Waking Up (Sequel to Helpless Dreams)

The Flashs

The first week after the wedding was great. Then we went home from our wonderful trip to France...

I stepped into the house, the first time while I wasn't pregnant, and threw my bags aside and ran up the stairs. Fred yelled after me but I went and looked at Hopes room, it was perfect. The crib rested in the center of the room with a pink sheet on its small mattress. The walls were a light pink, it was a perfect room. Fred came in and gasped then covered it up with a cough. He brushed my hair out of my face and kissed me. I turned around and I could have sworn I saw a tear in his eye.

The door suddenly opened and Fred protectively shielded me behind him. It was Mrs Weasley, "Dear me I didn't mean to scare you guys, I was just thinking Hope probably wanted to see her mummy and daddy." I gasped when I saw Hope, she did not look a week old, she looked a month old. My motherly instincts, which I was unaware I had, kicked in 110% and I snatched my baby from Molly's arm and did the thing I had only heard of, I looked at her face and felt her forehead for a fever. She was completely normal... but aging way to quickly.

        "Hope baby... what's wrong..." I panicked, and up until that moment I don't think I have ever seen Fred so scared, but then again I missed a lot while in that coma... His eyes were wide and his face was pale. "Baby... Molly? Do... do you know what's wrong? Did she take a potion from George or eat something Hermione cooked?" I said feeling very hot suddenly, she gave me a weak smile.

        "I'm sorry Rose... I think this is something you will have to ask your mother about." Molly told me kissing her grand baby on the head before leaving, Fred took her and sat with her on the rocking chair. She had perfect red hair, but other then that she was a mini me... the one I had seen in visions before. I gave Fred a nod before I sat on the couch. I did the only thing I could think of. I thought of Hope, or as we named her, Alexandra Ginevra Molly Hope Weasley.

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I saw my daughter, I knew it was her but I am unsure how as she looked little like she did presently. Fred was chasing after her as she toddled around our house. I was struggling to put up baby gates so she couldn't wonder up the stairs or down them or get anywhere where we didn't want them, such as the room where the fireplace is where we floo places. I was now laughing at Hope who was now chasing Fred holding his wand. I scooped her up and gave her a zerbert. She giggle madly and I smiled at her lovingly.

"I don't know why we bother Rose, we both know she will have figured out a way around the gate by dinner and we will be at square one, she's smart like that, just like her mum." Fred told me brushing sweat off of his forehead. I laughed and screamed as he flicked some at me, Hope copied me.

"Oh no you don't. I will not be blamed for my child's brains because she only acts out because you are her father. I am sure if I breed with Percy my child would be perfectly normal." I told him, he was laughing madly, probably about me saying breed with Percy.

I looked more closely at Rosanna, she looked almost a year and a half old. She was struggling in Fred's arms. "Da-da, da-da no." Fred sighed as Hope mumbled those words and he set her in her crib, I shock my head at Fred amused.

"You know that won't hold her long, come on we gotta eat supper anyway, after dinner granny (who I assume is Molly) is expecting us." I told Fred, he smiled and I walked into the kitchen, no doubt being chased by Hope. Her red hair, which was quite curly, flew behind her as she ran, I laughed and picked her up putting her in her high chair. I placed a small portion of mashed potatoes in front of her with some peas and corn, she also had her pumpkin juice in a sippy cup, she gets mad when we give her sippy cups, she is very smart for her age.