A/N: Hey! So, this may be being started against my better judgement, but I miss writing Fred and Vi loads, and I really wanted to do some stuff about their early years together and them becoming parents and...well, living in the 'real world', I guess. So, here that is. I hope all my old readers find it okay and reviews would be great! Thank you. Set between the last chapter of MFV and the epilogue of MFV.

"Viria? Viria, are you okay?"

"Go away!"

"Come on, who would you rather have see you throwing up – me or your precious husband?"

After a moment's thought, Viria stretched out from her position by the toilet to unlock the bathroom door. Ginny entered, grimacing at the smell.

"Bloody Hell, Viria! That's four days in a row now that you've practically lived in here. Are you sure that's normal?"

"Probably not. When do I ever do normal?" Viria rose to her feet, standing still as if experimenting whether or not she was strong enough, "Okay, I think I'm good"

"Here" still grimacing, Ginny handed Viria the toothbrush and paste, "You don't want to go and see Luna like that"

"Oh, I forgot about that!" Viria turned, toothbrush hanging out of her mouth, "Must we?"

"You're not holing yourself up indoors all day just because Fred's at work. You can do stuff without him, you know"

"I know that!" Viria leaned over and poked her friend with the end of the toothbrush, "I just don't want to throw up all over the Dirigible plums, that's all"

They both giggled, remembering the first time they had visited Luna's house and been struck dumb by the sign warning them to keep away from the odd purple fruits. Viria spat out the paste and turned back to Ginny, wiping her mouth.

"Fine, we'll go. I do want to see Luna"

"I knew you would. AND she doesn't know that you're knocked up yet! We need to give her the news" Ginny added excitedly. Viria glared at her.

"You know I hate that phrase. 'Knocked Up'. It's so disgustingly...English"

"You are English now, my friend, you'd better get used to our ways"

Luna and Xenophilius welcomed them with open arms. Viria felt slightly more uncomfortable about sharing her news upon seeing that Neville was also visiting, until she saw that he and Luna were holding hands under the table.

"You two are finally together?!" Ginny cried, face bright with joy for them, "Wow, I think we're all hooked up now"

"'Hooked up'? That's so American" Viria muttered distastefully, and Ginny rolled her eyes.

"War does weird things with relationships" Neville shrugged, ignoring Viria's comment, "Makes you think about your happiness a bit more" he looked over to Viria with a grin, "Not for you, though. You were already happy"

"Speaking of which, Viria's got something to share with you" Ginny put in, never afraid to speak for her best friend, "Go on, Viria, spit it out"

Viria looked at Luna and Neville's hopeful, curious faces, and a smile rose to her lips, "I'm pregnant"

Luna gave a little cry, most unlike one of Ginny's great shrieks, and moved to hug her friend, "Viria, how wonderful!"

Viria looked anxiously at Neville, trying to gage his reaction, but he, too, was smiling, "That's great news, Viria. I'm really happy for you" he didn't hug her as Luna had, but he reached across the table and squeezed her hand. Viria visibly sank with relief.

"Are you excited?" Luna queried, her smoky blue eyes bright, "How long has it been?"

"Only a few weeks, not long at all, really. And yes, of course I am. Fred and I are moving into the flat above Weasley's Wizard Wheezes at the end of this week. We're going to do everything properly now. Be a proper family" the eagerness for this was tangible in Viria's voice, her need for a secure family home, a haven to share with her husband. If the war had done anything, it had made Viria a lot more determined to hold on to what she had, and to enjoy it.

Xenophilius came in at that moment, carrying a tray with a teapot and mugs. Luna beamed at him and rose to take it.

"Thank you, Daddy"

Viria and Ginny exchanged a glance. They did not have fond memories of that tea.

"Would you like a cup, Viria?" Luna smiled, tipping the teapot. Viria was just trying to find a polite way to refuse when the scent of the Gurdyroot infusion hit her nostrils – and her gag reflex.

She promptly vomited all over the table.

"Let me do it! Vi, for Merlin's sake, you can't lift anything" Fred took the final box of their things from his young wife with a stern expression. Viria rolled her eyes and took it back.

"It's light, Fred! I'm fine. And I'm pregnant, not sick" she moved swiftly to the stairs before he could snatch it from her, and Fred followed with a resigned and weary nod.

"Fine. You're so stubborn"

"I learnt it from my dear husband" she retorted, looking over her shoulder with a smile. Fred couldn't help grinning back.

The flat was still sparsely furnished with everything from their doomed summer together two years before, but now the centre of the living room was piled with cardboard boxes containing their few possessions – mostly Viria's clothes.

"It's really happening, isn't it?" she observed, dumping the box with the others and gazing round the room, "We're really doing this"

"Doing what?" Fred moved towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Branching out. Making our own way in life" she rested a hand on her stomach and smiled, "Becoming a family"

"Of course we are. That is what married couples tend to do" he kissed her cheek.

"I forget that we're married, sometimes. It was such a strange time, with so many people missing and so impromptu. I only forget for a second though, of course. How could I ever forget being married to such a pain in the arse?"

"Oi! You've been spending too much time with Ron" Fred let go of her, turning her to face him, "Actually, I've been thinking about that a lot. Our wedding"

"You have?"

"Mhm. I was thinking that – not now, but maybe in a couple of years or so, after the baby's born – we could have one of those Vow Ceremonies? Mum and Dad had one a few years back. It's a sort of... I don't know, like a re-do of a wedding. To reaffirm your love or something like that. But I think we should do it just because so many people who should have been there weren't there. And everyone deserves to see how beautiful you looked in that dress"

Viria smiled, "I think, Fred Weasley, that that is a very inspired idea"