A/N: I'm really into this story! :D So, I'll be updating this one more that the other stories I've got up. So, this chapter is more of a 'filler' chapter more than anything, but it still flows nicely with the rest of the story I believe. Again, enjoy the chapter!
Chapter Four: When You Feel Like Falling Down
"Stay still."
"Pan, this is bloody boring. You cannot expect me to just sit here for countless hours. I can't feel my left buttocks."
Pan Halliwell couldn't help but roll her eyes at her father, who sat giving his profile to her as the window of his room let white light contrast against his black hair.
"Stop whining dad, I'm almost done." She said as her brushstrokes were fast and precise over the canvas. She liked giving her paintings lots of movement and texture.
Sirius sighed but couldn't keep the smile off his lips; ever since Pan had arrived in Grimmauld Place he seemed to hate it less. He watched from the corner of his eye as his daughter painted a portrait of him, her easel slightly angled sideways so she could see him better while sitting on his bed with countless paint tubes and brushes. He couldn't help but notice a bright blue stain of paint on his comforter. Meh, he didn't care. His usually dull room, his safe heaven when he was a boy, brightened up with Pan there. His fourteen-year-old daughter seemed to do that for him, make him believe in the good in everything again.
Two weeks have passed since Pan and the Weasley's had arrived in this dreaded place and he had found out a whole lot about his daughter, the newest; she had a talent for art. A whole shelve of her bookcase was lined with black sketchbooks.
"Who taught you how to paint?" He asked her as he still watched her from the corner of his eye.
"I taught myself, Aunt Paige taught me how to draw." Pan said slowly as she tried to concentrate on painting and talking, her eyes slightly glazed over and her lips parted.
"You like teaching things to yourself a lot." He commented, he had noticed it. He had showed her that he was an Animagus; she immediately wanted to know how to become one. Sirius had laughed and told she needed a potion to do that and that she should probably consult it with her mother first.
"She won't mind."
"Sure, until she has an animal for a daughter padding around the house." He had responded and repeated that she had to ask Phoebe, putting on some, what he liked to call, 'the Father Power'.
"How's your mom, by the way?" He couldn't help but ask as Pan put the finishing touches to the painting.
"She's gotten bigger," Pan smiled. "Coop and she are still thinking baby names, don't know if they should follow the whole 'P' tradition thing or just go all creative on the girls."
"They're girls? How do you know?" Sirius took the initiative to stand up when Pan started getting all of her stuff together. His daughter looked at him and gave him a knowing smirk. "Ah, a Halliwell thing?"
"More like an intuition."
"Is she happy?" Sirius stretched and yawned.
"Are you kidding? She's thrilled." Pan answered as she put everything in a fisherman box, her hands and arms adorned with different colored paint. "She can't wait to put them in frills and pink." The teenager couldn't help but shudder at the thought.
Sirius gave a bark of a laugh, "What's wrong? Did she try that with you?" He went over to help her.
Pan gave him a look, "She tried and shove the preppy pink thing down my throat during my toddler years."
"What'd you do?" Sirius asked as he found a paint brush under the bed.
Pan gave him a smile as he straighten up, one that told him he should be proud at her. "When I hit four I rebelled; went for the cargo pants and mud thing."
Sirius gave another bark of a laugh and ruffled her hair, "That's my girl."
Pan smiled at him before motioning to the painting with her head, "What do you think?" Nervously, she tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear.
Sirius was speechless once again by his daughter. Pan seemed to blow him away all the time.
The painting was of him, his stubbled chin in his hand as his arm perched on the corner of the table beside the window while he stared at some distant point in the wall. His own black hair reflected the light that came from the window with gentle brushstrokes. His other arm rested in the back of the chair and Pan had caught every wrinkle and fold of his long sleeved shirt. The background was a disarray of brushstrokes that somehow matched the wooden wall and its shadows and at the corner of the painting one of his hanging dragon fossil, delicately painted with a three haired brush; perfect to get every single little bone. The flowers that adorned one of the walls in her room laid in a vase behind the arm which his chin rested. For being right out of her imagination it looked really good.
"You are a wonderful, talented girl." Sirius turned and took Pan's face in his hands and kissed her forehead.
