Hey guys! I'm so sorry for always starting new shit when it seems like there's so much old shit that I haven't finished – BUT I PROMISE I WILL FINISH THEM. And I thank you all for being so patient with me and still caring about me even though I always keep you guys hanging :S please forgive me 3

This actually started as a one-shot but became really long for a one so I decided to split it up into multiple chapters.

This story is sort of like an in the future type story relating to my other story, Live Love Laugh. I know in that one Ella is actually called Crystal and Crystal's mom's name was Ella, but I've decided to switch things around just because I changed my mind :P

I promise I'll change it in the other story

So…. This is like three years after 7th year for Ella – 4 years after for Fred. I haven't decided if this has the cannon ending or au in terms of voldemort and horxruxes and stuff so when I decide that I will tell all of you :P

Don't worry this story wont be too long

SORRY FOR THE LONG AUTHORS NOTE.

HOPE YOU ENJOY THE STORY. PLEASE REVIEW! 33333333

And sorry once again for being such a horrible author when you guys are such awesome readers 3

New Love Stems From Old Love
Chapter 1

"AHHHHHHHH!" Ella let out a blood-curdling scream.

"Ella, baby, just hold on, okay?! We're almost in the room, I swear! Just calm down!" the man pushing her wheelchair exclaimed.

"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, YOU MORON!" Ella shrieked, not even thinking about what she was saying. "WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE, FRED WEASLEY, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" He blanched.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ella screamed again, clutching her bloated stomach in pain. Fred flinched; he hated hearing her in so much pain – especially since

Fred Weasley, after what seemed like forever, finally pushed his wife, Ella, into the hospital room. He quickly helped her out of the wheelchair she had been writhing in and onto the bed. Once she was in a sitting position, he picked up her legs and pulled them up onto the bed as well. At this point she was alternating between hyperventilating and biting her lip to keep from screaming more.

Fred took her left hand in his while he stroked back her hair with his right one.

"Shhh, it's okay, Ella. You're going to be okay – I promise." Truthfully, he didn't know if she was going to be okay or not. Having two younger siblings other than George, he somewhat had memories of his mother going into labor, and though she had screamed, it had never been this bad. Although, of course, everyone could just react differently, and his mother may as well have been this bad on her first time. Fred just wished he could trust that that was the only reason Ella was having issues, and not because there was a possibility that dark magic could be involved.

Before Fred could dwell on it more, he felt himself being shoved out of the way by a bunch of St. Mungo's Healers. Their somewhat lack of calm began to worry Fred.

"Excuse me, but what's wrong? Is there anything I can do? What's happening? CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT IS GOING ON WITH MY WIFE?" Fred suddenly shouted, irritated at the lack of answers he was receiving. One of the older looking Healers turned to him, looking down at a clipboard in her hand.

"You're the husband of… Ms. Ella Black, biological daughter of a Genevieve and Sirius Black?" Fred nodded as the Healer's eyes grew wide as she realized whose daughter Ella was exactly.

"Fred Weasley," Fred said, sticking his hand out. The Healer looked up and took it, shaking it as she said, "Healer Bushby."

"Nice to meet you," Fred murmured out, more out of habit than actual politeness. "What's wrong with my wife, Healer Bushby?" Fred asked, not sure how long more he could go without shouting again. Much to Fred's annoyance, the Healer laughed.

"She's in labor, Mr. Weasley, that's what! From what we've seen thus far, she's doing great. She and the baby are perfectly healthy. We're just prepping her for the delivery now. We've given her some painkillers and a calming drought. That should help for the time being. We can't give her too much because we need her to be alert and aware of how far along the baby is before we can see the baby ourselves. She'll also be able to tell if the baby is beginning to panic – in which case we can take action a lot quicker than if we were to find out the hard way." Fred didn't even bother asking what the hard way was – he didn't want to know.

"Healer Bushby, we're ready," a young male Healer called out to the older, and what seemed like the more experienced Healer. She nodded to him and turned back to Fred.

"Alright Mr. Weasley, this is where you come in. You need to keep her motivated and driven through the whole thing, understand? If she tires too quickly it can be dangerous for the baby." Fred nodded, feeling somewhat dazed. Healer Bushby took her wand out and murmured something, casting a warm, tingling feeling all over Fred. Fred looked at her, a bit confused.

"I just cast a charm over you that will keep any germs on you from spreading to your wife and the baby. Everyone in the delivery room has to have one cast upon them." Fred merely nodded, knowing the explanation wasn't necessary: he'd be willing to do anything with or without an explanation just to keep his beloved safe – along with the baby she so desperately wanted to keep safe.

Healer Bushby turned around and went back to Ella, whispering words of comfort along with instruction to her. Ella turned to look at her and nodded, her expression determined. Healer walked back around to the base of the bed, waiting for Ella's okay, telling her she was ready to begin. Ella turned away from the Healer, looking back up to where Fred was standing.

