"Come on mum sing us another one!" the black haired twins chimed. Their mother laughed and shook her head.
"I'm afraid not boys, now where is your father?" their mother replied.
"He went for a walk," the twin with dark blue eyes told her.
"Now mum please tell us more stories or sing more songs," the twin with grey-blue eyes pleaded.
"No boys I'm going to talk to your father."
She stood up and looked out the window to see her red haired husband leaning against a fence a bit away from the house, watching the very last rays of the sun fade away. She walked into the kitchen and smiled as her two boys started arguing in the lounge room.
The black haired woman pulled on a coat and walked outside; she walked to the fence and stood beside her husband.
"George, what are you doing out here?" she asked. George Weasly looked at her and sighed.
"It's been ten years to the day," he sighed. "Jasmine-"
"Honey I know it's hard but it's time to let go," Jasmine sighed. "You can still miss him and love him but you need to let go. Fred's not coming back." George half smiled as he looked at Jasmine.
"How did you let go?"
"Of mum or dad?"
"Both."
"I believe in heaven. I know that they're up there somewhere, with James and Lily, happy." George laughed.
"I guess you're right." He put his arm around Jasmine's waist and held her close to him.
"Are the kids in bed?" George asked.
"No, the boys are in the lounge room begging for more stories to be told," Jasmine replied. "They are the most troublesome kids in the world."
"They are Sirius's grandkids," George reminded her.
"And you're sons," Jasmine added. "Elaine just fell asleep before I came out here." She leant her head against George as they walked inside.
Jasmine detached herself from George and moved to the kettle. She set about making a few cups of tea when Sirius came running into the kitchen. He brushed his hair out of his face but it just fell elegantly back into place.
"Mum who are these people with Uncle Harry?" Sirius asked passing a photograph to Jasmine. Jasmine took it and laughed.
"This isn't your uncle," she laughed. They sat down on chairs at the table and Jasmine placed the photo on the table and looked at the seven people.
"That's Harry's dad James and his mother Lily, those two are my parents, Elaine and Sirius," Jasmine started.
"That's Teddy's dad isn't it?" Sirius asked.
"Yes it is."
"So who's that in his arms?"
"That was mum and Lily's best friend Rebecca. She and her family were killed by Voldemort in the Christmas holidays of their seventh year. Oh and that's-"
"Peter Pettigrew."
"Yeah, the traitor"
"Well I bet he's reconciled in heaven with grandad and the others," Sirius retorted. Jasmine smiled at her son's truth.
"You look exactly like my father, except these," Jasmine said prodding Sirius's pointed ear. "You are my wonderful, gorgeous, crown prince, now you get your brother and go to bed." Jasmine kissed her son's forehead before he could squirm away. She could hear her twins laughing as they ran to their bedroom and slammed the door. Her baby girl Elaine began crying, so, sighing, Jasmine abandoned the cups of tea and walked to her daughter's room.
She walked to the crib and picked up the golden haired nymph who looked so much like her mother except she had George's brown eyes. Jasmine started to sing in soft nymphish until the baby yawned and closed her eyes. Jasmine placed her back in the crib and pulled the blanket up.
"Goodnight my little angel," she murmured. The black haired woman walked quietly out of the room and looked at the clock. It was nearly 10 pm, so she turned around and walked to her room, knowing that in a few hours she would probably be up to see Elaine.
As she slipped under the sheets she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
George walked in five minutes later with cups of coffee to see that Jasmine was already asleep. He smiled tenderly and set the mugs down. He kissed his wife's cheek and then left the room quietly. He could hear his sons talking so he opened the door to their room and peeked in.
"You two should be asleep," he whispered.
"Sorry dad," Remus and Sirius chimed.
"Dad how come we both have long names?" Remus asked. "I'm Remus Alastor and-"
"I'm Sirius Regulus, they're really long," Sirius finished. George sighed and closed the door.
"I thought your mother had already told you about your names," George said sitting on the floor with the black haired boys.
"Yeah probably," Sirius replied. "But we like to hear the stories that you and mum have to tell."
"Alright, Remus, you're named after Remus John Lupin. He was a teacher at our school, a werewolf and a great man," George started. "He was a very close friend to us and to your grandparents.
"Then you're named after Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, a great auror and a good friend. Dangerous enemy and alli."
"So I'm named after friends of our grandparents?" Remus asked.
"Yes but you Sirius are named after your mother's family. Sirius Orion Black was your mother's father and she loved him so much, he was her hero and role model. He was a great auror, man and friend.
"Then you're named after your mother's uncle Regulus, your mum hated him but then found out he had a heart of gold, so she named you after him. Boys you are both special to your mother but she gave Sirius the names of her family because he looks exactly like her father and uncle. Except for his pointed ears."
"So...wow," was all Sirius could come out with.
"Now both of you go to sleep," George said. He stood up and flicked off the light. "Goodnight boys."
"Goodnight dad!" they chimed.
George left the room and turned off all of the lights in the house and went to bed.
Ok guys, i know it was short but the next chapter is going to be full of flashbacks i swear!!!
Erin xx