Y/n stared at the lifeless figure below her. Her mouth was agape, tears flooding her eyes.It was too much to handle. It was too much to comprehend. Remus Lupin was gone.
Remus was y/n's inspiration: a smart, caring, compassionate person. A person who had been through so much and gave great advice.
Fred wrapped his arms around her, her crying into his chest while he did the same on her shoulder. He lifted his head and kissed her temple.
"I can't believe he's gone." y/n sobbed. Her tears created a spot on Fred's shirt.
"Shh..." He rubbed her back gently and rested his chin on the top of her head. "I know... He was a wonderful person."
Y/n stayed silent. She tried to calm herself, drying her eyes a bit before looking at her fiancé. Her eyes were red from the tears and lack of sleep. No one could sleep with this war going on.
"I never wan't to lose you, y/n."
Her eyes filled with water once more. "What about Teddy?" she asked, changing the topic back to Lupin's death.
Still rubbing her back, Fred smiled with teary eyes. "We'll take care of him."
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The war had ended, and it was a happier time for everyone. Y/n awoke to hear George snoring loudly in his own bed. She unwrapped herself from Fred's embrace and walked over to Teddy's crib, smiling as she picked him up. Cradling him in his arms, she walked down the stairs to find Mrs. Weasley fixing breakfast in the kitchen.
"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley." she said cheerfully.
"Good morning, y/n dear. I hope you slept well."
"I did. Thank you." She set Teddy down in his high chair. "Do you need any help with breakfast?" she asked.
"Oh no, dear. But, thank you."
Footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. "Mum."
Mrs. Weasley turned to face one of her sons.
"Let us fix breakfast. You could use a break."
The redhead woman shook her head with a grin. "Alright, Fred."
Fred walked over to y/n and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her close. He pressed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately. "Good morning, Love." he began, resting his forehead on hers. "You got out of bed so quickly that I didn't have time to snatch you back up for a good morning kiss."
"Well, maybe if you'd woken up about 50 seconds earlier."
He chuckled. "Yeah."
Y/n turned around, facing the smiling toddler banging on the high chair tray. "He looks so much like his father." she whispered, changing the tone in her voice.
Fred moved his arms around her waist, holding her from behind. "How can you tell? He's a metamorphagus."
"You just can."
