Pairing: Fred Weasley x Potter!OC
Summary: In a world where Harry has a sister...
a/n: Ahhh, I'm so excited! This is my first story post, and I hope you enjoy the start of a series.
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This was the second Halloween a particular little family in Godric Hallows would participate in. Two young parents were eager to dress up their children to make the best of their situation. A little boy with jet-black hair and a little girl with copper red.
“Oh, James, just look at them! They are just too cute!” exclaimed the woman with a grin.
“I don’t know, Lily. Sirius will have a fit when he finds out we dressed up Lia as a cat. You know what he’s going to say, ‘A cat, you dress up the poor child as a cat instead of, I don’t know, a dog? You know as her favorite uncle.”
The woman just shook her head, letting out a light-hearted scoff, paying no attention to her husband's little act, focusing on the children in front of her, “I wouldn’t say that little Lia’s favorite uncle is Padfoot. Moony seems like he can give Sirius a run for his money. Isn’t that right, Camellia? You love Uncle Moony?”
As if to answer her mother’s question, the little girl squealed and clapped her hands in amusement. She looked back up at her husband with a triumphant smirk.
“Do you want to bet on it, Potter?” He looked back at his daughter and his wife, a smirk of his forming.
“You forget, Lily flower, that you are a Potter too, for better or worse.” She got up from the floor to kiss her husband before saying, “Look at you, being right for the first time.”
“Oh, you are a cheeky bugger, aren’t you?” Pulling his wife into a loving kiss.
As if, on cue, both kids decided now would be the perfect time to start babbling, just cause the adults to pull away from each other. The parents admired their children, small and innocent, with no knowledge of what was happening, no knowledge of the war, nothing. Just two babies dressed up for the occasion, conversing little with their gurgles, babbles, and laughter. The young parents held each other with bittersweet smiles on their faces.
“Well,” breathed out James, “How about we whip up some dinner while we wait for the others to arrive?” Looking at Lily, he watched as she shook her head with a slight amusement reaching her eyes.
“You, cooking? Certainly not, especially not after you try to burn the house down.” Offended by such an accusation, James put a hand over his heart as if he were wounded.
“My wife, the mother of my two beautiful children, accusing me of burning the house down. At least I didn’t start the fire of the cookie incident; that was Sirius, and you know it!” He countered.
“Whatever you say, love, whatever you say.”
With dinner on the stove, the hours are ticking by. “When do you think the lot will drop by?” James wondered, looking at the clock and his wife.
“I am not quite sure. Sirius said that he would be dropping by around seven before the kids are put to sleep, but it is already half past seven.” She responded, biting her lip. She ask quietly, “Do you think he ran into trouble?”
“I don’t think so, but you know Sirius might be running late with the costume he had planned for the kids.” James tried to reassure his wife. Turning to the two children on the floor blabbing to each other hearing a slight distinction of their words, mixtures of 'pa-foo' and 'ooony'. Lily looked at the pair with hinted sadness before turning back to her husband with his eyes on the children.
“I wish things could have been different, James. I wish that we don’t have to hide, to be afraid. They don’t understand the weight of their lives. They’re just children.” She said with a slight exasperation.
James Potter knew this feeling, and he felt it when he woke up and looked at himself in the mirror and at Lily when he looked at his children. The surface never left. It sat in his stomach and would make way to strangle his throat. He felt that it was his fault in the situation that they were in. He thought that he was the one to blame.
“I know love, but best that they don’t know and better that they can be kids. They are too young to know, but let’s hope that war ends soon. If so, they would never have to know and live their little lives peacefully.” He responded hopefully to reassure his wife and calm her down.
“ We can hope,” Lily stated, more so to reassure herself more than anything.
The thing about hope is that it can do so much. A light aimed to fill the darkness and provide the little warmth needed to feel its comfort. This little family had hope, but the world, the war, their enemies, and many other factors used this hope as a beacon to hunt them down.
On October 31, 1981, tragedy fell upon a small family in Godric Hollows. The parents of a pair of twins were murdered in hopes of saving their children. Their efforts, however, were not in vain as the cries of two children, a boy and a girl, no older than a year old were heard. Harry James Potter and Camila Marlene Potter were left orphaned. Hope seemed lost to some, but for others, the rumors of Lord Voldemort’s downfall made it seem that the war was over.
Little did they know it was just the beginning.
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