William A. Weasley

Bill and Fleur

Hozier - De Selby (Part 2)

Bill Weasley hc

Bill is actually a baby when it comes to tattoos he has the least out of his siblings but he has one for fleur each of his children and the matching sibling tat

He adores all his siblings and sometimes got jealous of Percy because he felt they went to Percy more for help

He was homesick when he was in Egypt but didn’t want to come home because he didn’t want to set a bad example for Charlie knowing charlie was already committed to the Romania dragon reserve

His first few years in Egypt he partied and explored a lot ;)

He’s 100% a pansexual king

When he came home to be with his family to assist the order it was easy fred and George always asked him how he was doing and they didn’t believe he was fine giving his cool adventures in Egypt up but he truly was he always knew he would return home

Fleur fell first , he fell harder (so did she)

He was alcohol dependent from his time in Egypt fleur pointed it out and helped him ease up on it all he went through his werewolf attack SOBER

Ginny painted his nails when she was 4 and he fell in love with having painted nails

George would go to bill for advice the most and Ginny his little g babies

Bill never had lots of friends it rarely bothered him

Well he used to not have a lot of friends his siblings spouses (Oliver , Lee , Angelina, Hermione, Harry ) all became some of his closest friends

He’s very family oriented

Regrets not standing up for fleur to his mum when he had his daughters it really sunk in

He is a mummy’s boy he grew distant from Molly after her disapproval of fleur but once they made up fully and began building a relationship when Victoria was two then he began calling his mum daily again

Insanely smart can catch onto things easy

He has a photographic memory him not having to try made Percy angry they got close once they were older once both of them grew out of their jealousy

His favorite color is pink

The best girl dad ever!

An amazing dad period

He got fleur a necklace or ring with the girls and Louise birthstones he would give it to her right after she had the kids

Cut his hair once because Dominque wanted to cut it Victoria Dominque and Louise cried when they were done cause who the fuck is that man that’s not their dad where’s his hair

He was still hot

The rest the family thought he was going through a midlife crisis but he was just being a cool dad

Dominque wanted to color her hair fleur said no but bill wanted his kids to be able to express themselves how they want so they compromises and she got colorful extensions and could use permanent die at 15

Was close with all his kids but Dominque was his side kick

He and Louise would lay in bed and play Minecraft

Louise got him on fortnight one night Hugo got Ron to play the four of them teamed up Hugo and Louise learned a bunch of new words that were sure to give their nan a heart attack if she knew where they learned them

Became a member of the Hogwarts board so he could advocate for all students not just those parents who wanted their kid to get what they wanted

Gentle parenting style 100%

Broke his leg at Victorias 6th birthday on a blow up obstacle course racing Fred

Charlie carried him out and he had ripped his tight pants as well

Fluent in French

Got a second home in France was a cottage they would spend time their it was only fair

Biggest pet peeve is when people comment on anyone’s body

Wouldn’t let anyone point a pimple out on his children Nieces or nephews when he was around he did not care no one was going to make his babies insecure

His nieces and nephews used to be intimidated by him when they were young

Once they were teens he became the cool uncle behind Charlie everyone always thought Charlie was cool

Big fan of musical movies and kids movies

Sing 2 yeah that’s that man’s favorite his kids laugh since they are all grown up but he don’t care

Late night snacks with the kids never has a problem sneaking to the car with his kids to go get McDonald’s or treats from the store

INTROVERT

Loves all music knows how to play multiple instruments

He can SING

Bill knew that it wasn’t a question of ‘if’ but ‘when’ one or both girls would get up in the middle of the night and find themselves in their parents’ bedroom. Nightmares were a common occurrence in their household, particularly for Dominique. He wasn’t sure why their youngest was so prone to nightmares, but, Bill was actively trying to instill in his daughter the tools to either overcome them or tolerate them. She was still too young to understand that, although very unpleasant, her dreams couldn’t hurt her. So she’d inevitably make her way into her parents’ room and wish to climb into bed with them.

“I know,” he took her hand, offering her support as he aided in lifting her up off the sofa. He knew that this pregnancy was rough on Fleur. This child was most certainly a Weasley based on all the trouble they were causing her, even before their birth. His mother hadn’t had such a difficult pregnancy before. Not once in the seven times she’d been pregnant had she had it as bad as Fleur. Even her medi-witch was at a loss as to why Fleur seemed to have such a rough go of it. She dismissed it as her Veela genetics, but, even that couldn’t be proven. It was just an assumption based on people’s limited knowledge of the part-Veela, part-human condition. Bill was more than happy to have this be their last pregnancy. He was perfectly content with their two, almost three, children. As far as he was concerned, they’d completed their family.

