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Colorblind by Teda
While Fred verbally discussed his growing anger with his twin using words that would make a
Death Eater blush, Angelina unknowingly slept. Fred was torn between ripping George a new
one and hoping against hope this new problem would be resolved. Without it upsetting Angelina
in anyway, at least.
"George, I love you. But you stupid little-" Fred hissed, before giving into impulse and smacking the back of George's head.
"Ow!" George yelped. Seeing the continuing ticked look in Fred's eyes, he wisely put some distance between them.
Meanwhile, Katie, Lee and Alicia raced toward the waiting room. Not knowing anything about
Angelina's accident, they had arrived late to the Quidditch stadium only to hear the horrible news.
The crowd was still murmuring about the scene when Lee unfortunately overheard the gossip as
the three tried to get to their front row seats. They had immediately left for the hospital after
that.
"Mrs. Weasley!" Alicia called out as she saw the Weasley clan milling around. Heads turned as
they saw the three running down the empty hall. The Weasley's were all smiling and laughing.
Shocked by the jovial mood, Alicia faltered, abruptly stopping in the middle of the hallway. She
stumbled for balance when Lee and Katie slammed into her back.
"Thanks for the heads up, Alicia!" Lee replied, grabbing Katie's shoulders to prevent her from falling. Katie blushed to the roots of her hair at his touch, smiling her thanks as she turned her attention back on friends mother.
"We just heard. How is Angelina? What about the baby?" Alicia asked Molly. Even as she spoke she immediately noticed her George wasn't anywhere near the waiting room.
Seeing their worried faces, Molly stepped forward and ushered them inside the brightly lit waiting room.
"Wait until you hear this..." she happily announced.
~~~~~~
If things weren't already strained with the Johnson family, hearing their first born was in the
hospital was enough to send them over the edge. After a hysterical Natasia explained to her
husband about the letter received, the family left home. Arriving at the hospitals entrance,
Rueban stormed up to the first person he saw.
"Where's my daughter? Her names Angelina John-Weasley. Last names Weasley!" A booming
voice rang out loudly in the spacious room.
Rueban grimaced as he said the name. The plump blonde witch seated at a desk marked Inquiries
didn't even bother to look up as she sat doing her nails. She blew on her left pinkie as she painted
it a shocking crimson color. With her other hand, she ran her index finger down the long list in
front of her.
"Weasley, huh? We sure get a lot of Weasley's here. Fourth floor, room 412. Shoot, her family has already commandeered an entire waiting room." said the nurse in a bored voice.
"Her family?" Rueban asked, glowering. Natasia rubbed Anthony's shoulders when he looked up at her sadly.
Pointing her thumb towards the double doors beside the desk, the nurse continued drying her nails. "Through those doors. Next!" she shouted.
"Thank you." said Natasia, steering her family away from the rude nurse. They traveled along a narrow corridor, which was lined with portraits of famous Healers. Witches and wizards in lime green robes walked in and out of doors as they passed. Walking by one room, a young brown haired girl of five crawled up to the door and barked at them and waved to Anthony.
He innocently waved back before his mother grabbed his arm and dragged him away.
"Mom, why is she barking?" he questioned.
"Don't stare. Just move long, Anthony." She sighed. She and her husband shared a look as they
finally found Angelina's floor. Narrowing her eyes, she instantly became angry seeing two short,
stocky red heads arguing at Angelina's door. Remembering one of the little bastards was her new
son-in-law and the other as the one who hexed her, she became furious.
Fred noticed the Johnson's walking down the hall out of the corner of his right eye. He tensed up, especially seeing his brothers smirk. George, catching the frosty expression on Mrs. Johnson's face as she got closer, smiled devilishly.
"Mr. And Mrs. Johnson, Anthony." Fred greeted the three, ending with a grin towards the little boy. He was pleasantly surprised when the child gave him a sincere smile in return. He was a cute kid, chubby cheeked with Angelina's doe like eyes. For all of the complaints Angelina use to have about her little brother, he knew she missed him terribly. As much as she missed her parents.
