Landing on the shore of Bill and Fleur's beach house, was the three best friends, and with them, a small elf who both Harry and I could pledge our lives to.
A small elf that would never be forgotten and in his time proved to be without a doubt, the most loyal elf that didn't even need a master to know where his loyalties lie.
A brave elf who could be considered stronger than the majority of witches and wizards.
For ones natural response isn't to jump in front of a dagger.
Here lies Dobby.
A free Elf.
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Fred's Pov:
"Is she alright?" Mum asked me as I made my way into Bill and Fleur's kitchen, the whole family having had no choice but to meet there.
I frowned, already telling my mum the answer, "She'll be alright eventually. It's just hard on her that's all, she has to deal with the grief and the guilt."
"The guilt?"
"She called him there." I sighed, "She thinks it's her fault."
Mum only smiled. There was no changing Y/N's mind. I had tried to tell her that it wasn't her fault he died. Dobby would have done anything to save her or Harry.
Dobby had always felt he owed them his life.
I wondered over to the kitchen sink, getting a glass from the cupboard above and filling it with water. It was the least I could do.
The only thing I could think to do.
I was worried for her.
I became out of breath as I walked up the stairs. Something that the factor of age must do to you. I'm out of breath now, imagine what I'll be like when I've got two kids to chase around, and stop my girlfriend from going on crazy ass auror missions that could get herself killed.
Oh what fun.
"Love?" I knocked on the wooden door of our shared bedroom, pressing my ear up against the door to hear the soft sounds of her heavy breathing.
Throwing the door open, I saw her bloodshot red eyes, and quivering lip as she tried so hard to keep the tears in.
Rushing over to her, I placed down the cup of water, ignoring the fact that I nearly spilled it over the bedside table, and pulled her into my arms.
"Shhh, you're alright love. I've got you."
"It's all my fault Freddie."
"It's not love. Don't say that. Dobby knew what he was doing, he made the choice. It wasn't you, baby. It was Bellatrix. Please don't blame yourself."
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Days passed and I began to worry for her. Not just for her, but for the babies too.
Madam Pomfrey would be arriving soon, ready to examine the babies on Y/N's 6 moths of pregnancy.
"FREDDIE!"
We didn't return to live in the flat. Me and George went yesterday to retrieve our things, and we temporarily moved back into the burrow. Back to our old rooms, how fun.
The only difference was, George got Charlies room instead.
"Yes, love?"
"DO YOU HAVE THE BOOK?"
I sighed.
Recently, Y/N had been keeping a dieting book, recording everything she has eaten that had been suggested at the start of the pregnancy.
And she chose today to show it to Poppy.
"YES I HAVE THE BOOK!"
"DON'T SHOUT AT ME!"
She'd also become quite the bit snappier.
I was just going to put up with it. I knew she was going through a lot with her body changing and quite literally growing two humans inside of her.
But god was she being snappy with me.
I turned at the laughs that came from the corner of the room, facing my mum and dad, who had been preparing dinner.
"It's alright Fred. Your mother was exactly the same." Dad's voice was cut off with a yelp, signalling that mum had likely jabbed him in the ribs.
"She has every reason to be snappy Fred." Mum defended, "She's going through a lot at the minute, cut her some slack."
I nodded, not wishing to argue with my mum, and understanding where she was coming from.
"You need to get a ring on that girls finger." Dad added, taking me by surprise, "Not every day you find a girl like that."
"There's plenty of time dad." I smiled, "I'm waiting for the right time. But trust me, if she'll have me, that's the girl I'm going to marry. I'd love nothing more than to make her my wife."
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"POPPY!"
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD Y/N! PLEASE DON'T RUN DOWN THE STAIRS"
She'd almost fallen down the stairs twice today, I was not willing to let that happen again.
Poppy smiled, "Let's take a look then, shall we?"
Y/N laid down on her bed, once we had encouraged her to, lifting up her shirt and exposing her swollen stomach.
It was rather swollen. Her stomach appearing rounder than the last time I had seen it.