He rolled his eyes when she mentioned the two kittens who had moved into the shed. The girls had found the two kittens roaming on the beach: malnourished and in desperate need of sanctuary. They brought them into the shed, fitted them with an old blanket and a bowl of milk, and that’s where the cats had stayed the past few days. He knew that if they didn’t agree to the adoption, both girls would probably throw a fit. It was almost easier to allow them to bring the two kittens into their household, “I think that’s a discussion to be had in the morning,” he suggested as he helped Fleur ascend the staircase leading up to the second floor.

“Je sais,” Fleur muttered knowing they had not heard the last of the debate on their kittens stowed away in the shed. It wasn’t that she wasn’t a cat person, in a way they were easier than a dog and the girls could take them to school with them, but it was a pet thing Fleur supposed. Animals did nothing but dirty a house and require constant care and cleaning up after. With two kids and soon to be a third, they did not need the additional work. Yet, Fleur also knew that they seldom told their girls no, so soon they would have even more occupants in their tiny home.

Thankfully, their house was not that big which mean the walk up to their bedroom was not long nor too difficult. “Lets just go to sleep.” Tonight she did not want to stay up and stare out at the stars glistening over the water, fuss over details of what they needed to do or not do for the nursery. Tonight she wanted to rest and worry about everything in the morning. The girls surely would be pestering them soon enough.

The nursery had been used as a storage space for a random collection of their things. When Dominique outgrew it, it seemed such a waste to have a room just sit empty so Bill moved several boxes into it so they were no longer in the way. Now that they were expecting a third child, the boxes needed to be moved elsewhere and the walls needed a fresh coat of paint. Bill preferred to do all this the muggle way. It felt more personal to ready the nursery with his own two hands as opposed to using magic. Besides, this child was going to be their last baby. Bill wanted to savor every moment of Fleur’s, unfortunately laborious, pregnancy.

Fleur didn’t need to voice her exhaustion for Bill to see it. When he helped to lower her body against the bed, he prepared to help her dress down into her nightgown, but, it appeared as if she wasn’t interested in doing such a thing and was perfectly content with falling asleep in the clothes she had worn all day. Which were really just sweatpants and a t-shirt. He assisted in removing her shoes before he reached for the quilt at the edge of the bed and draped it over her body.

It was getting late, and their two girls appeared to be defying their bedtime routine. Molly had spent the evening after dinner dispensing sweets to her grandchildren, very much against their parents’ wishes do to the high sugar content. Bill had foreseen this scenario before they returned home. Both girls were full of energy and running around in their nighties. He was sitting downstairs with Fleur, reading (or at least trying to read) the Daily Prophet in his big, leather armchair nearest the fireplace. He hoped that the girls would tire themselves out and carry themselves to bed willingly but, as the minutes passed, Bill was starting to lose hope. He continued to hear the pitter patter of their little feet and the last thing he wanted to do was get angry at his two children.

When Fleur requested that he wrangle them in, Bill nodded his head, folded up the Daily Prophet in his lap, and pushed himself out of the comfort of his chair, “Girls! C’mon, now! It’s bedtime!” He called up to them as he left the living room and ascended the stairs.

He found Victoire and Dominique chasing each other across the hallway, dodging each other and giggling and carrying on as if it were the middle of the afternoon. He scooped up Dominique by the waist and carried her under his arm while he reached for Victoire’s hand.

Bill wound up escorting them back to their shared bedroom. He lifted Dominique onto her bed and guided Victoire over to her’s across the room.

“Papa! Papa! Bedtime story!” Dominique demanded but, it was too late for that. He wanted to get the girls into bed as soon as possible so he could help Fleur into theirs. He knew that she was struggling, physically and emotionally, with this new pregnancy and she needed his support.

“Not tonight, Sweetie. It’s time to sleep,” he pulled the covers of Victoire’s bed back and tucked her in. Next was Dominique, who seemed to be exhibiting more energy than her big sister. He tucked her in and pressed and affectionate kiss to her forehead, “We’ll see you in the morning,” he promised them before he made his way towards the door and doused the light, blanketing the room in darkness. When it became clear that they were finally settling in, he pulled the door closed behind him and descended the staircase back to his pregnant wife.

“Do you need help getting ready for bed?” He asked Fleur when he returned to the living room. He leaned some of his weight against the back of the sofa, waiting for her to hand him his duties for the rest of the night.

Fleur listened to the chaos upstairs hoping that it would abate rather quickly, however, she knew her girls. There were days when the pair of them would settle down and go right to sleep and others they would be up in twenty minutes clamoring for more attention and adventure. Normally, she would not mind them having their adventures, they were only young once, but tonight would not be one of those nights.

