Part: One
Title:
Author: K.L. Spitfire
Disclaimer: Everything that you may recognize belongs to the Great and Almighty J.K. Rowling! This should cover the entire story!
A/N: I'm interested in working with a beta. If anyone is interested please e-mail me at Drakesgrl04@aol.com. Given the fact that I don't know very many people in the Harry Potter fan fiction world so thanks to those who can help me out with anything! And don't forget to review! Thanks!
~~K.L. Spitfire~~
Chapter 1
Blue. The stick had turned blue. The damned stick had to turn BLUE!
Chris Weasley stormed down the stairs and into the kitchen. "You did this to me!" she screamed at her husband. "You! You're the reason for this!" Chris threw the stick on the kitchen counter in front of him.
"What?" Fred Weasley replied, shocked, picking up the Muggle pregnancy test. "It's blue." Fred said dumbly.
"No shit it's blue!" Her face began to turn red.
"You're pregnant." A small smile began to play across his impish face. "We're pregnant. We're having another baby!"
"I'm having another baby, you arse! Me! I'm pregnant and it's YOUR fault!"
"I'd like to think so."
"I can't be pregnant though! The dragons! The new Denmark's have just been born! I can't deal with a baby right now!" Chris was beginning to freak out. She paced the kitchen in her flowery briefs and tee shirt. "I can't have a baby. There are five new dragons to take care of. I can't do this. I can't do this, I can't handle this right now." Silent tears began to stream down her face. "Fred, do you understand this? I can't do this!"
Fred took her face into his rough palms. "Chris, Chrissy, we can do this." He tipped her head up to his. "But only if you want to. We can support another child. We can. Really."
"I know," She let Fred take her into his arms. "I know that, but another baby?"
"Yes, but do you want to give it up?"
"I'm not giving it up." She said quietly. "But the dragons . . . who is going to take care of them." She whispered into his shirt.
"The kids and I can do it. The four of them can all speak to the dragons fluently and I can too, somewhat. They'll be okay."
"But a baby. Can we afford another child?"
"Yes, of course. W.W.W. is doing phenomenally. You know that."
"I know, I know." She answered. Running her fingers though his ginger hair.
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Title:
Author: K.L. Spitfire
Disclaimer: Everything that you may recognize belongs to the Great and Almighty J.K. Rowling! This should cover the entire story!
A/N: I'm interested in working with a beta. If anyone is interested please e-mail me at Drakesgrl04@aol.com. Given the fact that I don't know very many people in the Harry Potter fan fiction world so thanks to those who can help me out with anything! And don't forget to review! Thanks!
~~K.L. Spitfire~~
Chapter 1
Blue. The stick had turned blue. The damned stick had to turn BLUE!
Chris Weasley stormed down the stairs and into the kitchen. "You did this to me!" she screamed at her husband. "You! You're the reason for this!" Chris threw the stick on the kitchen counter in front of him.
"What?" Fred Weasley replied, shocked, picking up the Muggle pregnancy test. "It's blue." Fred said dumbly.
"No shit it's blue!" Her face began to turn red.
"You're pregnant." A small smile began to play across his impish face. "We're pregnant. We're having another baby!"
"I'm having another baby, you arse! Me! I'm pregnant and it's YOUR fault!"
"I'd like to think so."
"I can't be pregnant though! The dragons! The new Denmark's have just been born! I can't deal with a baby right now!" Chris was beginning to freak out. She paced the kitchen in her flowery briefs and tee shirt. "I can't have a baby. There are five new dragons to take care of. I can't do this. I can't do this, I can't handle this right now." Silent tears began to stream down her face. "Fred, do you understand this? I can't do this!"
Fred took her face into his rough palms. "Chris, Chrissy, we can do this." He tipped her head up to his. "But only if you want to. We can support another child. We can. Really."
"I know," She let Fred take her into his arms. "I know that, but another baby?"
"Yes, but do you want to give it up?"
"I'm not giving it up." She said quietly. "But the dragons . . . who is going to take care of them." She whispered into his shirt.
"The kids and I can do it. The four of them can all speak to the dragons fluently and I can too, somewhat. They'll be okay."
"But a baby. Can we afford another child?"
"Yes, of course. W.W.W. is doing phenomenally. You know that."
"I know, I know." She answered. Running her fingers though his ginger hair.
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¸..· ´¨¨)) -:¦:-
¸.·´ ·´¨¨))
((¸¸.·´ ..·´ -:¦:- tbc -:¦:-
-:¦:- ((¸¸.·´*