Luna sat in the living room at Grimmauld place, surrounded by Ron, Harry and Hermione. For the time being, she was living there, Harry had no problem with it, but it felt slightly awkward most of the time. She felt like such a burden. But, the editors at the Quibbler were considering her to take over what her father had left behind. He had earned a considerable amount writing stories, so she figured she'd be alright.

Snapping out of her reverie, she noticed they were all staring at her in concern.

"I apologize, I must have spaced out." She said in her airy voice.

Hermione bit her lip, "Luna, is everything alright? You've been acting a little more...distracted lately." Ron and Harry nodded their heads, agreeing with their best friend.

Standing up, Luna went around her chair, playing with one of the picture frames on the ledges. The air in the room was thick with the previous events that had taken place between her and George. Since this was the room it had taken place in.

"I'm pregnant." She said aloud, dropping her hand from the dusty ledge of the fireplace.

Silence.

Hermione stood up, walking over to her friend. "Are congratulations in order Luna, o-or is there something else you need to tell us?" She pushed lightly, encase this was a sensitive subject for the blonde girl.

"Luna." Harry said, grabbing her attention now, "D-Did this transpire at Malfoy Manor?"

The Ravenclaw shook her head.

Harry breathed out, thankful for that.

Clearing her throat, she glanced at Ron, who was intently staring at her.

"George." She whispered, barely heard by the trio.

"What?" Ron asked, shocked at what she just said.

Hermione turned a furious look to him, making him snap his mouth shut.

"Luna." She started softly, "Do you need us to do anything?"

Sighing, Luna shook her head, "No. I told George yesterday, he didn't, he didn't take it too well." She finished softly.

Ron stood up now, crossing his arms. "Did he do anything to you Luna? When did this happen?"

"Ronald!" Snapped Hermione, glaring at him all the more.

"No Hermione, I want to know what happened, if that's alright with you Luna. If not, you don't have to say anything, okay?"

Harry was just taking in this information. Luna and George? It seemed very odd to him, but not impossible, George had sunk into a depression over the last month since Fred had passed on. It may have been a chance encounter between the two.

Luna was silent for a second, before giving them the story of what had transpired between her and George a month ago.

"He was intoxicated and I tried speaking to him, but he would have none of it. A-And, it just escalated, and here we are." Luna finished, slumping over in the armchair.

Hermione touched her shoulder with her hand, squeezing softly. She knew what Luna was going through, she had lost her father not too long ago, the last parent she had, and the only one who truly understood her. And George, he had lost his twin, the person he shared a womb with. Their pain was probably extremely matched, and they found comfort in each other.

Ron eyed her skeptically, sighed and then turned to head to the door.

"Where are you going Ron?" Harry asked, watching his red-headed friend grip the door handle.

"I need to go do something, I'll see you all later."

Then he was gone.

Luna put her face in her hands, she knew she had greatly offended Ron, she felt like such a burden.

"Luna. Don't pay attention to Ronald, he's not upset with you, he's upset with George."

The statement confused the young witch, she sat up and looked around again, the couch that they had been on was across the room. It sent little shivers down her spine, and she swiftly looked away.

Ron got to the burrow, making sure his mother was busy with cleaning before he climbed the stairs to George's room. He stood there for a moment, then decided to just go in.

George was sitting on his bed, about to pull a shirt on when his door banged open. There was Ron, his face a bright red.

"Ever heard of knocking?" George questioned, aggravated at the sudden intrusion.

"I'm sure you're very proud of yourself George." Ron said to him.

"What have we talked about Ron, you know I can't read your mind, so you'll have to emphasize what you're referring to."

"Luna." Ron spat out. "Know what I'm REFERRING to now, George?" He snapped.

Great. He didn't need this right now.

"I've gotten it from Ginny Ron, I don't need it from you as well. I know what must be done, I'm not a complete dolt you know."

"She's only 17 George. She's hardly an adult, and you, well yo-'

"And I'm nothing but a recluse now." He interrupted, getting more and more aggravated.

Ron back-tracked, not wanting to upset his brother. He sighed and quietly shut his door, leaning against it. Everything was so messed up now. 'Oh Fred, why did you have to die.'

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

George just shrugged his shoulders, but he did appreciate Ron's apology. Looking over at his younger brother, he noticed that in the months after Fred's death he had grown up considerably. He had tried to be the strong one between all of them, and had done a great job in picking up some of the pieces. What a burden to carry. It made him feel guilty though, he should have been helping while his mother and father were grieving as well.

