October 25th of 1997
That’s how long my friends have been missing for. I still don’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.
I’m twenty-one weeks pregnant, having a boy. Fred had agreed to naming him Nick, but we’re still working on a middle name. I’m not due until March 4th, so we’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 I’d end up miscarrying.
Miscarrying would be the last thing I’d want.
I love my unborn baby Nick. He’s always kicking, especially at night. He’s an active one and some nights, Fred and I bicker about what quidditch position he’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 doesn’t become a chaser like his mummy, I don’t know what I’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 it’s Saturday and the shop is closed.
At night, that’s when I feel the worst about my friends being missing. That’s when I think about it the most and that’s when I cry the most.
It’s mostly after Fred has fallen asleep because I don’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. ′Contact this and that person if you know anything’, stuff like that. It also says that Nate is wanted for murder. They haven’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 Nate’s wand and used to kill him. I’d rather Nate killed than him being killed.
“Give me that.” I told Fred when he was screwing the screw in the wrong way. He pouted as he handed over the screwdriver. “You have to do it this way, love.”
“Well how am I supposed to know that?” He protested, watching me do it. “It’s Muggle stuff.”
“And I basically lived like a Muggle before I went to Hogwarts.” I said. “So much for a dad who decided to put the wizarding world behind him.”
October 26th of 1997
“Oh fuck.” 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.
“Are you okay?”
“That hurt.” I said in a high-pitched and painful tone as I halted my way into the kitchen. ”Fuck.”
“Stubbed my toe.”
“Ouch.” 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.
“Has the Daily Prophet arrived yet?” 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. “Think it got lost or something?”
“It’ll probably be here by tonight.” George said and gave my shoulder a squeeze. “Don’t worry, yeah? I’m sure they’ve found something.”
I turned around and leaned back against the counter, resting my arms on top of my bump.
“I’m trying not to get my hopes up.” I said. “They’ve been missing for three months. Nate is wanted for murder and Melba, Callie and Seth for helping. They don’t even have a body! They don’t have any bodies. What if it’s the other way around, George? What if Pucey killed my friends? What if they’re dead somewhere and no one knows?”
“Oi!” George turned to look at me. “I don’t want to hear you talk like that. Don’t think like that. Listen- are you one hundred percent sure that Nate couldn’t have killed Pucey and had the others help him get rid of the body?”
I looked up at George as he spoke. I couldn’t deny it because anything was possible. It was just the fact that if any of them had killed anyone, they would’ve told me and here I am- left behind by all of my friends.
“I don’t know.” I said softly. “But- if they did, it can’t have been on purpose, right? I mean- I know they had this plan...”
“Well-” I breathed. “Seth and Melba were planning on kidnapping Pucey once Nate and Callie went back to Romania but- they would’ve contacted me and let me know what happened as they never did. Something happened, George. Something happened and I have no idea what.”
George’s expression changed.
“Kidnapping? Jules- you realise how insane that is, right? They were planning on kidnapping him?”
“They wanted to get answers about what he did to Nick.” I sighed. “But I told them it was a bad idea and I told them I didn’t want any part of it.”
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.
“Look what I bought!” He said, voice full of glee as he pointed his wand at the table, the two bags setting themselves down.
“What is all of that?” George asked out of curiosity as he joined his brother. Fred glanced at him, then looked at me.
“Alright, so I found this book in a Muggle store, right? Because the wizarding world apparently don’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 won’t be until March, I also know how stressed you’ve been about having to buy all these things, so I thought I’d do it for the both of us. I hope that’s okay.”
I smiled as I approached the table where both twins were unpacking the stuff.
“That’s more than okay.” I smiled and grabbed one of the packages, picking it up. “What is a- nursing bra?”
“Oh, it’s y’know- a bra but it’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.”
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 don’t. Great.
“What the hell is that?” George asked, holding up a larger package.
“That’s a breast bump, dear brother.” Fred grinned and George’s expression dropped as he quickly put down the package. “The 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 mum’s not home and the baby needs feeding.”