Her eyes slightly watered as she pulled away and took her box off the bed, "I better go and check if Molly needs help with any of the rooms in the house. Those pixies are getting nasty." She reached on her tiptoes and kissed Sirius cheek, "I'll see you later dad."
Sirius watched as Pan closed the door behind her before turning to admire the painting. She had even catched the way the corners of his mouth had quirked up when she had thrown him a sarcastic comment and how his eyes casted just a bit down at the corners. Sirius smiled and sat at the edge of the bed, this feeling of being beyond proud never leaving him as he got to know Pan more and more each day… That young witch sure was something.
Pan left her paint box at the bottom step to go up to the attic before making her way down to the first landing. She tiptoed for the kitchen trying not to wake the sleeping portrait of her grandmother as she snored behind a heavy curtain, but, Pan couldn't help but scoff. Crazy old bat.
She pushed the kitchen door open expecting to find Molly cooking something, only to find Fred with a cardboard box on the table.
"Where's your partner in crime? You're always joined at the hip." Pan said as she leaned against the doorframe.
Fred looked up with a start before closing the box hastily making Pan arch an eyebrow.
"You're hiding something, Freddie?" Pan kept her greenish gray eyes on him as her arms crossed in front of her white wife beater.
Fred ran a hand through his ginger hair and chuckled at her, "From you, never love." He smiled at her as he set the box down and pushed it with his foot under the table. "Why do you have paint in your hair?" He quickly walked around the table and stopped in front of her, getting a lock of her hair between his fingers and rubbing the white paint from the strands closest to her eyes.
Pan laughed a little, "I bet I look like Rogue."
Fred laughed with her, getting the reference and the name. She was talking about X-Men and her favorite character… He had been spending a lot of time with her.
"You're prettier than her though."
Pan blushed at the compliment and smiled up at him. "Where's your mom?" She had to change the subject; the butterflies in her stomach were getting annoying.
"Went to Diagon Alley with the kids and dad, Hermione wanted a new book and George and I needed new gadgets." He finished rubbing his hands together and that never ending mischievous glint in his eyes shining brighter.
The girl in front of him rolled her eyes, "I appreciate a good joke, Fred, but what you and your brother have is an obsession."
"We like jokes, Andy! Big deal." Fred smiled down at her, stepping a little closer to her.
Merlin, he just loved how she looked at him from under her thick lashes, that taunting smile on those plump lips. It made his throat close up.
So, maybe he had developed a small crush on the little witch. But, he could see it was all worth it.
"Fred?" Sirius voice sounded serious, low and threatening as he stepped out of the shadows. "Everything okay?"
Pan looked over her shoulder and laughed at Sirius glare directed at Fred. "Stop scaring the poor guy dad."
Sirius stepped closer to her and rested a hand on her shoulder. "Then he shouldn't be flirting with my girl." He pretty much growled.
"Don't worry mate," Fred said trying to put a carefree smile that usually came easy for him, but with Sirius grayish green eyes glaring daggers through his skull it was a task making it look real. "We're just talking."
Sirius scoffed, just like Pan did moments before, "I was your age once Fred, I know what you're trying to do. I'm warning you, you hurt Andy you'll be wishing never to have step into this house."
Fred couldn't help and gulp a bit, but he stayed quiet and slowly took a step away from Pan.
Sirius gave a sound of approval from the back of his throat and walked away, back up the stairs.
"I bet he can sniff me out, every time I'm near you." Fred whispered at Pan, leaning in as he looked over her shoulder.
"He's trying to make up for fourteen years of not being an over-protective father, he means good." She couldn't help but smile at Fred. "But, what did he mean about 'what you're trying to do'?"
Fred's eyes snapped back to Pan, his eyes slightly wide and a blush spreading up the back of his neck. He immediately straighten up and tried to rub the blush away. "I have no idea." The redhead boy couldn't help but look fleetingly to the left, a sign that he was lying.
Pan only gave him a smile before stepping further into the kitchen. "Do you guys have Coca-Cola in here? I've been going through withdrawal."
"Coca-Cola? What is that?"