“I need help with everything,” Fleur muttered as she extended her hand out to her husband. It was still pretty early in her pregnancy and she already felt worn out, tired, and ready for it to be over. It was certainly going to be the last time she did this. She loved all three of their children but she did not want any more. Three was enough regardless of what Molly Weasley said. 

“I know,” he took her hand, offering her support as he aided in lifting her up off the sofa. He knew that this pregnancy was rough on Fleur. This child was most certainly a Weasley based on all the trouble they were causing her, even before their birth. His mother hadn’t had such a difficult pregnancy before. Not once in the seven times she’d been pregnant had she had it as bad as Fleur. Even her medi-witch was at a loss as to why Fleur seemed to have such a rough go of it. She dismissed it as her Veela genetics, but, even that couldn’t be proven. It was just an assumption based on people’s limited knowledge of the part-Veela, part-human condition. Bill was more than happy to have this be their last pregnancy. He was perfectly content with their two, almost three, children. As far as he was concerned, they’d completed their family.

“Ne me fais pas te dire deux fois,” Fleur shouted upstairs knowing that she would, in fact, have to tell her girls a handful of more times to get ready for bed. It did not matter that they had spent the last week on vacation or most of the day playing with their cousins and were exhausted. Part of the normal routine lately was the struggle to get both girls into bed at a reasonable time. School was starting soon and they needed to get back in the habit of having a normal routine at a normal time.

“Victoire, Dominique…” Fleur shouted up the stairs hearing the patter of feet back and forth on the dated wooden planks. Each step echoing in her head causing her head to throb more than it already was. The girls were not the only ones who needed an early bedtime. Whoever said the second trimester was easier certainly had no idea what they were talking about. At least, not in regards with this pregnancy. Sixteen weeks in and she felt worse than she had the first trimester.

When Fleur requested that he wrangle them in, Bill nodded his head, folded up the Daily Prophet in his lap, and pushed himself out of the comfort of his chair, “Girls! C’mon, now! It’s bedtime!” He called up to them as he left the living room and ascended the stairs.

He found Victoire and Dominique chasing each other across the hallway, dodging each other and giggling and carrying on as if it were the middle of the afternoon. He scooped up Dominique by the waist and carried her under his arm while he reached for Victoire’s hand.

Bill wound up escorting them back to their shared bedroom. He lifted Dominique onto her bed and guided Victoire over to her’s across the room.

“Papa! Papa! Bedtime story!” Dominique demanded but, it was too late for that. He wanted to get the girls into bed as soon as possible so he could help Fleur into theirs. He knew that she was struggling, physically and emotionally, with this new pregnancy and she needed his support.

“Not tonight, Sweetie. It’s time to sleep,” he pulled the covers of Victoire’s bed back and tucked her in. Next was Dominique, who seemed to be exhibiting more energy than her big sister. He tucked her in and pressed and affectionate kiss to her forehead, “We’ll see you in the morning,” he promised them before he made his way towards the door and doused the light, blanketing the room in darkness. When it became clear that they were finally settling in, he pulled the door closed behind him and descended the staircase back to his pregnant wife.

Yes!

Fleur

After the war, everyone is grieving for their losses

Molly especially is hurting from losing Fred, it’s bringing up memories of her younger brothers, who she never took the time to fully grieve for

Percy is back home after leaving the Ministry, Charlie is home for the summer, Ginny is home before her finally year of school, Harry is staying with them as he’s part of the family (and none of the Weasleys will allow him to leave), Ron and Hermione are in Australia, and George can barely get out of his childhood bedroom

Bill and Fleur come around often together, but Fleur comes around more on her own

She’s keeping the house functioning while Molly is grieving, doing all the things no one thinks about

Charlie helps her with the chickens and Percy is taking care of the vegetable patch and Harry keeps the gnomes out of the garden

Ginny helps a little in the kitchen, but Fleur/Charlie/Percy are doing most of the cooking

Fleur and Ginny are starting to build a relationship over shared glasses of wine and stories of their childhoods

Charlie and Percy get to actually know their new sister in this time and build a friendship

(Percy and Fleur grow close this summer despite Bill’s annoyance)

At the end of August, around Percy’s birthday, they have a big party, a sort of celebration of the end of the summer and also Percy coming back to the family and the joke shop reopening under Percy’s care, Ron and Hermione coming home, and also Ginny’s seventeenth birthday too

Molly can’t believe that someone put this all together, and she asks Charlie about it as he’s closest to her when she steps out the door

“Fleur thought that we had so much to celebrate that we should throw a party.”

That was when Molly knew that she liked Fleur, she respected her after Greyback attacked Bill and Fleur told her she would still marry him, but she knew that she liked Fleur after this moment

A month later Fleur finds out she’s pregnant, and Molly can’t help but be excited to be a grandmother.