Not bothering to say anything, Rueban attempted to push pass the two men. In unison, the
twins blocked his way. Like a practiced ballet, they folded their arms and stubbornly refused to
move.
"How dare you? Move aside so I can see my daughter!" Rueban snapped, bunching his hands in a
fist. His wife laid a hand on his left shoulder meant to calm down his fierce temper.
"She's sleeping. She needs the rest after the day she's had. I won't let you go in there and upset her in her condition unless you promise to be on your best behavior. Keep your bigotry to yourself." Fred said simply.
"Bastard! You have no right to speak to me in this fashion. I'm her father." Rueban yelled. He tried again to get by the brothers. George gleefully moved in front of the door knob.
"And I'm her husband. I believe that overrules the parents. My wife's health is more important than your pride, sir." Fred replied. Seeing his father-in-laws stack about to blow, Fred stiffened in case he physically retaliated. Also recognizing the signs, George was ready as back up.
"Enough male posturing! Our daughter is in there, Rueban." Natasia said angrily, seeing her sons wide eyed expression. Taking calming breathes, she stepped forward, nudging her husband aside."Please, we need to see Angelina. I have to see what condition she's in for myself. Please, I have to see my baby before it's too late."
Fred could feel himself softening at her emotional entry. The fact she was willfully lowering her
pride to ask permission to see her daughter decided the matter. Even though he disliked her and
her methods, and knew the feeling was mutual, he couldn't refuse Angelina's mother. Her father,
hell yes. But not the mother or brother.
"Forgive me. Angie's not as bad off as you probably think. Well, she was, but she has been
completely healed already." Fred said. He hurriedly explained about the Quidditch match and fall.
And what Healer Stanwick had said about her prognosis, wisely keeping the information about
the twins to himself. That would be Angelina's choice to tell them if she wanted.
Sighing in relief, Natasia tearfully smiled. Rueban wrapped his arm around her slender waist in comfort, not knowing if it was truly for her or himself. "She's not dying, then?"
"No ma'am. I'm sorry if you were led to believe otherwise." Fred said. He gave George a nasty look before turning back to his mother-in-law.
She stared at the identical face of her daughters husband. She coldly asked, "You are the one that I met that day? George? And the one who sent that letter?"
George nodded, the smirk falling away from his face. She glared daggers at him and he was again
reminded of that old hag Umbridge's haughty attitude.
SLAP!
In a move that shocked everyone, Natasia hauled off and backhanded George. The force was strong enough to momentarily knock him backwards. Silence filled the hall as all eyes went to Natasia. Rubbing his cheek, George winced. She packed quite the wallop. Then to everyone's astonishment, George started chuckling.
"I do believe I deserved that, Mrs. Johnson. I can see where Angie gets her pluck." he sniggered.
"You're right about that, young man." Natasia tartly remarked. She shoved the twins out of her
way as she opened the room door and walked inside. She didn't care when they quickly followed
behind. The sight of her sleeping daughter filled her with a two parts joy and fear. She hadn't seen
her child in months, pictures not withstanding. Pictures just didn't compare. Standing over the
bed, she hesitantly stroked her hand over her daughters soft cheek. It was almost like she was
seeing her for the first time.
She bent and kissed her forehead, taking in the familiar floral scent she wore. Her sweet baby...
"Mom, wake her up." Anthony whispered. Natasia ignored him as her eyes roved over the still form, stopping at the rounded mound showing through the thin sheet. Her breathe hitched. Cautiously, she laid her hand on Angelina's stomach.
"My grandchild." Natasia whimpered, beginning to cry. She snatched her hand away and wiped
at her eyes. Alarmed, Anthony tugged on his mothers purple robes trying to get her attention.
"It's okay, Mom. She's fine." he said. He looked behind him and saw his father frowning as he
eyed Angelina's belly. He wondered why his father wouldn't come closer to the bed.
Fred, leaning against the back wall, watched the scene silently. From Natasia's reaction, he was sure she'd crumble and make amends with her daughter. If there was one thing to count on was the power of grandchildren. The father though, looked like he was a hard case.
Nothing would make his wife happier than to be reunited with her folks and he wanted that for her.
