His Hufflepuff ; Fred Weasley

Chapter 97

October 25th of 1997

Three months.

Thatโ€™s how long my friends have been missing for. I still donโ€™t remember what happened that one day where Fred and George told me I had been to see my friends.

Though the healer said that memory problems was an issue with some pregnancies, though she has never seen it be so bad that you forget almost an entire day.

Iโ€™m twenty-one weeks pregnant, having a boy. Fred had agreed to naming him Nick, but weโ€™re still working on a middle name. Iโ€™m not due until March 4th, so weโ€™ve got loads of time.

Walking around everyday, not knowing what the fuck happened to my friends, was a nightmare. Though I tried to keep myself occupied by helping the twins around the shop. I think they mostly let me help because they knew I needed a distraction and if I stressed and worried too much, there was a chance Iโ€™d end up miscarrying.

Miscarrying would be the last thing Iโ€™d want.

I love my unborn baby Nick. Heโ€™s always kicking, especially at night. Heโ€™s an active one and some nights, Fred and I bicker about what quidditch position heโ€™d play.

I say chaser just like me, but Fred says beater and George is backing him up because he too was a beater.

I swear, if this baby boy doesnโ€™t become a chaser like his mummy, I donโ€™t know what Iโ€™ll do.

Right now I was showing Fred how to put together a crib with tools and no magic. It takes longer time, meaning I have something to focus on now that itโ€™s Saturday and the shop is closed.

At night, thatโ€™s when I feel the worst about my friends being missing. Thatโ€™s when I think about it the most and thatโ€™s when I cry the most.

Itโ€™s mostly after Fred has fallen asleep because I donโ€™t want to worry him with how I cry every night because of my friends being gone.

It was constantly in the daily prophet. Their pictures was in it and it was always the same. โ€ฒContact this and that person if you know anythingโ€™, stuff like that. It also says that Nate is wanted for murder. They havenโ€™t found a body, but apparently Adrian Pucey went missing the night to Sunday when my friends went missing too.

I refuse to believe that Nate killed him, though that would be much better than Pucey having stolen Nateโ€™s wand and used to kill him. Iโ€™d rather Nate killed than him being killed.

โ€œGive me that.โ€ I told Fred when he was screwing the screw in the wrong way. He pouted as he handed over the screwdriver. โ€œYou have to do it this way, love.โ€

โ€œWell how am I supposed to know that?โ€ He protested, watching me do it. โ€œItโ€™s Muggle stuff.โ€

โ€œAnd I basically lived like a Muggle before I went to Hogwarts.โ€ I said. โ€œSo much for a dad who decided to put the wizarding world behind him.โ€

October 26th of 1997

โ€œOh fuck.โ€ I cursed when I hit my toe on the corner of the coffee table. George who stood in the kitchen, turned to look at me with a questioning look.

โ€œAre you okay?โ€

โ€œThat hurt.โ€ I said in a high-pitched and painful tone as I halted my way into the kitchen. โ€Fuck.โ€

โ€œWhat happened?โ€

โ€œStubbed my toe.โ€

โ€œOuch.โ€ He hissed slightly and looked at me before offering me a piece of the pear he had been cutting. I took it and thanked him silently before eating it.

โ€œHas the Daily Prophet arrived yet?โ€ I asked, looking up at George. He shook his head as he looked at me again. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. โ€œThink it got lost or something?โ€

โ€œItโ€™ll probably be here by tonight.โ€ George said and gave my shoulder a squeeze. โ€œDonโ€™t worry, yeah? Iโ€™m sure theyโ€™ve found something.โ€

I turned around and leaned back against the counter, resting my arms on top of my bump.

โ€œIโ€™m trying not to get my hopes up.โ€ I said. โ€œTheyโ€™ve been missing for three months. Nate is wanted for murder and Melba, Callie and Seth for helping. They donโ€™t even have a body! They donโ€™t have any bodies. What if itโ€™s the other way around, George? What if Pucey killed my friends? What if theyโ€™re dead somewhere and no one knows?โ€

โ€œOi!โ€ George turned to look at me. โ€œI donโ€™t want to hear you talk like that. Donโ€™t think like that. Listen- are you one hundred percent sure that Nate couldnโ€™t have killed Pucey and had the others help him get rid of the body?โ€

I looked up at George as he spoke. I couldnโ€™t deny it because anything was possible. It was just the fact that if any of them had killed anyone, they wouldโ€™ve told me and here I am- left behind by all of my friends.