I hadn't even been able to have a look in with her.
For some reason, she hasn't let me near her recently.
Around the edges of her stomach were lines of stretch marks.
What could you expect with carrying two babies?
I thought she looked beautiful.
Y/N, however, disagreed no matter how many times I told her.
In fact she was rather embarrassed of them.
The room was rather crowded, consisting of myself, Poppy, my mum and George who had tagged along, excited to see the development of our babies.
"They look to be healthy." Poppy smiled, "No issues, and it looks like you're keeping yourself in good shape, Y/N."
"Show her the book Fred!" she demanded, me quickly obeying and handing Poppy the dietary book.
Poppy chucked at the scene before her, taking the book from me and flipping through the pages with interest.
"This all looks very well Y/N." She praised, "but have you not had any strong pregnancy cravings?"
Y/N frowned, "all the time. I've just been trying to stick to the dieting plan though. I want them to be healthy."
Poppy smiled and placed a reassuring hand on her arm, "you are doing very well dear, but it's important that you give in to these cravings once in a while. It won't hurt to"
Y/N nodded and thanked Poppy before pulling her shirt down, using my arm to lift her from the bed.
She couldn't manage on her own anymore, she was physically unable to sit up, I think it must be worse with her carrying twins.
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Y/N's Pov:
Sat at the kitchen table with George, I got a sudden urge to eat something.
Thinking about what Madam Pomfrey had told me, I decided to give it a go.
Using my hands as my support, and ignoring George's attempt to steady me with a role of the eyes, I headed over to the fridge.
Fred was downstairs working, leaving George to care for me , as I'm sure they thought I were incredibly fragile.
We had finally managed to go back to our home in diagon alley.
I opened the fridge, breathing in the sweet scent of food.
Food- I fucking loved it.
The first thing that caught my interest was a bowl of jelly that Molly and brought round a few days ago. Me and the boys hadn't gotten around to eating it yet.
I grabbed the bowl with a happy smile on my face, ready to take it back to the table before I found the pickle jar.
Pickles that me and George cannot stand, yet for some reason, my boyfriend loves.
Taking off the jar lid, I sniffed the pickles, surprised when I didn't gag.
Grabbing a bunch more things from the cupboards and fridge, I hurried back to the table. Amusing George, as I sat down with a smile on my face.
"What have you got there?" A voice from the door sounded, one that I recognised all too well.
Fred came to sit beside me, kissing my head and then bending down to kiss my stomach before taking a seat.
George smiled at the happy family, wondering if things with Lee would ever get to the same stage as his brother and his girlfriend.
I shrugged at Fred's comment, "things I found in the fridge."
Fred nodded and examined the pile of food, pulling a face of confusion, "you don't even like pickles."
I rolled my eyes, taking the jar off of him and taking out a pickle.
Before I could even realise what the hell I was going, I dipped the pickle in the jelly, shoving it in my mouth in a way that I could have turned Fred on.
No. He was repulsed instead.
I think by both the combination of pickles and jelly, plus the 'slothish' manner in which I ate it.
I grinned cheekily, holding out the next pickle for him to try, as he shook his head with an amused glance.
"I think you should try it fred."
Fred turned to glare daggers at his brother, a sarcastic smile now on his face, "really George? I reckon you should."
I shrugged, "there's loads to go around."
The two boys looked at eachother as I smiled happily, placing two pickles in their hands and pushing the bowl of jelly towards them.
Although appearing rather hesitant, both boys placed their pickles in the bowl of jelly, bringing it up to their mouths and looking in need of resisting the urge to gag.
I had to hide the small chuckle that escaped my lips.
"That it fucking disgusting."
"You strange woman."
"My children are gonna be freaks."
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I'm Back!!
Now that A-levels are finally over!
Thank god!
Hope that you liked this chapter, sorry for the long wait.
Hope to be updating more now that I'm not doing anything.
Question:
Fave Hogwarts ghost?
Peeves
Bloody baron
Nearly headless nick.
Moaning myrtle.