Angelina

Angelina falls back into George’s life about a year after the war.

The summer of ‘99 Lee and Alicia get married (as they’re pregnant but also because they’re original plans got ruined by the war 😅)

George is Best Man and Angelina is the Maid of Honor

They also have been in love since the first moment they saw each other on the train to Hogwarts at 11

Did Molly always know that Angelina was going to be part of the family? No! But did she see the way her son’s eyes lite up every time Angelina walked into a room? Absolutely she did!!

After Lee and Alicia’s wedding, George and Angelina are made Godparents to baby Maria Jordan!

They also just can’t force themselves to be away from each other, both of them are miserable, but at least they have each other

Angelina gets pregnant and George buys her a house

They lose their daughter, but then decide it’s time to do things properly

They get married and right before the ceremony, Molly and Arthur invite her to be part of the family

Molly had taken Angelina in under her wing a little after they lost their daughter Beth, but she doesn’t hide it after this

Angelina lost her own mama when she was eighteen, so having Molly to turn to is a great relief

Angelina is the DIL that Molly is closest too out of all of them

Hermione

Molly had known Hermione since she was a little girl, but Hermione is more anxious knowing Molly as Ron’s girlfriend than Ron and Ginny’s friend

Molly had always liked Hermione, but she thinks that she pushes everyone to hard in her life

Hermione of course just thinks that Ron needs more motivation

After the summer in Australia with Ron, Hermione goes back to Hogwarts and Ron never writes her

They have a bit of a disconnect in their relationship and it hurts both of them so much

They love each other, neither of them can deny it, but there is so much longing and wanting that it’s hard for them to even express it to themselves let alone each other

When Hermione comes back from Hogwarts she moves in with Ron and Harry into their tiny flat and there is a definite shift in the trio’s relationship

They mend it over the summer, and Hermione is working in mending her relationship with her parents too

One night Molly invites over just Ron and Hermione for dinner and asks them what their plans are for their relationship

Ron tells her what he wants out of it, love and marriage and children

Hermione bolts to orchards, she saw their relationship move that way eventually, but hearing it out loud is frightening

Molly follows her and tells her that Ron was always like that

Hermione understands, but it’s scary to think about, she didn’t realize how onboard she needed to be

Molly tells Hermione about her first date with Arthur and how up and down that had been

And suddenly Molly knows that nothing will stop Ron and Hermione from making their way down the aisle in a few years

But she does have doubts of them having four kids, which she ends up being right about

Audrey

Audrey just sort of falls into Percy’s life

He asked her out hoping that she would say yes, mostly being goaded into it by Angelina

Audrey said yes and then proceeded to be 2 hours late to their first date, Percy knew he was going to marry her right then and there

A month into the relationship, Percy bought an engagement ring for Audrey, Molly had just met her the week before

Audrey takes the time to be pleasant to everyone she meets, she takes the time to share what she needs to about herself, but more than anything, she takes the time to listen

Molly saw the change in Percy before really anyone else, and she also saw a change in Audrey too upon their second meeting

Audrey lost her twin brother in the Battle of Hogwarts and her parents were killed by Death Eaters coming after her and her brothers

She and Percy go through so many ups and downs in their relationship, and thirteen months after they meet, they elope

Molly is upset that her son didn’t want her at his wedding, but she knows that Audrey’s parents weren’t there either

She’s also upset to find out they got married because they were pregnant, but she excited to be a grandmother again

(Victoire is her only grandchild, Fleur lost a little boy two years before and Angelina lost Beth almost four years before)

Audrey turns to Molly a lot with questions about her pregnancy, she has no one else really to turn too other than Angelina and Fleur

(Both who she’s still building relationships with)

Molly sees how scared Audrey is and helps her in anyway she can, and when Audrey loses their little boy, Molly makes sure to check up on her that whole winter

That next winter, Audrey gives Molly her first ever Weasley sweater

Bonus - Harry

Molly is the first one to find out that Harry and Ginny are back together

She catches them snogging out in the chicken coop when they were supposed to be helping her out

It’s during their first Christmas after the war, and Molly is barely holding herself together

She has a bit of a go at both of them, and then pulls Harry into her arms later and tells him how happy she is for the pair of them

Harry and Ginny go through some struggles the summer after Ginny leaves Hogwarts, they tried to live together but it just doesn’t work out, Ginny just isn’t ready for it yet

Molly always welcomes Harry back home though when he comes to visit Ginny, even if she doesn’t quite like them both going up to Ginny’s bedroom at night

Harry moves out of the flat he shares with Ron after he starts making enough gold to live on by himself, he moves into his grandparents old cottage in Godric’s Hallow

