Blue Belle {Fred Weasley}

Chapter 94

Back home in Devon, Lyall began to cook some dinner as Fred and Belle resided upstairs. Fred sat on Belle's bed with his legs spread and Belle sat pressed against his chest, her body between his legs. Holding onto her hand, Fred let her play with his fingers silently as he admired her bedroom. You could tell that Belle hardly stayed there but Lyall kept himself busy by keeping it tidy and giving it a home-like feel. The couple hadn't spoken much during their time at the Lupin household so far but that didn't matter, not any more. 

Fred couldn't deny that since he had been with Belle in a relationship that he had changed, for the better? He wasn't sure but he was fully aware of his adaption. Perhaps it was because everything that troubled the girl had now been brought onto him making him mature in more than one way or perhaps it was because he was maturing by himself. Of course, he was still the mischevious, daring Fred Weasley, but with a softer, sensitive, responsible side dip. Maybe Belle and his relationship were what he needed for him to finally realise that there was more to life than just pranks on Filch and Slytherins. 

Drawing a breath, the boy kissed Belle's cheek bringing her to turn her head back towards him and lock eyes. Her bright blue orbs had grown darker since the notification of her mothers' passing and the bags beneath her eyes had grown heavier. Fred brought his hand up to her cheek and ran his thumb down her scar from the World Cup. "We'll get through it all, y'know. This period in our lives will be something to reflect on with the grandkids and tell them about how brave we were. It will be over soon and all simply memories."

"How soon, Freddie?" Belle asked,  nuzzling her face into his hands. 

Fred exhaled and shook his head, "I don't know, Bella, but I will be with you every step of the way and will not leave your side."

"But you might not be coming back to school."

"We are actually, Harry has come to help us with that. He gave me and Georgie his winnings, he claimed he didn't need the money. We have the money for a building and maybe even much more, Bella, so I will be with you, I promise and I will help you with all of your work and most of all I will help you get through this dark time. How is everything anyway, is he, still there?"

Belle shook her head, "I haven't heard him, not at all. Do you think its the potions?"

"Probably," replied Fred, "are you feeling better?"

"Uh... I think so, I mean, I don't really know but I do think I am, I just wish for a break from it all. An escape, you know? One where everything doesn't matter and nothing is going on, just me and you because right now I think I just want to be with you for a bit, you can take my mind off of everything."

Fred chuckled, "and how do you suppose I do that?"

The girl shrugged, "I'm not sure, you always seemed to be able to do so anyway, so work your magic."

"Okay then..."

* * *

BANG!

CRASH!

"What on earth?" Lyall muttered to himself, placing down his mug of coffee and heading upstairs to his granddaughter's bedroom. He knocked on the door which silenced the hushed whispers and pushed it open. What he found was quite something. 

On the floor laid Belle covered in a blanket of blue and green feathers whilst Fred leaned against the wall with tears streaming down his face. Belle found herself giggling which brought a confused smile onto Lyall's lips as he stared at the messy room in amusement. He was glad that his granddaughter seemed to have pulled herself from her wallowing hole but the cause for it needed to be found out. 

"What is going on? It's like a bomb has hit it!" Exclaimed the man, shaking his head. 

Fred, still howling with laughter, handed Lyall a small blue lollypop and motioned for him to try it. Wearly the man placed it into his mouth and began to chew on it. With another BANG! and CRASH! More feathers poofed into the air as, replacing Lyall, stood a peacock. Belle fell back once again guffawing at the sight of her grandfather who turned to Fred whom careful placed a pink lollypop into his beak returning him back to his original human form. 

"What was that?" Questioned Lyall, spitting a feath from his mouth. 

"That was George and I's latest invention, Peacock Pops, the sister treat to our Canary Creams." Smirked Fred, who helped Belle onto her feet and wrapped his arms around her waist grinning sweetly at the elder wizard. 

Lyall snickered, "they're good," he told the redhead, "not only are they funny, easy to use and delicious, but they made Belle happy again. Ten out of ten rating from me, mate." 

"Thanks, Grandpa Lupin," nodded Fred, "shame my mum wouldn't approve."

"She has seven kids, I doubt she needs a blooming peacock to add to the mix! She'll come around, I know your mum well and she wasn't the rule-keeper either." Lyall winked, "Dinner will be ready in twenty. Now clear this mess, children!" He exited the room sassily and Belle sniggered once again. 

The girl bent down to clean up the feathers only to find them disappear from her hands, "you could have easily done that, love," Fred told her, and picked her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. 

"What's this for?" Belle asked him, leaning her forehead against his. 

"My beautiful girlfriend smiling once again."

Belle's smile dropped, "Is it too soon? Everyone kept saying that I will always feel saddened by her death but I will carry on with my life nonetheless. should I still be crying? I don't think I have any tears left, I'm like a raisin! All dried up!"

"Bella, it's perfectly okay. Some people grieve in this way. They start off as a grape, full of tears and cry for a few days, and then dry up into a raisin and stop crying and try to keep going despite being deeply upset about their loss at the same time."

"Where did grapes come from? I mentioned raisins." Belle furrowed her eyebrows having understod the majoirty of Fred's speech but the fruit connotations not so much. 

"Raisins are dried grapes, baby."

"No they're not!"

"Yes. They. Are!"

"You're joking!"

Fred shook his head in amusement, "I'm not for once."

"Forget witches and wizards, that is real magic!"