AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay let me say that I love you guys for staying with me. I think that it's amazing. So I'd like to say thanks. And I'm sorry that it took so long. I'd also like to say that each chapter is going to be a year in the twins lives. I've never had a kid, and I have a little brother, but he's my step brother and I've only known him since he was six. So I'm not a baby professional, so I'm using a site to see what baby's should be doing during the time period. So if I get it wrong, just let it go. So anyways, once they turn eleven I might continue the story; I'm pretty sure I will though. Um, so enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: No ownership of Harry Potter for me.
I.
She could not make herself get up. She heard her child crying, and she could not make herself get out of bed. What a terrible parents she was. Carleen rolled over and buried her face in her pillow and groaned loudly. Her brown eyes were closed tight, and she hoped that her child would stop crying if she ignored it long enough. However, the crying didn't cease.
"Which one?" George said from the doorway.
Carleen rolled over and turned on the light quickly. Her brown eyes met George's. She lowered her eyebrows and sighed loudly, before sitting up. "That's Georgina," she said into her hands. "She's just hungry." Carleen rubbed her eyes and sighed as she stood. "Fred will start in a moment, if you want to stay up. She always wakes him up." Fred's cries joined those of his sister's. "Speak of the devil."
Carleen and George walked down the corridor and to the room that the twin shared. On one wall was Fred's blue crib. On the other was Georgina's yellow one. She didn't seem to like the color pink too much. She tended to squirm out of it whenever she could. George went to Fred's crib and grabbed him gently before turning the light on. Carleen brushed her hair from her eyes before she took Georgina from the crib and sat down in the leather chair.
"You mind?" she asked George as she pulled at the neck of her shirt.
"Nah," George responded. Carleen shrugged, too tired to care and began to feed her daughter. "Did you want me to leave?" George asked as he held as cooing Fred.
"It's your flat, you can be in any room that you want to be in," Carleen said. "But no, I enjoy your company."
George laughed. "Everyone enjoys my company." The red-head stood and placed a sleeping Fred on in the blue crib . He then turned to Carleen just as she pulled her late husband's jumper over her chest. "Carly," he said, his tone was suddenly serious and it startled her. She watched as he sat down in front of her. He looked extremely uncomfortable, much like teenaged children did when their parents decided that it was time for the talk. His blue eye flicked up to met her brown ones, and then he sighed. "People at the shop," he rubbed the back of his neck, "think that you and I are-"
"That's ridiculous," she responded sharply.
George sighed in relief, "Glad that you feel that way."
"Well, it is ridiculous, right?" Carleen asked.
George smiled at her before he took Georgia from her arms, placed the infant in her crib, and then pulled her up. He took her hands and swayed to a non-existent beat. "Carleen," he said slowly as he looked up at the ceiling. "I think that you are one of the most intelligent, beautiful, amazing, stunning people on the planet. I think that you are perfect in every way shape and form. I think that you are an amazing mother." George smirked. "I love you, Carleen, I do." Carleen's face was red by this point. "But like a little sister. I'm about as sexually attracted to you, as I am to Ginny." Carleen snorted. "Anyway, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in anyway, so I've been looking at flats..."
"George Fabian Weasley," Carleen snapped. She hit his chest for every syllable in his name. "This is your flat."
"Actually, Fred's name is on the contract; you're his wife. So technically, it's your flat."
Carleen sighed, and shook her head. "I want you to stay." The woman blew her hair from her eyes and sighed. "So will you?"
George spun her around and kissed her cheek. "I'd love to stay with you."
II.
"Out of bed, Carleen Weasley," George shouted at her. "You can't stay in bed all day. You have children that need you to talk to them. They need you to teach them to talk and how to walk..."
George continued on and Carleen buried her face in her pillow, and shook her head. She really just wanted to stay in bed for forever. She'd been up for most of the night dealing with an unusually fussy Fred and an angry Georgina. Now she just wanted to sleep.
"Carly," George said, his voice was much closer, and thankfully, much quieter. "Up."
"Hmmm?"
"You have to get up," George said again, before he ripped the covers off her body.
"Wha?" she muttered as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. "What?"
"Your children," he said again.
Carleen rolled her eyes and collapsed on the bed. "Take them away," Carleen grunted. "Take them away."
"Now you know that you don't mean that Carleen," George said. "Get up and go and feed your children."
Carleen sighed and rolled off the bed and on to the floor with a sift thud she then stood and ran her fingers through her brown hair. "Kitchen," she asked sleepily. George nodded. Carleen walked out of the room slowly as if she were trying to get George to call her back and do it himself, but it didn't happen. So she walked out of the room and into the kitchen. Fred babbled excitedly at the sight of his mother, while Georgia kicked her legs about. Carleen smiled at the twins with their red hair and blue eyes. "Hello, Georgina, that was mommy's leg you just kicked." Georgia babbled. "I accept your apology. Freddie," she said as she picked the boy up and kissed him. She had to admit that she liked Fed just a little better than Gina, only a little.
"Favoritism," George whispered into her ear.
Carleen snorted and put her son back into his chair. "So not. I'll feed Gina first, just for you." Carleen grabbed a bottle off the counter and then picked up her daughter. They walked to the sofa and Carleen plopped down and placed the bottle in Georgina's mouth. George grabbed Fred and did the same. "Did I say you could feed him?" George smiled at her. "Well you can." She paused. "Thanks though."
"Anything for my roommate."
III.
"Is this what you really want to do this on your birthday?" Carleen asked. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were tear stained. "I'm sure we wouldn't mind," she continued. George nodded and then took her hand. "I can't."
"It's okay," he said before they were pulled through a dark, tight tunnel. "I can do it."
They were standing in a graveyard. A feeling of depression washed over her as she looked at the all of the grave markers. She'd never thought about how often people died until she saw a graveyard. She closed her eyes and sighed heavily. She didn't really want to be here at all. She feel herself getting nauseous. Her vision was getting fuzzy on the edges like she had some sort of disease. All of the brightly colored flowers were hurting her eyes.
"Are you sure you want to be here?" George asked as he started off down the paved path slowly.
Carleen followed slowly. She kept her eyes down on the boring grey pavement. She counted the amount of steps that she had to take to get to her destination. As if she didn't already know. From the entrance of the graveyard, which is where George had apparated too, it was exactly eighty-two steps. Carleen stopped on eighty-one and looked up at George. His blue eyes were wet and his face was red. Carleen sighed and sat down beside him. She kept her eyes on the ground before her. George took a seat next to her and exhaled roughly.
With their shoulders touching, Carleen turned her brown eyes up to the grave marker.
Fred Weasley,
April 1st, 1978 - 2 May, 1998
Loving son, brother, and husband.
Prankster Extraordinaire
Carleen exhaled slowly. It always killed her to see this grave marker. It made everything so real. She lowered her eyebrows and then looked at George, who was looking at her. They two of them then turned their eyes to the grave marker silently and said. "Happy Birthday, Fred."