Dear Fred Weasley ✔

Chapter six

The house finally started to fill with noises from the Weasley family. When Blue woke up crying I picked her up and walked downstairs to get her a bottle. Right as my foot hit the last step Ginny snatched Blue from my hands.

I padded into the kitchen and collected the things for her bottle. After pouring the steaming hot water from the kettle into the formula, I walked back into the living room and took Blue back from Ginny. I got a few odd looks, because for the past few weeks I haven't been able to take care of Blue like a normal mum. It was hard for me to look at her and not see Fred. But last night helped me a lot, I know Fred loves me and I know he didn't mean to do what he did. I was still upset about loosing Fred yes, but I need to be a good mum for my babies, both if them.

I fed Blue her bottle a small smile on my face. She drank the whole bottle so fast I wasn't surprised, her dad was the same way. "You remind me so much of your daddy." I whispered. "Do you remember him? I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't." I added quietly. Mrs. Weasley walked up to me and smiled.

"You're a born mother." She said, I smiled at her and said;

"I had some help along the way." I was recurring to her. Mrs. Weasley helped me so much with Blue. Even when Fred was here she helped me so much. I guess it was because Blue is her first granddaughter. She was already being spoiled by her her family.

"Why dear, it was no trouble." She spike so kindly, something I never heard from my mum. My mum was crule. If I got an A on an essay she wanted an A+. If I got perfect on my Newts she wanted the sane on my OWLS. She was... Heartless. I always told Fred I was scared that I would turn into her when I'm older he gave me the same answer.

'Never in a million years would I let the love of my life become like her mother.' Was what he would always say. Every time he spike those words I knew he was telling the truth. Fred would never let me become cold and heartless like my mother.

My father wasn't as bad, but in his own way he was just as bad. My dad was a doctor. He worked hard and carried a lit of stress. Every night he would come home and get drunk. It was a never ending cycle I'm surprised that he can still perform a surgery with all the brain cells he's lost.

I put Blue over my shoulder and burped her. Mrs. Weasley shuffled around the kitchen trying to cook up breakfast and Harry walked in the front door with Teddy in his arms and his carrier in his hand.

"Morning Harry." I greeted him, he gave me a large smile and walked up to me kissing my cheek and Blue's forehead.

"Morning Amelia, Blue." He replied. Ginny came running down the stairs and tackled Harry in a hug kissing him on the lips. I sighed and set Blue on the ground letting her crawl around a little bit, she was babbling and giggling to herself as she wandered around with Teddy.

"Do you think they're talking to each other?" Ron asked from beside me. I laughed lightly.

"That Ronald just might be possible." I told said, George walked down the stairs and walked up to Blue sweeping her up into his arms and kissing her cheek repeatedly. She squealed which was followed by giggles.

"Breakfast!" Mrs. Weasley called. Ron bolted for the kitchen everyone trailing behind, I put Teddy and Blue into a playpen for the time being and walked into the kitchen.

The table was loud and full of conversations like it always had been, I ate my pancakes and talked to Hermione about her parents, they finally remembered who she was, which was so great because she had been trying to give then their memories back for a few weeks now.