"I'm sorry too Ron, I know I haven't been the best person to be around over the last few months, but I don't plan on leaving Luna high and dry. I think mom would castrate me anyway." He joked lightly, it tasting weird on his tongue, he hadn't thought of anything funny in so long, it felt so foreign.

"You know what the hard part is right George?"

"Yep." He said, standing up. "Telling mum."

Ron smirked, oh yeah, this would be quite the night.

Luna sat in the living room of Grimmauld place, watching the clock intently. She was supposed to be at the burrow for dinner at 6:30, and afterwards they would be telling Mr. and Mrs. Weasley about her pregnancy. Oh Merlin, she had a feeling this would not turn out so good.

Wrackspurts. They were to blame for muddying up her judgement. Luna sat back in her chair, thinking about her father. What would he say? Would he be angry? Chances are, he wouldn't. He was a very understanding man, no matter what it was honestly. She admired that about him, he had taught her the definition of a lot of things, such as being your own person.

She missed him a lot.

But she knew he was still with her, she felt him everyday. Closing her eyes, she relished in the silence that drifted through the house now. Hermione and Harry had left to go to the Ministry again. And Ginny, well, she was out flying somewhere, which is what she usually did when things got a little to complicated at home.

A little thump in her stomach made her sit up and clutch her abdomen. What was that? She'd have to ask when she went back to the doctor next week. She needed blood tests now, and she'd need to decide where she would deliver. Luna didn't know a thing about babies, so that would be another discussion she'd have to have with Mrs. Weasley.

6:25. Luna could apparate, she had asked the doctor, who gave her a firm yes. Apparating with several people would be a little difficult though. Luna stood in a spot and closed her eyes, envisioning the burrow and channeling her magic.

Crack!

It took a second for her to get her bearings as she looked around the living room. Arthur and Ron were sitting in two of the chairs, smiling at her now. Luna still felt slightly dizzy, almost losing her footing as she tried to walk to one of the chairs as well. Arthur hurriedly caught her by her forearm, setting her down softly.

"Alright there Luna?"

She nodded her head, setting her forehead against her open palm.

Molly dashed into the room, beaming at the blonde-haired girl. "I thought I heard someone arrive! Welcome Luna!"

She smiled at Mrs. Weasley and moved to get up, trying to extend her hand, telling her thank you for the invite, when a smell hit her in the nose. Beats.

Beats.

The nausea fell over her so quickly, she barely had time to clutch her mouth before she was bolting for the door. The Weasley's watched in horror as she tripped over her feet, but managed to make it outside before retching all over the place.

George had been walking down the stairs when he got the tail end of the display.

Luna was heaving, trying to catch her breath, she closed her eyes, waiting on the world to stop spinning.

A hand was on her shoulder, which made her jump.

"Sorry." Ron said to her, "I-I was just making sure you were okay. Mum and Dad are freaking out, trying to call St. Mungo's. I was thinking, maybe you and George should tell them now. So they don't go into fits about you getting sick for no reason."

Luna shook her head, tears clouding her vision,"I don't want your mother to hate me."

Ron shook his head. "Luna, she will not hate you. I promise. She'll probably kill George, but you know..."

He wasn't expecting tears to pour from her eyelids at that. She was sobbing heavily against the railing when the door flung open. Molly Weasley rushed out and gently touched the young woman, "Ronald! What did you say to the poor dear? Luna, come along, we'll get you settled inside." Throwing a glare back at her youngest son, she helped Luna back into the house.

Ron hung his head, why did he always manage to do and say the wrong things? No wonder mum and Hermione always scolded him.

George was standing at the fireplace when the door opened again. He had wanted to go out and console Luna, but Ron had gotten to her first.

Luna saw him and nervously looked away. He sighed and sat down across from her. Arthur was watching his son, noting his discomfort. What was going on?

Molly was handing Luna a glass of water when George spoke up. "Mum, dad. I,er,we, as in Luna and I, need to speak to you."

He and Luna?

When had that happened?

His parents were eyeing them, waiting on them to tell them what needed to be said. Luna was chewing on her bottom lip so roughly he was afraid she'd bite it off.

Ron was on the stairway, poking his head out to listen.

Luna breathed in, perking up, she gathered her strength. "I'm pregnant." She blurted. George looked over to her, well, the cats out of the bag now isn't it.

Silence.

Arthur's face said it all, he knew what else they weren't telling him. He glared at his son, who's face was beat red now. Molly looked shocked, her face draining of color.

Silence.

George could take it no longer, "Well, if you're going to scream, get on with it."

