I had many short stories that I made, and are still currently making because I get bored a lot and You guys would probably like it 🤷🏽♀️
It ranges from:
• the '80
•the '90
•the '00
• the '10
•the '20
•Random story ideas (oc characters)
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What if: He died and his brother was the only way to fix your pain?
"Molly, I don't know if I would be able to come. It's still too soon." I tell Molly, My late Husband's mother - who's been nothing but nice to me since I met her. "It's okay, love. Take all the time that you need okay." She says before hanging up the phone. It's been 7 months, 28 days, and 15 seconds since the death of him, and 5 months since the birth of our child. "Fuck." I say under my breath as I hear Benny, my bouncing bundle of joy cry from his room. I walk into his room, picking him up, cradling him in my arms. "What's wrong my baby boy?" I say rocking him back and forth as he starts to calm down. "Grandma said she wants to see you," I whisper to him as he nods off to sleep. "We're gonna visit grandma next week huh?" I say changing my mind from before. "So she can see how beautiful you are," I say before placing him back in his crib. I had a lot to do before seeing them.
Knocking on the door with Benny laying down on my shoulder. Our small luggage sits beside us while I have Benny's bag on my other shoulder. "Hello, Darlin-" Molly stops in her tracks as she stares at the smiling boy laying on my shoulder. "Molly, who is it, Darling?" Authur says walking behind her, stopping dead in his tracks as well. "Well, are you going to invite me in?" I say with a hint of laughter. "Of course, Of course." She says opening the door wider letting me in. "I'll grab your bags," Authur says, taking Benny's bag off of my shoulder. I see the entire family of Weasleys including Harry and Hermione with their respective counterparts excluding him. I smile, supporting Benny's back with my now free hand. Percy and Bill move from their seats, greeting me and letting me sit down. I take Benny off my shoulder, sitting him on my lap. He starts giggling as I take off his hat, revealing the little red hairs that sprung from his head. I turn him around so that he is facing the crowd. He laughs at everyone as they stare in awe at him. "Everyone this is Benny Fredrick Weasley," I say as he puts his hand in his mouth. 'Can I hold him?" Molly asks as I carefully hand him over to her. She cradles her grandson calling Authur over. "How are you?" George was the first to speak up. "Um, I'm fine. You guys?" There were tons of goods and alrights. "He looks so much like Freddie, don't he Authur?" I overhear Molly say.
Fred.
Fred.
Fred.
Fred.
I feel my heart beating loud in my ears as I couldn't breathe. I start hyperventilating. "I need to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back," I say walking up the stairs straight into the bathroom. "Fuck Fuck Fuck" I say mumbling to myself as I hear knocking on the bathroom door. I cover my ears, hearing the knocking get louder. I start crying. "GO AWAY. GO AWAY." I yell over and over again, hearing the door jam open. The person crouches down and hugs me. "Calm down." They repeat over and over again. It's George.
George
George
George
George.
"It's me, George. Calm down for me, please." He says in my ear. I start to breathe normally taking in my surroundings. I hear Benny start to cry. "I need to get to Benny, He's crying because I was," I say sniffing. I get off my ass leaving George on the ground. He quickly Stands up, grabbing my wrist. "I'll get him, Just calm down and go sit in my room okay." He pleads as I nod.
Walking down the hall brought about many suppressed memories we had together. I enter the twin's room expecting him to be there waiting for me. But no one was there. They kept his side of the room preserved, everything went untouched. I touched his sweater that laid in its drawer that Molly made for him one Christmas many moons ago. I imagine what his expression would have been like if he held his son for the first time.
"He looks a lot like you," I say as Benny wraps his tiny hand around His finger. Benny's full of giggles as his father plays with him. "Let's hope he's not as much of a trouble maker as you were," I say, walking behind him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He smiles as he keeps on playing with Benny. "I can't believe we're bloody parents." He says as Benny slowly nods off to sleep. "I can't either-
"Look there, momma." A voice interrupted my thoughts as I turned around and saw George walk in, cradling Benny. "Hi Baby," I say walking over to him Benny seemed to be holding on to George's finger as he held him. As soon as Benny saw me, His eyes got wider and smiled. We walked over to his bed and sat down. "We need to talk," George says in a serious tone. "What is it?" I say playing with Benny's orange hair. "You're not alright. You can stop lying now."
