Songbird ; Fred Weasley

Ninety-four

I was still in bed when Fred walked into the room with a newspaper, throwing himself next to me.

"Look." He handed me the newspaper and I groaned, rubbing at my eyes before looking where he was pointing.

It was a house that was for sale in New York. I pulled myself up into a sitting position, grabbing the newspaper.

"It's located in Brooklyn." Fred told me while I read over the details on the house.

It was a townhouse with four bedrooms, four bathrooms. Hardwood floors, air conditioning and the house looked bright and open.

"Does it have a basement?" I asked, looking at Fred who was holding himself up on one elbow.

"I have no idea, but I was thinking we could go spend some time over there and look at some different places. Your dads already given permission for us to stay at his penthouse."

"We can't do that." I sighed. "What about Phoebe's school?"

"Well that's why we have to go to New York while she's not in school. It's the summer holidays, remember? She doesn't start her second year until September."

Fred raised a hand and brushed a lock of hair out of my face.

"We should do it, babe. We can't stay here forever. We're living in your parents house, and your mother just gave birth a week ago. Plus, with Flora, Eliza and Toby living here whenever they're not at Hogwarts, it gets a little crowded. Our kids deserve their own home instead of growing up in the same house as their aunts and uncle."

I let out a small groan, but I definitely agreed with him.

That's how we ended up in the penthouse a few days later. Fred unpacked everything, getting the cribs out of the bag,

We used an extension charm and made the cribs smaller so we could take them with us.

We did that with a lot of our stuff, and while Fred unpacked, I made some lunch for the five of us.

"Mama, can I have peanut butter on mine?" Phoebe asked, looking up at me as she walked into the kitchen.

"Sure, darling. Can you grab it for me?" I gestured towards the fridge.

Phoebe marched over to the fridge and used all of her weight to pull the door open. Then she grabbed the peanut butter, shut the fridge again and joined me at the kitchen island.

"Here you go, mama."

"Thank you, my beautiful." I smiled down at her. "Can you set the table for me?"

"Okay." She said cheerfully, walking over to grab the plates off the counter.

Fred came into the kitchen, ruffling Phoebe's hair before he showed up at my side.

"The playpen is all set up and I put both Dora and Cal in there. This flat isn't baby proofed so I don't trust to let them crawl around freely."

"Cal can't crawl." I grinned.

"But he can roll over and hit his head on something." He said. "So they're in the playpen, and I've put their cribs in the room next to ours. Phoebe will also be sleeping in there. She wants to be close to Dora and Cal."

We ate lunch together at the table while Callum napped. Dora sat in her high chair, feeding herself some soft toast sliced into squares, and a boiled egg because she loved boiled eggs.

"Are you excited to go look at houses?" Fred asked Phoebe who eagerly nodded while stuffing her face with her peanut butter sandwich. "What would your dream house have?"