𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒; fred weasley x fem!reader

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO; 17 years later [version 1]

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PART FIVE
17 Years Later
[ Version 1 ]

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" y/n's point of view "

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"FRED, COME ON!" I shouted from the living room, looking over at the clock that ticked on our wall. "You're gonna make us late!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Fred insisted as he hurried down the stairs, pulling on his jacket. "Sorry, everyone."

Teddy Remus Lupin, who was now 17 years old, shook his head.

"If I wanted to be late, I probably would've stayed at Grandma's." He said with a shrug, giving me a look that made him resemble his father even more than usual.

Teddy had only been staying with us for the last week of the summer, as he usually lived with his grandmother, Andromeda Tonks, my father's cousin.

"Hey." Fred frowned and Teddy grinned back.

"Okay, so, can we go now?" Another voice asked expectantly.

"Someone's in a rush." Fred commented and our son rolled his eyes.

Matthew Sirius Weasley wasn't usually rude, I knew it was because he was 11, and that's what 11-year-old boys were like, and that he was nervous for his first year at Hogwarts.

He, funnily enough, shared a middle name with his cousin, James, Harry's first born son. The boys were born within the same week and it was completely unintentional. At the time, I was mad about it, but now I didn't mind it as much. The boys found it funny.

Matty scoffed, looking a little embarrassed. "No."

"Uh, huh." Fred shot me a glance, the amusement clear on his face. "Okay, well, let's get going, then."

I helped Matty with his trunk, and Teddy held the hand of the youngest of the three boys.

Andrew Regulus Weasley was only 6 years old, and he was named after my uncle. My real uncle, that was.

After the war, I had learned a lot more about Regulus than I had known my entire life. Harry told me about the Horcruxes, and how Regulus had been one of the first people to find out about them and attempt to destroy them, resulting in his own death.

And if anyone wanted to argue with me about me naming Andrew after him, I would gladly point out the fact that Harry named his own son after Snape.

Fred was the one to drive us to King's Cross Station. He said driving regular muggle cars was easier than when he drove his dad's flying car when we were 14.

"So, who else is gonna be there today?" I asked as we took the boys' luggage from the car and moved them onto trolleys.

"Grandma said she would come to see me off." Teddy spoke first, despite the fact he wasn't who I was talking to.