He drags Ginny along, and they both thrive with the space and lack of space 😉

Harry had proposed the summer before, but they tell the family on Ginny’s birthday

Ginny’s brothers are all impressed, even more so when Ginny tells them that she doesn’t plan on getting married right away

Molly is the first one to know about James Sirius, Ginny tells her the morning of their wedding

Molly keeps it a secret, but she can tell that her daughter and SIL are so excited to be married that nothing will get in their way

Harry is nervous to be a father, but Molly reassures him that he’ll be wonderful at it, Arthur had the same fearful look in his eyes too after Bill was born

Bill remembered how Victoire behaved when Dominique was born. She was four years old, and frustrated that she couldn’t play with her baby sister the way she wanted to. Bill had to explain to her that Dominique was just a baby and it would be a while yet before she would be able to play the way her big sister wanted to. Rather than become more frustrated, she learned how to play with Dominique in a way that was comfortable for her little sister. Now that Dominique was older, and they could chase each other around, have tea parties and adventures. They were as thick as a pair of twins and Bill was so proud of his oldest for the kind of big sister that she was. Now that she had all this experience, she would know how to be a good big sister to this baby.

He was more concerned about Dominique. She was still very young and would need to learn the life lessons that her sister had. Her younger brother or sister was not a doll that she could carry around the house and play with. But, that discussion would be had at another place and time.

Victoire nodded her head enthusiastically. A third child was an additional responsibility that Bill and Fleur were ready to take on. They had been preparing for years without getting to actually do something. For years they had waited for the opportunity to make up the nursery but never had the chance. Now, he and Fleur had permission to do all the things that they wanted to.

“Your Maman is right. This is a big responsibility. When she’s waddling around the house asking you to do something then you do it. Okay? No arguing.” He didn’t need to lecture their children on decorum. Victoire never talked back or gave them a difficult time. He sincerely hoped that this pleasant attitude would follow her into her teenage years. Only time would tell.

Fleur raised an eyebrow but kept her thoughts to herself. One thing having children had taught her was patience. Her children were far from perfect but there were much better behaved than most. It was only occasionally they had to raise their voice let alone go as far as hand out punishments. The only thing Fleur worried about occasionally was the years they would spend away at school without their parents to watch over them. Kids would be kids, but sometimes kids took things a little too far.

“Anyhow,” Fleur started as she got up to clear the dishes off the table and put their kitchen back in order after the morning meal. “What do you girls want to do today?” Knowing their girls they would have an entire day worth of adventures or something they wanted to get done. However, while she was feeling relatively good for once, Fleur wanted to be able to indulge them in a little family time. It had been a while. Typically, Bill had been the one to entertain them lately.

“Can-can we go to the playground, Maman?” Their youngest pleaded with their mother. Victoire, who was willing to go anywhere that her sister wanted, agreed.

“Yes, Maman. Can we go to the playground?” She repeated, both in reference to the large family playground that was in the town of Tinworth. It was their favorite place to go when the weather permitted.

Whenever Bill took the girls to the playground it was akin to running a marathon. Dominique’s favorite game was her father chasing her around the playground and pushing her on the swings. She didn’t mind when her big sister did those things with her, but, that was a job for her Papa. Even when Bill wasn’t in the mood, he always tried to indulge his children. After all, they were only young for so long. If he lived to 80 he’d miss that part about his youth and his children’s.

Their dining room table had finally found its purpose. For the two years before Victoire was born, he and Fleur would occupy the farthest corner of the massive table in their spacious dining room. It was a rather lonely existence, but, once Victoire was born, and then Dominique a few years later, their family had grown big enough to need a table such as this. With Fleur on one side and their two girls on the other, it left Bill with a sense of completeness. He’d been used to eating meals alone or with co-workers and, during those meals, he had never sensed that he was missing something. Now, with their little family of five, Bill couldn’t imagine his life without them. He had become just as dependent on them as they needed him. The Bill that he was right after the war ended wouldn’t believe what he has today.

When he got the attention of their two girls, and Fleur gave him an accepted look, he started to speak again, “Your Maman is going to have another baby. In less than a year we’ll have another little one joining the family,” Victoire’s eyes lit up and she squealed a little, “A baby?” She repeated, “Are we getting a little brother or a little sister?” She asked, eager to know all the details, “It’s too early to know, Sweetheart. But, the moment we find out, we’ll tell you,” he reassured her, just as he had done when they were expecting Dominique.

Dominique’s excitement was a little more muted than Victoire’s, but it was still there as she had yet to touch the food that her mother prepared on her plate, “Maman, Maman I get to be a big sister!” She declared, finally allowing the excitement to bubble over.