Why do I not know all of this?
“Do you still have the book?” I asked. “I mean, you bought it, right?”
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 it’s content. Then I put it on the table.
“I’m gonna have to read that tonight.” I said. “I don’t know anything about any of these things. I’m gonna be a terrible mother.”
“No you won’t.” Fred said, almost sounding offended. “Loving our child will already make you a better mother than most in this world.”
I pouted slightly but Fred then grabbed something and handed to me.
“Can’t wait to rub that on you.”
“Fred!” I exclaimed while George shook his head at his brother and walked into his room, closing the door. “What did we say about traumatising George with those comments?”
“I’m sorry!” He laughed. “I was just joking.”
March 14th of 1998
Nick Arthur Weasley.
That’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 didn’t want to do it because my friends couldn’t be here to meet them. I so wanted them here but they still haven’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 Fred’s arms in a tiny white onesie with grey skies printed into the fabric. Fred hadn’t taken his eyes off of him, not even when talking to me, though I haven’t either.
Nick has a lot of hair for a newborn. It’s all red but it’s a bit darker than Fred’s. I think that comes from my hair being brown, so it darkens the redness. His eyes are blue at the moment but that’s because he’s a newborn and a baby’s eye colour is mostly determined within nine months, those some babies eye colour doesn’t complete settle until they’re three years old. He has my nose, my lips but then he has Fred’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 Nick’s middle name was his name.
George hadn’t left again. He was here and he was staring at his new nephew, just as much in love as the rest of us.
“It’ll be so fun to play pranks on that little boy when he grows up.” George said, causing Fred and I to both look at him.
“Don’t you dare go near my son.” Fred said in defence. “If you do, I’ll plant fireworks in your bed when you’re asleep and I’ll blow you into pieces.”
I smiled. I loved how protective Fred was. How much he loved baby Nick.
“I was joking, Freddie.” George said and held up his hands in surrender. “Don’t worry. I’ll be the fun uncle but I won’t play pranks on him until he’s at least ten.”
“George!” Fred warned him.
“What? Do you think he’ll turn up to be a little boy who doesn’t understand fun?” George asked. “Look at who his dad is and then look at his uncle. Me, not Percy. If he turns out to be as fun as Percy, I’m quitting life.”
March 20th of 1998
“Looks like he’s sleeping.” Fred said after checking in Nick who was laying in his crib next to our bed. “What’re you reading?”
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.
“I remember when you told me you really wanted to own that one.” He said. “Still think you’re insane.”
“It’s a good book!” I argued. “It’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. That’s the good part.”
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 didn’t blame him for wanting to close his eyes for a bit. We didn’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 that’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.
“Fred?” I asked softly, leaning my head on his shoulder while continuing to read my book. He hummed faintly in response. “I love you.”
April 2nd of 1998
“I am so exhausted.” I mumbled as Fred hugged me from behind and gave my cheek a kiss.
“Then stop looking at this, babe.” Fred said and snatched the newspaper from the table.
“Fred!” I exclaimed and looked at him as he curled the newspaper. “Fred, give that back to me!”
He sighed and turned towards me.
“I’m doing this to help you, darling. You’ve been collecting all of these newspapers since they disappeared. It’s not healthy and I’m sorry to tell you this, but they’re not coming back.”
I leaned back in the chair, looking down at the table where the newspaper had just laid.
“Fred, c’mon.” George sighed as he rocked Nick in his arms, from side to side. “Give her a break. It’s only been nine months.”
“And the Aurors haven’t got one lead.” Fred said. “They’re not coming back.”
“Fred!” George raised his voice as much as allowed due to his nephew trying to sleep in his arms.
“No, it’s okay.” I said. “I get where he’s coming from. He thinks they’re dead.”
“What?” Fred frowned. “I didn’t say that. Jules- that’s not what I’m saying.”
“It’s okay.” I assured him. “You’re right. They probably are dead, but I just can’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 won’t leave either when he grows up and gets to know me.”