Arthur held Molly's hand, who was still stunned into silence. "There is no point in yelling George, what's done is done. That, and it's not good for the mother to be put under any emotional stress while pregnant." He smiled at Luna, who just nodded her head. Her lower lip quivered, but she bit it, trying to not cry again.

"G-George." Molly started, "W-When...?"

"A few nights after the battle. I was bonding with some fire-whiskey."

Silence.

Molly finally breathed out, moving hair out of her eyes. "I'm truly not angry. What's done is done, as Arthur said. I just-I just wish you would have came to me George, when you were hurting so terribly, and not have drowned yourself in alcohol."

Arthur squeezed her hand again.

George grew uncomfortable. He was waiting for Fred to pipe up and tell their mother to not get overly emotional, but that...would never happen again.

"I didn't want to put that on you mum. I knew how much you and dad were hurting."

Luna gripped her belly, feeling it starting to rumble.

"Well, I've decided to try to move on now," George told them, wanting to drop this subject all together.

Ron was intently listening, trying his hardest not to think of Fred. He knew that George was lost without him, you could see it all over his face. There were times after the final battle, and they were still at the school, gathering his brother's body, that George would be speaking and turn to say something to Fred, to realize that he was not there.

A loud crack brought his attention behind him. Hermione was standing there now, brushing off her shoulders. He walked over to her, grabbing her shoulder and spinning her around.

"W-Wh-"

He interrupted her and mashed his lips to hers. Hermione was taken aback, but started to respond in just a few seconds. Ron pulled away from her, looking into her amber eyes.

"Well, Ronald, that was quite the greeting. What acquires to the occasion?"

Smiling slightly, he pulled on one of her loose curls, "I just, I don't want to ever lose anyone who's important to me again." Hermione's features softened, knowing who he was referring to. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing his cheek.

Arthur and Molly were conversing with them now, giving them some helpful tips here and there. "Well, Luna, George, I have one more question for you." Molly said.

They looked at each other, than to her.

"Are you two planning on being together, or are you just going to...remain friends, and share custody?"

Silence.

That was a great question actually, Luna had no idea. George didn't say anything either, he just sat there and stared at the floor.

"I guess that's our answer Molly dear. Why don't we give them some time to talk to one another."

The older couple left the room, giving the younger adults some time to converse with each other.

"Well, that could have been way worse." George breathed out, rubbing his stubbly chin. Luna really wasn't paying attention to his words, not because she was angry or annoyed but because her stomach was rumbling again, and not in a good way.

Silence.

"Luna? Are you alri-?"

Then she vomited.

George watched as she got sick all over the carpet.

After she was done, she sat back for a second, then took out her wand, getting rid of the mess. She shut her eyes and stared at the ceiling. "I'm so sorry George, I-I," she stopped talking for a moment, now licking her dried lips. "I'm pretty sure it's the scents of dinner. They're just so strong."

He nodded in understanding. Standing up, he waved his wand, summoning a glass of water. It flew into his hand, and he handed it down to Luna. She thanked him, her bright eyes closing in bliss as the liquid soothed her raw throat.

"I need to speak to your mother about something." She told him, after she was rehydrated.

"I'll grab her."

Mrs. Weasley sat beside Luna on the couch, patting her hand. "Oh dear, believe me I've been through many rounds of morning sickness, which isn't really the right term for it, it is all day, sometimes it's just miserable."

Luna understood that all too well. "With which children was it the worst?"

Molly grinned and looked at her as if she already knew the answer.

"Oh. Of course." Luna mumbled.

"It will go away after a little bit, mine was prominent through the beginning months. How far a long are you dear?"

"I'm not totally sure yet, my next doctors appointment is next week. They're going to do blood-work, and get my levels down. They're putting me on something called pre-natals."

Molly nodded, "Yes, they're very helpful for the baby, it'll put your body on the right track to birthing."

Silence.

"Luna, are you concerned about anything sweetheart?"

It felt odd to say it to the mother of the man that had gotten her pregnant, but she felt like she would understand. "I-I just don't want George to feel like I'm tying him down." Luna blurted, feeling embarrassed for saying that.

Molly looked taken aback. "George is a gentleman, yes, things have been rather...awful for the past two months now, but, he would not leave this on you dear. He would fear for his life if he did. Cause, that's my grandchild in there."

Luna smiled, glad that Molly was so motherly to every child she knew.

"And you needn't worry about money, Fred and George make a reasonable commission with their shop. And you..."

"I'm trying to take over my father's magazine, he made a decent living. He supplied for me all those years without struggling too much, so...everything should be alright."

