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the potter generation: a character that wasn’t in the movies  Charlie Weasley

“You’re tied in first place, Harry! You and Krum! Listen, I’ve got to run, I’ve got to go and send Mum an owl, I swore I’d tell her what happened — but that was unbeliev­able! Oh yeah — and they told me to tell you you’ve got to hang around for a few more minutes… Bagman wants a word, back in the champions’ tent.”

She’s My Only Family (Part 4)

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I was planning to tell the Weasley family and my twin brother, Harry,about the baby. Draco and I had told his parents already, separate from the Weasleys, fearing that a fight would break out. Narcissa had been overjoyed, enveloping me into a bone-crushing hug with squeals of excitement. Lucius simply looked proud as he patted Draco’s shoulder. 

We arrived at the Burrow, and Draco squeezed my hand nervously as we neared the entrance, and pecking him on his cheek, I squeezed back. I knocked on the door and entered, pulling Draco in beside me. I heard an excited yelp as Mrs. Weasley appeared out of nowhere are hugged me. 

“Oh, y/n, I’ve missed you so much! How was the trip? Are you hungry? Here, sit down I’ll get you some tea!” As usual, Mrs. Weasley was tending to my every needs, just like a mother would. She noticed Draco, standing awkwardly beside me, and shook his hand in an overly joyful way. 

“Oh, Draco, welcome to our home! I’m glad to see you’ve been taking care of my y/n, honey!”

Draco looked shocked at the warm welcome from Mrs. Weasley, and tentatively, he asked, “You don’t… hate me?” 

Mrs. Weasley turned around, surprised, and with a warm smile, replied, “Anyone y/n loves is someone we love.”

Beaming, Draco grinned at Mrs. Weasley. A second later, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron burst in through the door. 

“Sorry we’re late mum!” Ron and Ginny cried. The girls shrieked as they saw me and ran towards me, hugging me tight. Harry and Ron patted me heartily on my back, and the four of them shook hands with Draco, the air getting a little more tense. 

Clearing her throat loudly, Mrs. Weasley shouted for Arthur, Bill, Charlie, their wives, Fred and George, and Percy to come down to greet the guests. Arthur bounded down the stairs, and I laughed to see that his lively spirit hadn’t died at all. Fred and George quickly followed suit and they both simultaneously gave me hugs. Bill, Charlie, Percy, and Fleur greeted me warmly and Fleur announced, “I have put the cheeldren in anozzer room to play, Molly!”

Mr. Weasley smiled politely at Draco and nodded his head. Draco replied with a “Hello, Mr. Weasley” as we all sat down to dinner. 

Dinner passed quickly, with lots and lots of Mrs. Weasley’s amazing cooking. Wiping her mouth and laughing at a joke Fred and George had just told, Mrs. Weasley turned to me and said, “Now, what was that big news you told me you had, y/n?” 

All eyes at the table turned to me questioningly. I glanced at Draco nervously and cleared my throat. 

“Well, I wanted to tell everybody that…”

“Y/n is pregnant.” Draco finished. 

We looked around at all the faces gaping at us. Then, all of a sudden, everyone burst into congratulations. Mrs. Weasley’s face was soaking wet with tears, and Hermione and Ginny were tearing up as well. 

After a good amount of crying and congratulations, we all fell silent as we turned to look at Harry. I fiddled with the corner of my napkin, nervous at what he would say. He had remained silent during the chaos, and I wasn’t sure what that meant. 

“Well,” Harry started, looking at Draco, “I see you’ve taken good care of my sister so far. I suppose I’ll let you two have a baby.” 

Draco broke into a grin as they patted each other on the back. This time, I was really crying, happy that Harry had accepted Draco for amazingly, the fourth time. Harry scooter around the chairs to get to me, and hugged me. 

“I’m so excited to be an uncle!” Harry cried, and gave me a big, sloppy kiss on the cheek. 

“When is the little rogue getting here?” George asked playfully. Looking at Harry, I smiled and replied, “July.” This time, I thought I saw a tear forming in the corner of his eye.

Knowing what he was thinking, I felt a tear coming out of my eye too. 

“Imagine if they were twins! Then we would have three pairs of mischievous twins among us!” Draco chortled, and kissed me full on my lips. We all laughed at his remark. 

9 months later, July 7th

I gasped as I felt a contraction. I knew it was due any day now, but I didn’t expect the day to be today. Draco rushed to my side immediately and searching me with his worried eyes, he asked, “It’s the baby, right?” 

I nodded, grimacing as pain shot through my lower body. We took a muggle taxi to St. Mungo’s, because Draco was worried that apparating would be dangerous to me and the baby in my condition. 

Doctors rushed to my side as Draco yelled that I was in labor. I was rushed to the birthing area and there were nurses running around my bed, preparing for the baby. After a while, I was ready to deliver my first child.

Pain. There was so much pain. And blood. I didn’t really remember the birthing process, only that I was in labor for a few hours before I pushed my baby out. 

Holding the baby up to the light after cleaning it off, the doctor announced, “Congratulations! It’s a boy!” Draco and I had already thought of names, and we settled on

“Scorpius Harry Malfoy. His name is Scorpius Harry Malfoy.” Draco announced. Panting and grinning tearfully, I squeezed my husband’s hand and nodded along with him. 

“Can I hold Scorpius?” I asked the doctor, reaching for my beautiful, blonde-haired baby. My first born child squirmed at my touch and snuggled into my chest. Tears streaming down my face, I kissed Scorpius’s tiny, wrinkled forehead. Draco followed suit as he scooped our son in his own arms and rocked him back and forth. 

The last thing I remembered seeing before drifting off to sleep was Draco kissing our baby.

“I want to see my nephew!” Harry shouted, bursting into the hospital room. Immediately, Draco and I shushed him, afraid that he would wake Scorpius. Only a few hours old, Scorpius was already showing signs of being a squirmy, energetic, sassy little baby. Harry tip-toed to Scorpius’s side along with Ginny, Hermione, and Ron, and looked at me for permission to pick him up.

I nodded at him, and unable to contain his excitement, Harry took up Scorpius and rocked him, playing with his tiny toes and fingers.

“What’s his name?” Harry cooed, eyes still glued to the sleeping child. 

“His name is Scorpius Harry.” I smiled. Harry’s face lit up and he brushed a wisp of white-blonde hair out of the baby’s face. 

“Scorpius Harry.” He repeated, peppering little kisses on my son’s face, “Scorpius Harry, I am your uncle, Uncle Harry, and I will love you forever and ever and ever.” 

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Wedding Crashers (Fred Weasley Imagine)

A/N: This one is fairly long, but I hope you guys like it all the same! I really do :P

After what seemed to be a rather long and never-ending period of darkness, a little fun, happiness and love was just what everybody needed. You were helping the Weasleys prepare for Bill and Fleurs’ wedding, dressed in your fancy outfit; a beautiful, knee length gown, with a pretty necklace and matching earrings, your hair curled and done up elegantly. You felt quite beautiful, but you couldn’t care less because today, it was all about Fleur and Bill.

You hadn’t seen any of the Weasley boys the entirety of the morning because first, you had to help Ginny put the finishing touches on her outfit. Then, you spent the rest of the morning helping Molly decorate the Burrow with streamers, lights, flowers, and any other decoration you could imagine. “Thank you so much, (Y/N) dear, I couldn’t have finished this without you,” Molly thanked you, before glancing out the window, “Well, it looks like the boys have finished putting up the tent. We ought to get started with the decorations and the chairs and everything in there.” You nodded, grabbing your wand and following Mrs. Weasley outside to the tent.

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