Journey: Harry Potter

56.

Mya examined herself in the mirror and it didn't look pretty. Her nose was scrunched up and with each turn, the dress only looked worse. She knew it was the nineties and shoulder pads were very in, but the floral pattern didn't need to be this bad. 

"It doesn't look that bad," Fred tried to hold back his laughter. Most of his suit was on his tie not tied yet but hanging on his shoulders. 

"That bad?" Mya turned around fast, looking at him in horror. "I look like a walking talking couch!"

"A beautiful couch," Fred grinned, running his hands down her arms. 

Mya pulled a face. She loved, Molly, she really did. But this dress... it was terrible. It had long puffy sleeves and went all the way down to her ankles. Her neck and part of her chest were exposed; three long jagged scars across her chest and the one on her neck exposed with it.

She hadn't been comfortable yet with allowing everyone to see her scars, so she was thankful for the fact that Molly chose one that might have been very modest but allowed her that privacy. 

Fred had been the only one she had been able to muster up the courage to show her scars from the attack. It almost caused her an anxiety attack on their wedding night, for multiple different reasons. One that led to the pregnancy they were now hiding from Fred's crazy old great Aunt.

Fred lifted her chin up with his finger. "You look beautiful, no matter what you are wearing."

"At least the bump is hidden," Mya didn't even look like she had a shape to her body. 

"My little guy better not upset his mother today," Fred placed his hand on the bump. He had been talking to the baby a lot lately. And it was the cutest thing to Mya. 

"You're going to be an amazing dad," Mya cupped his cheeks. Rubbing her thumbs against his freshly cleaned face. "This baby is so lucky to have you."

"Yeah, for as long as I can be here," Fred smiled sadly.

"No," Mya shook her head. "No, Fred we can make sure that doesn't happen. I told you last night, Moody was supposed to die. Sirius was supposed to die two years ago... you can be the same way. You're going to be here for our baby. I promise you."

Fred didn't say anything, he just kissed her. He really hoped that could happen, that he could watch his son grow up. To get to see what his baby would become. But he also knew one of them needed to not hold onto false hope. 

***

Mya stood outside the venue, watching as Fred, George, Ron, and the disguised Harry lead guests into the tent. The twins had taken some hair from a ginger boy who lived in the town down the road. It was for Harry's protection that he was Weasley today.