Unable to resist, Natasia gently shook Angelina awake. Fred was about to fuss when Rueban suddenly turned around and stormed out of the room. From his tight face, Fred knew the old man wouldn't be returning.
*Your lost, you stubborn ass.* Fred thought, frowning. George leaned outside the door, making sure he was really leaving the building.
Natasia didn't comment about her husbands departure. Angelina's blinked sleepily, yawning as she opened her eyes. Her eyes widened as she realized she wasn't dreaming and that her mother was really there in front of her.
"Mum?" she whispered.
Her mother leaned down and gently locked her arms around her shoulders in a firm hug. "It's me, baby. I'm so sorry, Angelina. Please forgive me. I've missed you terribly these past months."
"I missed you, too." Anthony piped in. Both women grinned at his sincere voice.
"What are you doing here, Mum?" Angelina questioned.
"I missed you, baby. When I heard you were hurt-" Natasia sighed, bending her head in shame.
Angelina eyes briefly landed on her husband as he stood in the background. He blew her a kiss and sent her a wink. Angelina held out her left hand for Fred to take. He strolled over and stood next to her bed on the opposite side of the railing and grasped her hand. They shared a tender smile before turning to Natasia.
"Mum, this is the man I'm married to and the father of my children. The man I love. I already know how you feel about that, but I ask if you can live with it? With my husband white and my children biracial? Can you really?" Angelina asked.
Anthony and Angelina both gave Natasia searching looks. Natasia knew she wouldn't be able to change her daughters view on her marriage, just like she couldn't about her disapproval. Still, she loved her child. It had been hell all those months without seeing her. The baby would be apart of Angelina. The best part in her opinion.
"Guess I'll have to get use to it." Natasia replied.
Frowning, Angelina shook her head no."Mum, you either do or you don't. There's no middle
ground here. I love you, but I can't have you loving me, yet tolerating my family. Will you be able
to love my children if they are a different colored hue than yourself? Can you proudly say to the
world, these are my grandchildren?"
Thinking on that lovely feeling she got touching her daughters stomach, Natasia nodded. Gently, she reached over and touched the rounded belly. That happy feeling washed over her again.
"Yes.Yes, I can." Natasia said, silently praying to herself that she could.Would be able to put her views aside for her daughter. She would try to learn to love not just Angelina's side of the baby, but Fred's side as well. For Angelina's sake.
"What about dad? Do you think he'll ever come around?" Angelina asked, looking hopeful.
Snorting, Natasia said nothing and Anthony frowned, disappointedly. And that was all the
answer Angelina needed.
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The meeting of the in laws was a strained event. Humorous but strained. When Molly and
Natasia met for the first time, battle lines were drawn. Out numbered, Natasia held her tongue,
but couldn't quite disguise her disdain for the Weasley family members. Fortunately, Angelina
was oblivious to the tension. Fred, having wheeled his spouse into the waiting room, was almost
bumrushed when everyone hurried to greet Angelina. Many hugs and kisses later, the waiting
room was now a makeshift party room.
Although no one was overly friendly with Mrs. Johnson, they were polite. Anthony, on the other hand was instantly welcomed. He even managed to charm all the girls into cooing over his adorably chubby face.
"My goodness, he's a mini player." Angelina shook her head, snickering. She lost count of the times Ginny, Hermione and Molly pinched his cheeks. Fred laughingly agreed. He quickly stopped when he saw Oliver and Lee snickering over something. Narrowing his eyes, he saw a picture in Lee's hand...of him. Fainting!
Looking around the room, he picked up dozens of pictures laying about. Stupid wizards camera! Like Pavlov's dog, Fred immediately glanced at George. Looking totally innocent, George shrugged.
Innocence, huh? It really wasn't a look George could pull off!
"Remind me to maim you later." Fred said, ignoring his wifes laughter.
"Will do." George answered, smirking at the developed pictures of Fred unconscious on the
waiting room floor. They sure would make nice Christmas cards...
Did you like that? Made some progress with the mother. Dad though...I don't know?
Anyhoo, I'll update pronto as soon as I work out how I want to do the next chapter. Thanks
for everyone's support.