Fleur gave their girls a smile happy to see them excited about a new addition. Time would tell if this would carry over when there was a baby crying non-stop, preventing them from sleeping at night, and when the baby got old enough to steal their toys when they were not looking. Victoire was adapted to life as an older sister but Dominique had yet to experience. Still, she had some experience with sharing having several younger cousins.

“It won’t be long,” Fleur told her oldest knowing she was excited to know if she would be having a baby brother or sister. Though Fleur hadn’t actually decided if she wanted to know ahead of time or not. All she really wanted at this point was a healthy baby. Then again, part of her assumed they would have another girl, as they already had two girls. Boy or girl, their child would never hurt for love or family considering the size of their family and extended family.

He was more concerned about Dominique. She was still very young and would need to learn the life lessons that her sister had. Her younger brother or sister was not a doll that she could carry around the house and play with. But, that discussion would be had at another place and time.

Victoire nodded her head enthusiastically. A third child was an additional responsibility that Bill and Fleur were ready to take on. They had been preparing for years without getting to actually do something. For years they had waited for the opportunity to make up the nursery but never had the chance. Now, he and Fleur had permission to do all the things that they wanted to.

Their children were remarkably well-behaved. Even Bill couldn’t believe it. He’d heard nightmares about the ‘Terrible Twos,’ and all the other mischief that babies and toddlers could get up to. His own house growing up had been a circus, and his mother was the ringmaster. She was able to catch her children off guard. She always knew what they were up to when they felt they were being sneaky, especially the twins. Maybe it was the difference between boys and girls. Molly once declared that Ginny was her favorite child because of how well-mannered she was. She didn’t start getting into trouble herself until she became a teenager. And it wasn’t every day that one found themselves in the Chamber of Secrets. She’d certainly endured more insanity in school than Bill ever had.

“Crepes,” Bill repeated, correcting himself. That was a French word that didn’t give him too much trouble, “What a treat. You’re getting some of your Maman’s French cooking this morning. You’re very lucky.” He spoke to both his children. Victoire moved to stand next to her mother, observing her culinary skills while her father charmed a carton of Molly’s chicken eggs to appear from the fridge. He used magic to crack each egg into a bowl while he continued to cut fruits. The pan was buttered and placed over one of the open flames on the stove. The eggs cooked while Bill sent the bowl of fruit into the dining room.

Using a spatula, Bill scooped the fried eggs onto a dish and sent it through the air, landing on the dining room table, “It’s time for breakfast. Everyone in the dining room,” Bill called out to his family. Victoire helped to carry the dish of freshly made crepes and carefully lifted it onto the table. Dominique and Victoire sat opposite their mother’s usual seat and Bill sat at the foot of the table. Cutlery and other utensils floated through the air and helped to dispense the proper amount of food onto each empty plate, “Your Maman and I have something to tell you…”

Fleur moved over a bit to allow Victoire to both watch and assist with the cooking of breakfast. Their oldest was certainly old enough to start learning the basics of cooking, even if in a few years she wouldn’t need them at school. Beauxbatons was much like Hogwarts, with the sense they had a culinary staff (albeit not house elves) to prepare most meals. Still, they had a day or two the students would be taught to prepare meals and cooked as a tribute of thanks to the staff that cared for most of their food needs. It was just one way Beauxbatons was more “structured” than Hogwarts in both running in general and more structured in academics.

Once they were settled, Fleur sat down and begin to cut Dominique’s food up a little bit more for her. She didn’t really need her to, but she did for her own piece of mind. Five was a wonderful age where she was learning her independence but needed a little help with some things. Dominique wasn’t as quick to find her independence as their oldest, but it was okay. Fleur kind of liked having one of their girls that still needed help with things. Victoire was all about adventures, clothes, and growing up way too fast.

When he got the attention of their two girls, and Fleur gave him an accepted look, he started to speak again, “Your Maman is going to have another baby. In less than a year we’ll have another little one joining the family,” Victoire’s eyes lit up and she squealed a little, “A baby?” She repeated, “Are we getting a little brother or a little sister?” She asked, eager to know all the details, “It’s too early to know, Sweetheart. But, the moment we find out, we’ll tell you,” he reassured her, just as he had done when they were expecting Dominique.

“Well, it’s been a while since we’ve taken the girls into Tinworth. We could take them to the park, then do the necessary shopping for school on our way home.” Of course, that entirely depended on how the girls would react to the news. This would be Dominique’s first time confronting baby news. Bill already knew how Victoire would act: she’d clap her hands and ask to touch Maman’s belly, just as she did when her mother was pregnant with Dominique. She had been in utter disbelief when her Uncle Charlie explained where babies came from. It was a treat for her to watch her mother get bigger and bigger with each passing day. She was afraid her mother would burst.

