Songbird ; Fred Weasley

One-hundred

Chapter 100!!!

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Two months later, Fred and I walked through the door to our new house, with our kids.

Callum was on my arm and Dora who had learned how to walk about a month ago, was holding Fred's hand.

Phoebe let go of his other hand to run inside of the house, gasping at everything she saw. Everything she found interesting.

"It's so bright!" Phoebe exclaimed, and I couldn't help but laugh as she ran around the living room.

She jumped onto the grey sofa and stared out of the window, 'oooh'ing as she took in the view.

Even though the view was where we had just walked, on our way to the door.

We then watched as she jumped off the sofa and ran over to the black fireplace, reaching up to touch the top of it.

"Are you rich?" She asked and turned to look at Fred and I.

Fred laughed softly, picking Dora onto his arm before approaching Phoebe. We're not rich, sweetheart."

We're a little rich.

"Do you want to see your bedroom?" He asked her.

"Yeah!" She exclaimed before sprinting towards the stairs as if she knew exactly where to go.

"Wrong way, Phoebes." I called out. "Your room is downstairs."

Phoebe stopped, placing her hand on the railing. She looked at me with a frown.

"The basement?"

"Not the basement, no." I chuckled. "The ground floor."

The main entrance to the house was on the first floor. The stairs outside led up here, but under the stairs was another door so you could also walk into the ground floor instead.

There's two bedrooms down there, along with a bathroom, a living room and a smaller kitchen.

Up here, we have the main living room, the main kitchen, a dining table between the two areas, and a set of doors leading out on the patio.

From the patio, you can walk down a staircase to the garden.

Fred and I share the master bedroom on the second floor, with our own bathroom, and the second bedroom up there, is Callum's. He also gets a private bathroom, not that he needs one, but we figured since he's our youngest, we want him closest to us.

He's still being bottle fed, but Theodora has moved on to only solids.

With Dora on his arm, Fred showed Phoebe down to the first floor to show her her bedroom, and meanwhile, I sat on the sofa and reached into the back I had put on the floor.

I found Callum's bottle and held him in a semi-upright position. I fed him and he grabbed onto the bottle, holding it with me.

He stared up at me with his wide blue eyes, and automatically, I smiled down at him.

"Holy... shit." Max's voice caused me to lift my head.

He stepped through the door, George and Flynn following behind.

"This is your new house?" George asked. "This entire thing? From bottom to top?"

I nodded.

"Nice, right?"

"Nice?" Max gauged, making his way for the kitchen. "This is more than nice, Mavis. How can you afford this?"

I shrugged.