Pan couldn't turn fast enough to look at Fred, almost losing her footing. "You've got to be kidding."
Fred shrugged, "We've got butter beer," He walked to one of the cabinets and got a tall clear beer mug. After setting it on the table he tapped it with his wand and a liquid looking much like beer, but thicker.
"Um, does it taste good?" Pan slowly edge her way toward the glass.
"Are you kidding? It's glory in a glass!" Fred said as he got another glass and filled it with butter beer. He immediately started chugging it down.
Pan watched him and slowly took the glass from the table and sniffed the glass. Okay, it didn't smell bad. Slowly, she took a sip of butter beer and swished it around her mouth for a while. Not bad. She kept on drinking it for a while until she noticed it was gone already. Smacking her lips, she looked up at Fred who had a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
"See, you liked it." He said being cocky.
Pan rolled her eyes at him and set the glass on the table, next to his empty one. "Fine, it's pretty good. But it doesn't replace Coca-Cola."
It was Fred's turn to roll his eyes at her. "Can you keep a secret, pet?"
"Eh, what kind of secret?" Pan asked as she followed him to where he had pushed the cardboard box from under the table and crouched to get it.
"We want to know what happens in the Order, since we're not allowed yet. So, me and George-"
"George and I." Pan interrupted
Fred rolled his eyes again, "Whatever, we created these." He put some effect in his voice as he reached into the box and opened it with a flourish, still crouching down next to it. Inside laid, to very looking human ears and from behind them a long skin-colored cords that separated at some point.
"Are does real ears?" Sure, there were demons that took ears as prices and stuff and she usually encountered does but those ears made her queasy and slightly weary of Fred. She knew he was too cute to be normal.
"Are you Mad-Eye mad? Of course not."
She couldn't help but let a sigh of relief come out in a rush. "What are they for?"
"To listen into the meetings and not get caught, I'm bloody tired of being left in the dark all the time."
Pan couldn't help and feel guilty, she was three years younger and she was in the Order. Ever since she had arrived at Grimmauld Place there had been about four meetings, all without Dumbledore and all about the advances the Death Eaters were doing and small disappearances of Wizards and Witched around Britain. But, nothing about Voldemort…yet.
"There's a meeting tonight, I heard mum talking about it with dad."
"There is?" For being in the Order she always found out about meetings at last minute and she lived in headquarters.
Fred laughed at her and shook his head at her as he got the box in his arms, making his way out of the kitchen. "You really are something, Rogue."
Pan followed him up the stairs, "Rogue?"
Fred looked at her from over his shoulder, "My nickname for you, just mine." He threw her a wink as he finally got to the second landing and started making his way to his and George's room.
"You should really stop eavesdropping on dad and me." Pan commented as she settled on one of the beds and looked around.
"I have to try my product on someone and what happens between your father and you is rather heartwarming."
The young Black couldn't help but smile at his back as he sat on a table in the medium sized room, countless unknown stuff and bottles of something took most of its space.
"So, did you guys find a good place to start your store?" She asked trying to start up a conversation as Fred raised a vile into the light of his window, examining it.
"We did, right in Diagon Alley. It's bloody perfect." He muttered half into the conversation and his other half into his product in his hand.
Pan stood from the bed and walked over to Fred, looking at the potion over his shoulder, "What is that supposed to be?"
"It's a potion that makes you puke."
Pan made a face just in time to Fred look over his shoulder and sees her. "Why would you want to make yourself puke?" She had to ask as she took another of the vials with the same color of the one in Fred's hands.
"So you can get out of class and be free the whole day to do what you please." He explained to her as he frowned at the vial before shaking his head, "It's not the right color." From his right elbow he took a quill and scratched in a notebook with numbers going from 1 to 50 and on number 34 he wrote, Not the right color.
Seeing what he wrote, Pan compared both vials and saw no difference. "Freddie, they're the same shade of blue."
"Not exactly love, to the light mine's a deeper blue." He murmured as he racked his brains as to what would fix it.
As if reading his mind Pan said, "You should probably use some extract of poppy, it's good to balance things out in a potion and it makes you queasy."