Bill charmed the chopped fruit into the bowl on the counter when their littlest girl stepped into the kitchen, “Papa, Maman, I’m hungry,” she whined, wiping the sleep away from her eyes. She approached her Papa and reached up to grab at the hem of his shirt, “We’re almost done, Honey. Here,” he extended to her half a banana from his cutting board, “Let’s wait for your sister to get up. She must be really tired.” He observed, it not necessarily being out of the ordinary for either girl to sleep in on the weekends. Contented, Dominique chewed on her half of the banana as she made her way towards the kitchen bench. She climbed up onto the chair and sat patiently, hoping her big sister would get up soon so they could have breakfast.

Less than ten minutes had passed and Victoire descended the stairs. She had emerged in the kitchen with full bed head, an indication that she slept well, “Good morning, Sleepyhead,” Bill teased her before he pulled her to his side and gave her a hug and a kiss, “I hope you’re hungry for your Maman’s pancakes.”

Fleur nodded because it would be a nice way to spend the afternoon. The could wander about the park, do the swings, and whatever else the girls wanted to do. Then they could hop into town and do their shopping and a bit of window shopping. Fall was certainly one thing that was better up in the north. In the southern part of France things got a little cooler but never quite had the crispy air, color changing brilliance they got in England.

“Here mon amour,” Fleur told her daughter as she passed her some of the strawberries to go with her half of banana. It would keep Dominique pacified for a little while. She was sure Victoire wouldn’t sleep much longer because even if she wanted to, eventually, her sister would go and wake her up. Dominique didn’t have all that much patience when it came to waiting. Kind of like Fleur herself at that age.

“Crepes,” Bill repeated, correcting himself. That was a French word that didn’t give him too much trouble, “What a treat. You’re getting some of your Maman’s French cooking this morning. You’re very lucky.” He spoke to both his children. Victoire moved to stand next to her mother, observing her culinary skills while her father charmed a carton of Molly’s chicken eggs to appear from the fridge. He used magic to crack each egg into a bowl while he continued to cut fruits. The pan was buttered and placed over one of the open flames on the stove. The eggs cooked while Bill sent the bowl of fruit into the dining room.

Bill knew that once Victoire and Dominique heard the news, their families wouldn’t be far behind. Bill just hoped that feeling so full of hope would backfire on them. It wouldn’t be the first time. He and Fleur were too familiar with the grief of losing a child. Every morning Bill arose out of bed he expected to wake up from this happy dream. To his relief, he hadn’t yet. He wanted the chance to celebrate this pregnancy with his family. If the past taught him anything, it was to enjoy the good days and steel yourself against the bad.

He knew that Fleur wasn’t very fond of the attention that a pregnant individual often received. His mother in particular made a big deal of every pregnancy in the family: from Fleur’s first to Ginny’s last. His mother cherished her family like any good matriarch would. Who was he to tell her ‘enough?’ And this news would probably be no different. After all the years that he and Fleur struggled to conceive, Molly would, no doubt, make a big deal about it. She’d be spreading herself thin by distributing some attention to Fleur to give Ginny some relief.

“That entirely depends: how are you feeling?” He asked while he wrapped his fingers around the fruit and started to cut it into chunks. Normally he’d use magic, but, he wanted to appreciate everything that morning. Even the little things.

Fleur knew she would deal with the attention when she had to. Thankfully, by now most in their family knew to curb their overly enthusiastic excitement and need to be overly touchy. She never understood why people felt the need to touch pregnant people or their stomach. It was a sure way to get their hand hexed off. Perhaps it was the pregnancy hormones or just Fleur being overly formal and French.

She shrugged her shoulders. “Not too bad,” she told her husband. For now, Fleur felt better than she had in a while, but not a hundred percent. However, she would take what she could get. She wasn’t sick to her stomach and that was a big win all in itself.

Bill charmed the chopped fruit into the bowl on the counter when their littlest girl stepped into the kitchen, “Papa, Maman, I’m hungry,” she whined, wiping the sleep away from her eyes. She approached her Papa and reached up to grab at the hem of his shirt, “We’re almost done, Honey. Here,” he extended to her half a banana from his cutting board, “Let’s wait for your sister to get up. She must be really tired.” He observed, it not necessarily being out of the ordinary for either girl to sleep in on the weekends. Contented, Dominique chewed on her half of the banana as she made her way towards the kitchen bench. She climbed up onto the chair and sat patiently, hoping her big sister would get up soon so they could have breakfast.

