Chapter 10: Too little, Too late

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Fred looked up at his mom in confusion "What are you talking about, them?" He asked. "Fred don't play coy with me" Mrs Weasley said in a huff while placing her hands on her hip "I know I said I wanted to be a grandmother but I meant from Bill or Charlie, we know now Bill and Fleur are expecting. Charlie says I'm already a grandmother to his dragons...dragons Fred, but I was not exp-...well you always had a way with the girls and I always dreaded you would get one of those floozies knocked up."

Fred got up from the bed looking at his mother still confused "seriously mum what are you going on about?" "You're really going to stand there and tell me you didn't kn-...Leave the room now!" and she rushed him out of the room "Mum what has gotten into you?" "Don't ask any questions, just wait down stairs" and molly went over to her bedside.

"C'mon now sweetie if there ever was a time to wake up now is it" Mrs Weasley said while rubbing her hands and surely Isilvana had slowly opened up her eyes "nghh...wh-what happened?" "You're alright dear don't need to worry" but Isilvana started to freak out again as she tried to scramble out of the bed. "Deary hold on there, best you stay put" Mrs Weasley said as she tried to calm her down "Please don't let him" she said with a panic voice "Oh you poor thing" and she hugged her for a long time allowing Isilvana to just sob into her shoulder as long as she needed.

Isilvana finally stopped her crying "Oh Mrs Weasley it was awful, I'm sorry I know you love your son but I truly was terrified in that moment...it-it was like something over came him" she said while wiping away her tears. Molly looked at her "I am truly sorry he put you through that and believe me his father and I will deal with him. However my dear you are my main concern right now and it's best you don't stress you body too much bec-" "Well when do you think this sickness will subside?" and Mrs Weasley went silent for a moment.

Mrs Weasley rubbed her cheek with a hand "Oh sweetie, depending how the baby makes you feel, I say a few more months or when I was preg-" "I'm sorry but I'm not pregnant" Isilvana said with a nervous laugh and looked down "I can't be...can I?" "Isilvana I knew the moment I saw you, you were glowing it just wasn't my place to say anything or ask. I truly thought you and Fred knew" "Oh gawd Fred...does he know?" "No he does not, I had to stop myself because you two want to participate in adult activities....I figured you two should discuss this as adults" and Isilvana just went red at those words. Isilvana was still worried "But Molly I don't want to see him" "Well dear you really have no choice, now while you speak with him I will be speaking with Mr Weasley about your situation" and as she was about to walk out she turned around and told her "Isilvana you are not alone in this and that child will be immensely loved and for what it's worth I know you'd make a wonderful mother" and left the room.

A few minuets had passed and there was a knock on her door, she really did not want to let him in but like Mrs Weasley said she has no choice "Come in" she said in a soft voice and in walked Fred looking guilty and miserable "Isilvana I am so sorry, I truly did not mean to hurt you or cause you any grief...it's just that my past life is dark and twisted. I'm scared that if I tell you those things you would look at me different and leave" and he lowered his head in shame.

Isilvana was standing on one end of the room since she did not want to be close to him for the moment "Has your mother told you anything?" "No all she said was to come up here make sure you're okay and see if you needed anything." Isilvana just stood there with her eyes closed trying to figure out the best way to tell him "So you know how I had fainted off the broom, the fever, the always rushing to throw up?" "Yeah why?" he said with a raised brow "Well...turns out I'm not sick at all.....I'm actually...I'm pregnant Fred" and his eyes just went wide, wider than she had ever seen them go.

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