𝙿𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 - 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 | ✔︎

Chapter 11

It wasn't long before the week leading up to the Quidditch World Cup arrived. Sirius, Remus and Natasha had been happily living together, and there was never a dull moment, especially when Fred and George visited.

A pranking war occurred when Natasha stole one of Remus' chocolate bars, which ended in Sirius' hair turning pink for a week, Remus' clothes all turning inside out no matter how many times he folded them, and Natasha's back sprouting a lion's tail.

The day that Molly was supposed to pick Natasha up was chaotic.

She had packed a bag with everything she needed the day before, but Sirius was convinced she didn't have enough red to support Bulgaria.

"Dad for the last time, the twins and I are supporting Ireland, not Bulgaria!" she cried, throwing the red scarf out of her bag. Sirius groaned, clearly unamused with his daughter's decision.

"Yes, but sweetheart, you're a Gryffindor, surely that means something," he whined, his attire clearly showing his support for Bulgaria. Though he couldn't leave Grimmauld Place, Natasha was leaving her mirror behind for him, as Charlie had promised to bring his along with him when he arrived.

"Dad being in Gryffindor and supporting Ireland are two COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THINGS!" Natasha shrieked, causing Remus to pop his head out of the kitchen.

"She is right you know Padfoot, after all, Bulgaria has its own wizarding school, Durmstrang, and they're a rival school to Hogwarts," he reasoned, causing Sirius to slump headfirst on the couch. Remus chuckled before heading back into the kitchen.

"I hate it when he's right," Sirius remarked, his words muffled by the cushion his face was mushed into. Natasha giggled and pushed her father over, so that his face wasn't squished.

"But we all secretly know you like it, right dad?" she whispered, to which Sirius responded with a simple nod. It was then that Molly decided to swoop in through the fireplace, with Fred, George and Arthur right behind her.

"TWINNIES!" Natasha yelled, running over and pulling them by their necks into a hug. They both held her in a hug, though Fred's arm never moved, directing Sirius' eyes. Fred pretended to ignore the eyes of his best friend's father, instead looking at the spot of food on his shirt.

"Sirius, my it's been a while!" Arthur exclaimed, clapping the man on his shoulder. Remus came out from the kitchen and was immediately jumped on by Molly, who was insistent on making sure he was okay as the full moon was in a few days.

Fred, George and Natasha checked to make sure she had left nothing behind, both reassuring Sirius they would look after the girl. Arthur and Molly also backed this up, by reasoning that Charlie and Bill would both be there.

With that, Arthur and Molly were the first to leave through the fireplace. Molly had left some food behind for Remus and Sirius, which the twins and Natasha had unsuccessfully tried to get their hands on. "First you wear green now you eat my food? You're tearing me apart Natasha!" Sirius cried, hugging the food to his body.

Natasha pulled Remus into a hug first, his chocolate scent having become familiar in the month he had been living with them. "Look after yourself Uncle Moony - and owl me if dad gets too annoying," she added the second part quietly, bringing a smirk to his face.

"I can handle him shorty, just focus on having fun," he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"That's long enough Moony, she's mine now!" yelled Sirius, as he picked up Natasha in a bear hug. He wiped Remus' kiss off of Natasha's forehead and placed a kiss off his own in the same spot, grinning after.

"Have fun sweetheart," he said, as he death-stared the two boys standing by the fireplace.

"Even one hair on her head is out of place and I'll show you just what Azkaban showed me," he growled, the twin's face's paling at the threat. With one last soft look at Natasha, the three stepped into the fireplace together, with Fred's arm wrapped securely around Natasha's waist.

He certainly wasn't planning on breaking his promise to her father.

"The Burrow!" George stated, and in a flash of green light, the three were safely whisked away to the Burrow, leaving the two remaining residents of Grimmauld Place to fend for themselves.

"Chocolate?" Remus asked.

"Always," replied Sirius.

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Natasha was peacefully asleep in her bed which was located in the twin's room, her hair sprawled out and her face not contorted with pain. She didn't need to beg Molly for the room, as she had always stayed with the two whenever she visited, though Molly did ask if she wanted to bunk with Ginny and Hermione.

Fred and George's beds were opposite Natasha's, though they were anything but asleep. George was already downstairs, stealing from the pile of breakfast Molly had just whipped up, whilst Fred was watching over Natasha.

He couldn't help but stare at her features, entranced by her tiny button nose and her delicate eyelashes. How her hair stayed perfect around her head, creating a black halo that framed her face.

He reached out his hand and ran his fingers through a curl in her hair, the shampoo's scent from when she had washed her hair a night ago still lingering. In all the years he had known her, she had never changed it, using the recipe her mother had created.

It smelt like roses and rain, and there was no denying it was Fred's favourite scent.

She stirred, and slowly opened her eyes, her vision only showing Fred in his Weasley jumper and pyjama bottoms. "Morning," she croaked, reaching a hand up to hold Fred's as he continued to play with her hair.

"Morning love," he whispered. She hummed in content as he continued to run his fingers through her hair, both blind to the fact George, Molly and Charlie were all standing at the door, looking at the sight.

"How are they not together yet?" Charlie asked quietly, to which Molly lightly hit the back of his head.

"I could ask the same thing about you and that girl you work with, what was her name again?" Molly asked and George answered smugly.

"I believe it's Freya, mother dearest." He smirked at Charlie before running downstairs, leaving the remaining two to continue looking at Fred and Natasha.

They were lost in their own little world, where grades, people and pranks didn't matter. It was as if they were in a trance, and the slightest of movement could break the fragile shell.

So, of course, George was the one responsible for breaking up Romeo and Juliet.

As soon as Molly went back downstairs, George got the jug of water sitting inside Charlie's room, and tip toed to the lovers, pouring it over them both. Natasha spluttered and jumped from her bed and Fred jumped onto the bed, his wand raised.

"George Weasley!" Natasha scolded, her hands on her hips. Fred smirked and extended his hand to Natasha, helping her to his side. George paled at the sight of his two best friends, one smirking and one glaring.

He knew exactly what was going to happen.

"Shall we, my lady?" Fred asked, bowing for Natasha. Her smile returned for a quick second as she curtseyed for him.

"We so very well shall, my lord."