Their little Victoire was hurrying to grow up. She was dreaming about going to Hogwarts. Bill wasn’t so keen to see his daughter sprout up like a flower, leaning into the sun to nurture her growth. She asked to borrow some of her father’s records from the 80s, she asked her mother for make-up tips… It broke his heart, and caused it to swell when he noticed how independent Victoire was becoming. She was at an age where she was determining what she wanted out of life. He just wanted to scoop her up into his arms and hold onto her tightly to prevent her from getting any bigger. He yearned for the baby that she was was. She was his first born child. The child that made him a father for the very first time. He grew as a man as Victoire grew older. And now his oldest child was developing a taste for tea. She’d watched all the adults in her family gather in the Burrow’s sitting room while a kettle of tea floated between all of them. She wanted to be counted as one of the adults.

Bill stood in front of the stove and prepared the decaffeinated tea that Victoire would drink from. The last thing he wanted that Saturday morning was to give their daughter an incentive to go crazy. He’d learned that from the first time she asked to sample her father’s thermos of Earl Grey. Her energy level appeared to match that of her toddler sister and the two of them got into mischief together. In general Dominique seemed to have that effect on her older sister.

“Are we going to tell them about the baby this morning?” They’d been sitting on this news for a couple weeks now. They had been waiting to pass into the ‘safe’ zone of her pregnancy, and they had reached and exceeded that milestone. Bill was eager to share the news with their daughters, who had been just as enthusiastic about adding to their family.

Fleur reached for the knife to begin cutting the fruit. Sure she could use magic, but there was something relaxing about preparing food by hand. Sometimes she preferred it over magic as long as it wasn’t a big job. There was no world in which she would want to help prepare holiday feasts by hands. Although, they would have plenty of hands should the need ever arise.

Fleur nodded. “We can,” she agreed. It wasn’t their daughters she was at unease about. Fleur loved their family but some of them could be a bit much over babies, namely Molly. Fleur, despite what most people in their family thought, didn’t like or want all the attention. There had been enough attention when she had been pregnant with Victoire, the first child in a long time on either side of the family, to last a lifetime. It wasn’t so bad with Dominique and she hoped not with this pregnancy. Once their girls knew, however, everyone in their family would know.

He knew that Fleur wasn’t very fond of the attention that a pregnant individual often received. His mother in particular made a big deal of every pregnancy in the family: from Fleur’s first to Ginny’s last. His mother cherished her family like any good matriarch would. Who was he to tell her ‘enough?’ And this news would probably be no different. After all the years that he and Fleur struggled to conceive, Molly would, no doubt, make a big deal about it. She’d be spreading herself thin by distributing some attention to Fleur to give Ginny some relief.

Bill followed Fleur’s voice into the kitchen. The curtains had been drawn up, filling the room with natural light. He was surprised to find Fleur in the kitchen, presumably to prepare to make food for their family. Normally, that was Bill’s responsibility, particularly during the week. He’d prepare the morning meal for the family, eat with them, then head off to work with a fresh apple and a thermos of coffee. He wasn’t going to lie, it was nice to be relieved of his duties as husband and father every once in a while. But, he felt more normal when he was the one sweating in front of the stove, with Dominique’s arms wrapped around his leg while she waited to be served.

“What’re you making?” He asked as he approached her. He returned her kiss and brought his hand up to rest on the small of her back, “Do you need help?” If Fleur was preparing a traditional English breakfast, there’d be room for Bill’s help. However, if it was a French dish, he’d probably opt to just set the table and wait for the girls to get up. If Victoire were to wake up and find her sibling missing from the room, she’d get up and investigate for herself and, hopefully before that would happen, there would be breakfast on the table for them.

“Yeah, but, I’ll get that…” he used his wand to summon the mug from the cupboard. The kettle floated from its spot on the stove to the kitchen bench where it dispensed the tea into the waiting mug.

Fleur surveyed the food scattered around their countertops; various fruits, milk, flour, and all the fixings they would need to make a proper breakfast. What was she thinking of making? Her thoughts had been a little mixture of one thing, morphed into something else, and then morphed again into something else. She wasn’t sure what she was in the mood for but it typically wasn’t up to her. Whatever the girls were feeling like was typically what they had. Without another one they would truly be outnumbered.

“I do not know, yet.” Fleur answered honestly. “Crepes maybe…” It was a lot of work but they did not have anything planned for today. She could take some extra time and make them a nice breakfast, but did they really need them when pancakes with fruit would be just as good. English food was awful heavy though. Even after all these years she could not really get past feeling that way. Most of it was very delicious but heavy.

Bill stood in front of the stove and prepared the decaffeinated tea that Victoire would drink from. The last thing he wanted that Saturday morning was to give their daughter an incentive to go crazy. He’d learned that from the first time she asked to sample her father’s thermos of Earl Grey. Her energy level appeared to match that of her toddler sister and the two of them got into mischief together. In general Dominique seemed to have that effect on her older sister.