𝙿𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 - 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 | ✔︎

Chapter 63

"You know, we were going to name you Elvendork once," Sirius said as he danced with his daughter. She smiled as she lay her head on his chest, and as he twirled her around, she put proper thought into it.

"It's unisex, is it not? It would have rather suited me," she said wistfully, her eyes looking over Sirius' shoulder, to where her husband was dancing with Molly.

"James was set on one of our seven children being named Elvendork. We were also going to have a James Jr as one of your younger brothers, and a Sirius Orion Potter the First on James' side," he reminisced, his arms tightening on Natasha's one last time just as the music came to a steady holt.

"Mrs Weasley?" a charming voice said. Natasha swivelled around to meet Lee's eyes, and she hugged him giddily, her face beaming.

"Actually, it's Black-Weasley, though I'm requesting that Black goes into my middle name, and I'll do the same for my children if Fred and I ever have them," she explained, fiddling with her wedding band.

"Aw, already thinking of little ones. Well Uncle Lee better be a godfather to one of them, mark my words!" Lee said spiritedly, his hair bouncing along with his body.

"I think you'll find I'll be the first godfather, after all I am Natasha's favourite," Charlie said with a smug smile, wrapping his arms around Natasha gently. She slapped his hands, shaking her head with a giggle.

"Charlie, Fred and I haven't even discussed children yet, let alone who the godparents will be and if the children will even have godparents," Natasha firmly spoke, her eyes serious and her tone final. Aurelia smiled over at her girl as she sat off to the side with Hermione, giving the eager girl study tips.

"Oh, I wish I could have a wedding like this one day," Hermione sighed, tucking a stray piece of her bushy hair behind her ear. Aurelia grabbed her hands in her own, focusing Hermione's eyes on her.

"Every girl has dreamt of their wedding at least once in their life, but my advice to you Hermione is take your time. Don't get married just because everyone else is. Sirius and I were married only a few days before the birth of our child, and though I don't regret either of those things, I wish I could go back and have spent more time living my life."

"You were only eighteen?" Hermione asked in shock, and Aurelia nodded.

"Just a few months younger than Fred and Natasha, and eight months pregnant. Thankfully, I had been able to hide my pregnancy during my final months of school with a cloaking spell, but I tell you, it was hard. Plus, my parents had disowned me during my sixth year, which I only found out after I came home for the summer holidays. No one came to pick me up, and I was just fortunate enough that Euphemia, James' mother, had left her scarf on the platform, because she, like she had done with Sirius, welcomed me into her family."

"But that didn't mean Sirius and I didn't have any money. Sirius' uncle had passed away before we graduated, which had left us with some sufficient funds, and his parents had passed, leaving only Regulus behind, who lived with his friends anyways."

"That's horrible, being all alone," Hermione gasped. Aurelia nodded slowly, and inhaled deeply, removing tears from her eyes.

"All I ask of you Hermione, and the same goes with Ginny and every other girl in your life, is that you hold onto the things you love most and cherish them deeply. Marriage doesn't mean you love someone any more than you do already, for if you don't love them enough before, how does a ring make it any better?"

Hermione swallowed each and every word Aurelia told her, as her eyes flickered over to Ron, who was smiling and chatting away with Natasha and Angelina. Fred had purchased some new clothes for him, which he deeply admired, and it was clear blue suited him, especially the shirt he was wearing.

"Fancying my brother, Granger?" George asked, sidling up next to her, and Hermione huffed, earning a smirk from Aurelia.

"I was just – looking at the beautiful flower set up by the garden, that's all!" Hermione protested, but George could see straight through her. He chose not to say anything else, extending his hand to Aurelia.

"A dance, oh great one?" he asked cockily.

"Why Mr Weasley, I thought you'd never ask," Aurelia replied with a smile, leading him onto the dance floor.

"You better not be stealing my wife!" Sirius hollered from across the room, and George started to boogie on the floor, completely ignoring the man. He pulled out some odd moves, moonwalking everywhere, and Aurelia tried to follow along, though she hadn't danced for quite a few years.

"I call this the Flying Phoenix!" George demonstrated what could only be described as a monstrosity, and Natasha chuckled from where she was standing with Fred, safely tucked into his arms.

"This is what I always imagined our wedding would be Freddie," she whispered in content. Fred kissed her head as softly as he had always done, looking around at the scene before them.

Remus and Nymphadora were still dancing slowly in the centre of the room, surrounded by a few other couples still able to stand on their feet. Others like Adrian, Oliver and Bill were as drunk as they could ever be, singing to themselves in the corner like they were famous.

"I always imagined we would get married in front of Hogwarts, and as we kissed, I would flip off each and every teacher who told me I would never get anywhere in life with the way I was going. Then of course we would reveal to the world that we were going to have twenty children, all with red hair but no hand-me-down robes, and it would have been perfect."

"I am not pushing out twenty red-heads thank you very much. A simpler amount of maybe three, with one kid who has my hair at least would be divine." Fred smirked, pulling his wife in for another kiss, and Natasha covered her lips with her hands, shaking her head.

"Oh no, don't think you're getting away with this mister. I know spells seventh years dream of performing, and don't think I don't know how to cast ducks. Because I do," she said, her smile wide and happy.

"Wait, there's a spell for producing ducks?"

"My love, there's a spell for everything, you just have to figure it out."