The characters of the Harry Potter universe belong to Ms. Rowlings, and I'm borrowing them for my own imagination.
Chapter Eleven
November 6, 2002
Katie sat in the Burrows garden under the tent with a warming spell in place to keep the chilly November weather at bay. In her arms was her two day old daughter, Katrina Leanne Weasley, or Kitty for short.
Out in the yard, she could see her husband chasing two-year-olds Freddie, their birthday boy, Victoire, and four-year-old Teddy much to the delight and laughter of the children.
Normally, she would insist on being in the kitchen with the rest of the women preparing the meal, but today she didn't fight as her mother-in-law banished her out to the tent with the men and Hermione, who was more nuisance than help in the kitchen. One of the things that amused Katie is that Hermione, while excelling in every other aspect of her life, was a lousy cook, and that Hermione didn't mind failing at that one thing.
"How is George handling having a little girl?" Hermione asked.
"I think he is a little overwhelmed by all the pink." Katie laughed as she unwrapped the pink receiving blanket so Hermione could see the pink sleeper the little girl was dressed in.
"It is lucky that Kitty has your coloring." Hermione said her hand drifting to the baby's wispy brown hair.
"Well, I'm glad that Vicky was he first non-red headed Weasley." Katie said.
"Mummy!!!" They looked up as Freddie yelled out. Katie could see that George was heading towards them and he was carrying Victoire upside down with one arm, Freddie upside down in the other arm and Teddy hanging around his neck.
He stopped by Bill's chair and released Victoire as soon as Bill said he had her. Victoire's giggles pealed out of her as her daddy began to tickle her. George then stopped in front of Harry and turned his back to him. Harry began to tickle Teddy, who in his own fit of laughter released George and fell into his godfather's lap.
Now with only his son as his burden, George swung Freddie right side up then tossed the little boy in the air.
"You are crazy." Katie said laughing with her son.
"Can you imagine if I was deranged?" George said stopping to tickle his daughter, buss his wife's cheek then moved on blowing raspberries into his delighted son's neck.
"I adore George, but how do you live with him?" Hermione asked laughing as Teddy, Victoire and a released Freddie began to chase George.
"Sometimes I wonder about that myself." Katie said laughing as her husband pretended to trip and fall to the ground allowing the kids to tackle him.
TBC