Dinner was full of merriment, and chatter about everybody's day. Luna didn't feel sick any longer. After she had sat down, she realized just how hungry she was, she had after all, thrown up breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Hermione and Ron were making googly eyes at each other, George noticed. He was glad that they had finally sorted out their feelings for one another, no matter how nauseating they were to each other now. Harry and Ginny were discussing a Quidditch team. George had always enjoyed being a beater, but it wasn't the most important thing to him, it never had been. He was more into inventing and testing out different variations of experiments.

Molly and Arthur were a little quiet, but they still had smiles on their faces.

Luna on the other hand, was to busy shoveling food into her mouth, not excessively though, but you could tell that she was definitely quite peckish.

Towards the end, Arthur stood up and tapped his glass. Everyone settled down, turning their attentions to the eldest male Weasley.

"I think congratulations are in order. We learned today that we are going to be grandparents, I'm sure we were probably the last told, in fear we'd remove one of the male Weasley's that sit at this table from our family line."

A snicker sounded across the space.

George rolled his eyes, looking at Luna who looked like she wanted to disappear.

"Anyway, we wish the couple blessings, and memories. And if you need anything, advice, anything at all, you know where to find us."

The table clinked their glasses together.

After dinner, George and Luna told Molly that they would stay behind and put up the dishes. Luna was starting to levitate the plates into the sink, where George was taking a sponge and scrubbing off the bits of food that were left on the cutlery. His mother had always preferred to do the dishes the muggle way, since magic, according to her, didn't get the dishes the proper kind of clean.

Luna had grabbed up a dish towel, polishing off the water drops that were on the plates.

Silence.

It felt odd to say the least, it was odd that this young, short woman beside him was carrying his child. A pang went through his chest, and he didn't know what to make of it.

In front of the window in the kitchen, Luna was staring out into the night sky, her gaze dream-like. George's green eyes followed hers, seeing nothing but the moon. Suddenly, the woman gasped and her eyes grew wider, if that was at all possible.

"Thestral."

"I beg your pardon." He said to her, touching her shoulder.

Luna turned her gaze to the red-haired man beside her, as if she was just seeing him for the first time.

"It's nothing, just something I saw in the sky is all."

George studied her, she was such a mystery, very quiet, very delicate. Well, in his opinion. Hermione seemed delicate to, but she had quite the temper when she wanted to as well.

"Well, if it's something you saw Luna, it is indeed very important." He told her, touching her hand. "I don't think you're loony you know, I mean look at me, I own a joke shop that has tons of things that might seem crazy to an outsider that doesn't have any humor."

Luna smiled, continuing to wipe the dishes off.

"Come on now woman, tell me what you saw."

She breathed in and out, watching him out of the corner of her eye. "It's called a Thestral George."

"Tell me about them, I've never seen one before."

Flinching, she continued to rub the flatware.

"T-They can only be seen by those who have seen death." She said, whispering. This would upset him, she knew it.

He stilled for a moment, pain flashing through his eyes.

"George." She whispered, clutching his fingers. "It's silly of me, I should not have said anything, I don't wish to upset you."

"Can I see them?" He asked her, his voice almost childlike.

Luna nodded her head, "Probably."

"Someday, I'd like to see one." He said to her, smiling a little bit. "Don't reign in your personality to make me feel better Luna, or think you have to filter what you say to refrain from hurting my feelings, or breaking me. It's true, over the last month or so, I've kept to myself, away from the human world, but that's because everything I did, hell, everything I do, reminds me of Fred."

He paused. Luna pressed her hand into his, giving him quiet strength, she rather liked when he opened up to her.

"It's maddening sometimes. I feel like he's here, almost as if he's laughing at me. At the pain that I'm going through, as if it were some game to him. You see, we got through tough times through humor, we were good at making our family feel better when hard times befell us."

Another pause.

"I've got to learn how to carry on without him. He was his own person, and I'm mine. I just have to learn how to rearrange myself now, now that...there's only one of me."

The words were supposed to sound hopeful, they were supposed to be a realization for George, but all she saw was terrible pain befall his features.

"Don't push yourself George, you can do all this in your own time, no matter how long it takes. Okay?"

He felt tears build in his eyes, she was so understanding, so full of warmth. Then he thought back to her own father, she had lost him, had lost the only person she had left. He had the luxury of having a ton of family members, and she...had no-one. He felt ashamed now.

"Luna. If you ever need to talk about your father, or how it makes you feel, you know I'm here, and my entire family is as well."

The blonde-haired girl smiled, setting down the cloth she was using to dry. "Thank you George. Now, let's go into the living room, I think I hear laughter coming from one of your siblings. Let's see what's going on."

George smiled and agreed, offering his arm to her.

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