers trembling as the truth of the matter washed over her like a freezing winter squall.

And, ever the coward when it came to family matters such as this, you were quick to clear your throat, doing your best to hide your red rimmed eyes and tear tracked cheeks before waving your hand slightly to the nurse who was still looking anxiously about the waiting area.

"They're just here. Apologies for the delay, I must have misheard you."

You look around with wide eyes, imagining all the magical pots dropping to the floor and spoons stopping their stirring, Molly walking in and wondering how you were so incompetent that you would never be able to cook and therefore would be a horrible wife to her son.

You’re only snapped out of your reverie by a flash of light in your eyes, and you tumble back to your current environment— all the dishes are still floating, the spoons were still moving, and Fred was staring at you with a giant grin on his face.

“Hi Freddie!” You light up at the sight of your boyfriend, but don’t allow his attempt at hugging you, too focused on not disappointing your (hopefully) future mother-in-law.

“They’re not gonna stop working unless mom makes them, these things are always going.”

But you refuse to budge, and Molly walks in to see you holding your boyfriend away with one hand on his chest while you continue trying to stir with the other.

She lets out a laugh, telling Fred to leave you alone and go wash up before dinner.

“One kiss? Pleaseeee?” He gives you puppy eyes, and your face goes bright red.

“Not in front of your parents!” You hiss, but he steals a one anyway before running up the stairs and out of the way of the punch you tried to throw at him.

Molly pretends not to have seen, and you let your face cool down before asking what she wants you to do next.

Fifteen minutes later you’re sat at the large table, sandwiched between the twins while Ron talks to you from across the table.

“It was pretty fun, and we all got muggle souvenirs afterward, can you explain to me what this is?” He asks, holding up a PEZ dispenser with a cartoon character head on top.

You laugh, explaining how to get the candy out and watching as a few of the Weasley’s around the table stop to watch, Aurthur positively beaming at the discovery.

“Take a bite before dad can ask you something,” Fred whispers urgently in your ear, and you go to say something back but see Aurthur open his mouth on the other side of the table and you quickly scoop as much pasta into your mouth as you can fit.

You hear Fred laugh at you, and you turn to give him a glare; although it’s less scary due to the copious amounts of noodle hanging out of your mouth.

A flash once again momentarily blinds you, and you finally realize what it is when you see the small Polaroid camera in your boyfriend’s hand.

You go to yell at him, but still have pasta in your mouth so you settle for an angry groan and another smack to his arm.

You watch in horror as a piece of film comes out of the camera, which your boyfriend takes gingerly and looks at expectantly as it develops.

You finally manage to swallow your large bite, and you snatch the photo from his grasp, immediately being greeted by your own face, round with food in your cheeks and wide eyes while strands of pasta hang down your chin and sauce sits on the corners of your mouth.

“Freddie,” you groan in annoyance, but he just takes the photo back from your hands and looks at it proudly.

“It’s a lovely representation of you, darling.”

“It is not!!”

George is laughing too, and you turn back to your plate, trying not to think about the fact that your boyfriend now has two horrible pictures of you for keepsakes.

You try to help clean up after dinner, but Molly insists that someone else does it since you helped cook, so you head upstairs to your boyfriend’s room while Ron and Ginny grumble.

“Evening, love,” Fred greets as you enter the twins’ room.

“Y/n,” George greets as well, tipping his nonexistent hat to you before turning his back to you so he can start a letter to Angelina.

Your boyfriend uses the opportunity to wrap his arms around you, trapping you in his embrace and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I missed you today.” He mumbles into your hair.

“It wasn’t even a full day,” you laugh, the sound muffled by his chest.

He scoffs, sitting down on his bed and pulling you onto his lap.

“So what, I’m not allowed to miss my girl?”

You feel your cheeks warming at the claim of being his, and you give him a teasing smile, “well when you say it like that..”

Before you can even move there’s another flash and you immediately groan, burying your head into the crook of your boyfriend’s neck.

“I’m really starting to resent your dad for getting you that.”

You feel his shoulders shake with laughter, but all he says is “I think it’s my second favorite possession.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, pulling back so he can see it.

“Second favorite?”

“Yep. After these pictures.” He grins, now holding up all three photos he’s taken of you since being home.

“Why can’t you just take pictures like a normal person?” You ask, looking at the two new photos, the one from earlier of you with a wooden spoon in your hand and eyes looking around while bowls float around your head, and the newest one of you sat on Fred’s legs with pink cheeks and a grin on your face.

“Normal people don’t get to keep your happy face in their pockets though, now do they?”

You watch as he puts the photos back, and you melt at the thought of your boyfriend wanting to document your joy to keep as his own.

“I’m always wearing my happy face when I’m around you, Freddie.”

He grins (ignoring George’s gagging) and pulls you down onto his bed, smothering you in kisses until he can no longer keep himself up and your face is brighter than his hair.

“Guess I’ll have to get more film then.”

And he does.

In fact, by the time you get back to Hogwarts from the holidays he’s got a whole wall of polaroids .

You in his Christmas sweater with a proud smile on your face and an F across your chest, you being squeezed by his mother in the worlds tightest hug, you on a broom in his backyard and a quaffle in your arms, you asleep on his bed, even one of you puckering up as if to give the camera a kiss.