The Stag and The Harpy | James Potter

Fred and George

Phoebe was instantly greeted with warmth and laughter the moment she stepped into the Burrow.

Her earlier heavy conversation had faded from her mind, instead replaced with relief. She felt like this was very much a home, the closest she'd come to one since first going to the Potter's her sixth year. She'd never had a home before.

James places a supportive hand on her back, murmuring quietly,

"I'm gonna go congratulate Arthur. You alright?"

Phoebe quickly smiles and nods, watching him walk towards the now father of five. The Veela hesitates before she approaches the group of girls sitting around Molly. The woman with clementine hair looked both exhausted and over joyed, especially when she saw Phoebe.

"Come here, dearie!!"

Lily, Marlene, and Alice all look up, Lily gushing, "Come see my godson, Pheebs! He's perfect!"

"Not so fast, Evans." Phoebe peers over her shoulder to see Remus approaching, a proud look on his face as he touts, "My godson is the most perfect."

Phoebe feels a surge of affection for both Arthur and Molly, naming two of the kindest people on the planet godparents of their new boys. Phoebe smiles at Remus and shuffles closer to the happy mother, her grey eyes widening at the sight of two neatly swaddled boys in her arms.

They were pink with new life, full heads of unruly orange hair that marked them as Weasley-Prewett kin. Phoebe wrinkles her nose slightly, asking nervously,

"Um... which one is which?"

Molly groans, "Now that is the question of the century. Fred screams more, but George really likes to yank on people's hair."

Phoebe stifles a laugh at their names, quick glancing over to see their name sakes chatting with James and Arthur. Fabian and Gideon looked almost as proud as the new parents.

"Fred is absolutely angelic," Lily defends, doting on her godson. Phoebe smiles when Remus scoffs before reaching over to gently brush his hand over George's hair.

"They're going to be trouble makers, just like their uncles!" Marlene laughs, Alice nodding in agreement while Phoebe stares quietly at the babies.

"Would you like to hold them, Pheebs?" Molly asks kindly, leaning forward in her rocker. The Veela pales, taking a timid step back as she says quietly,

"I don't reckon that's a good idea. I've never...I don't actually think I've seen a baby this small before."

She jumps slightly when a hand touches her arm. James. Her cheeks warm slightly as he reaches forward and gently takes George into his arms, looking every bit the natural. Despite the nervousness swirling in her gut, Phoebe can't help but smile as he gently sways the baby back and forth. He has a wide grin on his face, a carefree laugh bubbling from his chest when George's little chubby hands swat at James' glasses.

Phoebe winces when Lily suddenly stands in front of her with Fred in her arms. Her friend is smiling encouragingly, but Phoebe remains unsure, whispering,

"Merlin, Lils I can't—"

"Yes you can. It's easy, just make sure you support his neck. If you can take care of James and Sirius, you can hold a baby."

Phoebe cringes when the baby lets out an piercing wail, saying hurriedly, "Lily, he's upset."

"Hold him," The copper haired witch insists. Phoebe gingerly holds out her arms, her eyes widening further as Lily gently places the crying boy close to the Veela's chest. She feels like she's on the verge of a panic attack when Lily steps back, leaving her and the wailing twin alone.