โ€œI donโ€™t know.โ€ I said softly. โ€œBut- if they did, it canโ€™t have been on purpose, right? I mean- I know they had this plan...โ€

โ€œWhat plan?โ€

โ€œWell-โ€ I breathed. โ€œSeth and Melba were planning on kidnapping Pucey once Nate and Callie went back to Romania but- they wouldโ€™ve contacted me and let me know what happened as they never did. Something happened, George. Something happened and I have no idea what.โ€

Georgeโ€™s expression changed.

โ€œKidnapping? Jules- you realise how insane that is, right? They were planning on kidnapping him?โ€

โ€œThey wanted to get answers about what he did to Nick.โ€ I sighed. โ€œBut I told them it was a bad idea and I told them I didnโ€™t want any part of it.โ€

The door to the flat swung open and Fred walked in with two big plastic bags floating in the air behind him, carrying boxes and packages.

โ€œLook what I bought!โ€ He said, voice full of glee as he pointed his wand at the table, the two bags setting themselves down.

โ€œWhat is all of that?โ€ George asked out of curiosity as he joined his brother. Fred glanced at him, then looked at me.

โ€œAlright, so I found this book in a Muggle store, right? Because the wizarding world apparently donโ€™t have many things on how pregnancy works and stuff like that. I uh- well in this book, there was a checklist of things to buy before the baby arrives, and I know it wonโ€™t be until March, I also know how stressed youโ€™ve been about having to buy all these things, so I thought Iโ€™d do it for the both of us. I hope thatโ€™s okay.โ€

I smiled as I approached the table where both twins were unpacking the stuff.

โ€œThatโ€™s more than okay.โ€ I smiled and grabbed one of the packages, picking it up. โ€œWhat is a- nursing bra?โ€

โ€œOh, itโ€™s yโ€™know- a bra but itโ€™s easier to open for breastfeeding. It said to buy one size larger than the bra size you have now, because apparently your boobs- will grow.โ€

I glanced up at him before I looked at the package I was holding. It was a pack of two. A black and a white one.

My boyfriend knows what a nursing bra is and I donโ€™t. Great.

โ€œWhat the hell is that?โ€ George asked, holding up a larger package.

โ€œThatโ€™s a breast bump, dear brother.โ€ Fred grinned and Georgeโ€™s expression dropped as he quickly put down the package. โ€œThe book said that sometimes the mother has to pump out the milk and keep it in the freezer in case the dad is home alone or- well in case the mumโ€™s not home and the baby needs feeding.โ€

Why do I not know all of this?

โ€œDo you still have the book?โ€ I asked. โ€œI mean, you bought it, right?โ€

Fred smiled at me, then reached into one of the bags and pulled out a book before handing it to me. I opened it and started scanning the pages quickly to get an idea of itโ€™s content. Then I put it on the table.

โ€œIโ€™m gonna have to read that tonight.โ€ I said. โ€œI donโ€™t know anything about any of these things. Iโ€™m gonna be a terrible mother.โ€

โ€œNo you wonโ€™t.โ€ Fred said, almost sounding offended. โ€œLoving our child will already make you a better mother than most in this world.โ€

I pouted slightly but Fred then grabbed something and handed to me.

โ€œCanโ€™t wait to rub that on you.โ€

Nipple lotion.

โ€œFred!โ€ I exclaimed while George shook his head at his brother and walked into his room, closing the door. โ€œWhat did we say about traumatising George with those comments?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m sorry!โ€ He laughed. โ€œI was just joking.โ€

March 14th of 1998

Nick Arthur Weasley.

Thatโ€™s the name we gave our son. I was in labor all night, pushed for forty-two minutes before we welcomed our son into the world at 7:52 in the morning.

Fred was there through it all, holding my hand, putting a wet cloth on my forehead, then taking it off again when I was sick of it.

Our baby boy came ten days late. Those last ten days were hell where I just waited and waited and waited for my water to break or my contractions to start. The boy was sitting on my bladder and it was driving me mad.

But now he was here.

There was a moment before I had to start push, where I panicked. I didnโ€™t want to do it because my friends couldnโ€™t be here to meet them. I so wanted them here but they still havenโ€™t been found, so yes... I started panicking.

Fred was the one who made me relax and after pushing for such a long time, I finally held baby Nick in my arms.

Fred and I both cried for so long. We were both so in love with him. Our tiny boy.

He was now all cleaned up, laying in Fredโ€™s arms in a tiny white onesie with grey skies printed into the fabric. Fred hadnโ€™t taken his eyes off of him, not even when talking to me, though I havenโ€™t either.