Fred walked up to Ella, a little hesitant. He didn't want to upset her again, and he wasn't sure of what her frame of mind was at that moment. When Fred reached the bed Ella reached out and grabbed his left hand with hers.

"I'm sorry for earlier," she whispered. Fred smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

"I was warned about all of that in the baby books, so don't even worry about it." Ella smiled back at Fred before her expression turned solemn again.

"Fred, are we oka – " Fred interrupted her by kissing her.

"Of course, Sweetheart. Now, just focus on getting yourself and this baby out of here as quickly and safely as possible, all right?" Ella looked relieved as she nodded and smiled again.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too," Fred said, feeling a sort of weight that he didn't even know he was carrying from his shoulders. "Now let's have a baby," Fred whispered. Ella nodded, steeling herself for the ordeal that was about to come.

Ella turned her head to meet Healer Bushby's gaze and nodded once.

"Alright, Ella, I'm going to need you to take a deep breath and push."

"Fred, I… I can't… I can't do it. I… I'm sorry. I… f-failed…." Ella whispered out, losing consciousness.

"Ella, no! Wake up! Stay awake! For me! And the baby, Ella! What about the baby!? Come on, you can do this! You've been waiting for months just to see the site of this baby! What happened to all that, huh?" The only response Fred got was a soft, semi-conscious groan of: "Srrrryyyyyy…."

Fred looked up at Healer Bushby, panicked.

"What do we do? She's been pushing for 4 hours and nothing happened!" It didn't help Fred when he realized that Healer Bushby looked just as worried as he felt. Healer Bushby kept checking her vitals with a spell that keeps track and displays the status of all of their organs.

"We're losing her and the baby, Mr. Weasley." The Healer said, looking him straight in the eye. Fred felt like all the wind was knocked out of him. This couldn't possibly be happening. They were just beginning their life together! They had already been through so much up till this point…. He knew that he couldn't live without her. He had to do something. Fred's eyes darted all around the room, forcing himself to try and jog an idea. "There might be one thing that we can do, however." Healer Bushby said this very hesitant, and Fred knew that her idea didn't have a good chance of working.

"Any shot is worth a shot," Fred said, determined to make every opportunity worthwhile. The Healer sighed.

"Is there… is there anyone else that Ella cares deeply enough about that can root her from this stupor?" Fred was just shocked.

"I'm sorry?"

"Is there – "

"No, I heard you, but… what?! Are you saying that there is no longer anything medical that we can do for her?! We have to rely on emotions to fix this?!" Fred was angry.

"We can only take further medical action when she is conscious. Enervating won't be healthy for the baby – or for her at this point. Or, at least, we don't want to take that chance if there is a possibility at reviving her in a natural way." Fred pondered that for a second and then closed his eyes in defeat.

"I know exactly who to call. I just hope he comes. How long do I have?" Fred asked, looking back down at the woman he would go to the ends of the Earth for and squeezing her hand.

"I can't really say, but less than an hour for sure. The sooner you get back the better for her and for the baby. The longer the baby is inside, the more it'll panic, giving it possibility of strangling itself in the umbilical cord. No saying what could happen to Ms. Black as well." Fred nodded, his eyes still on his unconscious wife. He looked up at the Healer and said, "I will be back soon."

Fred looked back down at Ella, gave her a kiss and let go of her hand for the first time in over 4 hours.
"I will be back soon, my love. Just hold on." Fred kissed her forehead and dashed out the door.

After asking what seemed like a hundred different people, Fred finally found the fireplaces connected to the Floo Network in the hospital. Grabbing some blue powder, Fred tossed it in the flame after he stepped into the fireplace and called out where he wanted to go to, hoping he would receive the help he needed.

Feeling himself moving through the Floo Network he marveled at the fact that the man kept his fireplaces still connected to the Floo Network. Who would want to visit the bloody snarky man, anyway? Fred chastised himself for that thought, knowing that this was his only chance of saving his wife.

When Fred finally stopped spinning, he stepped out of the fireplace he had arrived in and looked around. He had arrived in a large room that he recognized to be a bedroom. There was a large bed covered in a dark purple spread, and draped in a lilac canopy. The matching dark purple curtains at the two sets of large windows were drawn shut. There was also a dressing table at the other end of the room where Fred noticed there were some things stuck on the mirror of the dressing table. Fred began to walk towards it, and as he got closer he realized all of the things stuck on the mirror were Wizarding World photos. When Fred got close enough to see detail, he smiled. In every picture was some form of a smiling Ella and someone else she was close to. Fred found one of himself and her, one of her and George, two with Sirius and Harry, one with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and finally four of her with the man that he had come to see himself, the one and only S – BOOM! Fred looked up at the door, which had evidently opened so powerfully it smashed into the wall, surprise on his features.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Weasley twin one, also known as Fred Weasley, or, dare I say, my son-in-law?" a cold, detached voice drawled, sneering. Fred's eyes narrowed.

"Well if it isn't my supposed father-in-law? Or should I say the snarky Potions professor? Also known as a certain Severus Snape."

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