Nick has a lot of hair for a newborn. Itโ€™s all red but itโ€™s a bit darker than Fredโ€™s. I think that comes from my hair being brown, so it darkens the redness. His eyes are blue at the moment but thatโ€™s because heโ€™s a newborn and a babyโ€™s eye colour is mostly determined within nine months, those some babies eye colour doesnโ€™t complete settle until theyโ€™re three years old. He has my nose, my lips but then he has Fredโ€™s bone structure, eye shape, eyebrows and obviously his hair colour.

The whole Weasley family came by earlier to see our little son. They were all thrilled, absolutely in love with him. Especially Arthur when he found out Nickโ€™s middle name was his name.

George hadnโ€™t left again. He was here and he was staring at his new nephew, just as much in love as the rest of us.

โ€œItโ€™ll be so fun to play pranks on that little boy when he grows up.โ€ George said, causing Fred and I to both look at him.

โ€œDonโ€™t you dare go near my son.โ€ Fred said in defence. โ€œIf you do, Iโ€™ll plant fireworks in your bed when youโ€™re asleep and Iโ€™ll blow you into pieces.โ€

I smiled. I loved how protective Fred was. How much he loved baby Nick.

โ€œI was joking, Freddie.โ€ George said and held up his hands in surrender. โ€œDonโ€™t worry. Iโ€™ll be the fun uncle but I wonโ€™t play pranks on him until heโ€™s at least ten.โ€

โ€œGeorge!โ€ Fred warned him.

โ€œWhat? Do you think heโ€™ll turn up to be a little boy who doesnโ€™t understand fun?โ€ George asked. โ€œLook at who his dad is and then look at his uncle. Me, not Percy. If he turns out to be as fun as Percy, Iโ€™m quitting life.โ€

March 20th of 1998

โ€œLooks like heโ€™s sleeping.โ€ Fred said after checking in Nick who was laying in his crib next to our bed. โ€œWhatโ€™re you reading?โ€

He crawled into bed with me, sitting next to me against the headboard. I showed him the book and he smiled when he saw which one it was.

โ€œI remember when you told me you really wanted to own that one.โ€ He said. โ€œStill think youโ€™re insane.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s a good book!โ€ I argued. โ€œItโ€™s not like I agree with the fact that a grown man falls in love with a twelve-year-old girl but in the end she gets to live a life without him. Thatโ€™s the good part.โ€

Fred hummed and placed his hand on my thigh, patting it gently, before he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. We were both really exhausted with a newborn baby so I didnโ€™t blame him for wanting to close his eyes for a bit. We didnโ€™t get much sleep and I hated closing my eyes because I was always scared that something would happen to Nick. I was really paranoid about it but the healer said thatโ€™s normal to new mums.

George has been helping as much as possible while trying to run the shop on his own. He told Fred to take some time off to focus on parenthood.

We had to wait about a month until we could take Nick out of the home so once it was time, either Fred or I could carry him on our stomachs with the baby wrap.

โ€œFred?โ€ I asked softly, leaning my head on his shoulder while continuing to read my book. He hummed faintly in response. โ€œI love you.โ€

April 2nd of 1998

โ€œI am so exhausted.โ€ I mumbled as Fred hugged me from behind and gave my cheek a kiss.

โ€œThen stop looking at this, babe.โ€ Fred said and snatched the newspaper from the table.

โ€œFred!โ€ I exclaimed and looked at him as he curled the newspaper. โ€œFred, give that back to me!โ€

He sighed and turned towards me.

โ€œIโ€™m doing this to help you, darling. Youโ€™ve been collecting all of these newspapers since they disappeared. Itโ€™s not healthy and Iโ€™m sorry to tell you this, but theyโ€™re not coming back.โ€

I leaned back in the chair, looking down at the table where the newspaper had just laid.

โ€œFred, cโ€™mon.โ€ George sighed as he rocked Nick in his arms, from side to side. โ€œGive her a break. Itโ€™s only been nine months.โ€

โ€œAnd the Aurors havenโ€™t got one lead.โ€ Fred said. โ€œTheyโ€™re not coming back.โ€

โ€œFred!โ€ George raised his voice as much as allowed due to his nephew trying to sleep in his arms.

โ€œNo, itโ€™s okay.โ€ I said. โ€œI get where heโ€™s coming from. He thinks theyโ€™re dead.โ€

โ€œWhat?โ€ Fred frowned. โ€œI didnโ€™t say that. Jules- thatโ€™s not what Iโ€™m saying.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s okay.โ€ I assured him. โ€œYouโ€™re right. They probably are dead, but I just canโ€™t allow myself to think like that. I lost Nick and now the rest of my friends are gone too. Basically, the only two people who never left me, are you two... hopefully baby Nick wonโ€™t leave either when he grows up and gets to know me.โ€

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