Fred looked up at Pan as she leaned against his table, idea growing in his mind, "Why don't you help us with the potions? Make them work better? I hear you're rather good with potions."
Pan laughed but turned serious as she turned to Fred, "What's in it for me, Mr. Weasley? I believe that you will still need my services when you open the shop and, well, I believe it's not fair that I'm just helping you succeed."
"You sure are a crafty little thing." Fred commented as he leaned back in his chair. "What do you have in mind?"
Pan smirked at him, "I bit of the profits, I'm not asking for a big percentage, something fair, since I'll be making sure nothing has side-effects and that everything potion related is actually safe for the costumers."
"That sounds pretty fair, Ms. Halliwell. We actually are working on some of the side-effects on most of our products." He wouldn't admit it to her, but he had no idea how to work on fixing the side-effects and neither did George.
Pan extended her hand toward him, "I believe we have a deal, Freddie."
Fred shook her hand slowly, "We do Rogue…. I feel like I'm making a deal with Voldemort."
He watched, fascinated, as she threw her head back and laughed, her hair catching the light of the window.
Pan still had a smile on her lips as she walk out of his room, "See you later, Freddie." She said over her shoulder and sashayed out of his little lair.
Fred sighed and let his head fall back and stare at the ceiling. "Merlin," He groaned as the image of her swinging hips got engraved into his mind. "I would gladly be the Gambit for her Rouge."
"Hey mom." Pan said into her phone as she brushed her wet hair.
"Hey honey, how are things over there?" Phoebe greeted happily on the other end.
"They're really good; dad and me are getting along just great. I painted a portrait for him today." The young witch said, making her way to her bed, sending her brush back to her vanity with a simple thought and a few seconds of slight concentration.
"That's wonderful honey! I got the pictures of your room, it's gorgeous. Sirius really out did himself."
"You just saw does?" Pan asked as she threw herself on the bed.
"Hon, I'm pregnant and the editor of a newspaper and columnist. I don't even have time to shop online."
Pan snorted at her mom. Gods, she missed her.
"How are things in the Order?"
"Meh, I only listen and give my thoughts on things. I'm not an active member just yet. It's hard on dad though, he really wants to help but Dumbledore doesn't want him to be out, not even in his Animagus form."
"Yeah, about that; you want to be an Animagus?"
"Yeah, like dad. With him it's okay; I just need your permission. Please mom, I really wanna do it."
Phoebe sighed on the other line and Pan could feel her rolling her eyes at the ceiling or at Coop. "Fine, as long as it's safe. So, any cute boys?"
Pan groaned, "What did dad tell you?" Sirius and Phoebe developed a close friendship easily and not just for Pan. Phoebe cared and loved Sirius as a friend and the father of her daughter, but Pan could sense that Sirius slightly still loved her mom and she was happy to see that it was the sort of selfless love that harmed no one at all, not even Sirius.
After three days of arriving at Grimmauld place both Sirius and Phoebe had established a way of communication: mirrors. He had sent Phoebe a beautiful silver compact which vibrated when he wanted to talk to her.
"That one of the Weasley boys 'is chasing after you' according to your dad. I never saw Sirius as the protective father type."
"Fred and I get along, that's all. No big deal."
"Hon, your dad told me what he has seen and that boy is, in fact, chasing after you. Do you like him? "
Pan bit the inside of her cheek, did she? It felt like it: the butterflies, the blushing, that pull in her belly that made her want to stay around him for a while. "Maybe, just a little."
Phoebe squealed on the other end. "Aw, my baby likes someone!"
"Mom." Pan whined.
Phoebe laughed softly, "I gotta go, sweetie. Got a deadline for tomorrow and I'm not even half way done. I miss you Andy."
Pan couldn't help but smile, her mother was never on time on anything. "Miss you too mom. Love you."
"Love you too."
Sighing, Pan got off from her bed and made her way to the closed door until she saw a skin-colored string slowly go out through the gap under her door.
"Fred Weasley!"
She didn't waste any time in opening her door, finding a red handed George at the bottom of her stairs. George only smiled innocently at her before Dissaparating.
Oh Gods, how much did he hear?
Pan rushed down the steps, jumping the last three and dashed down the hall and into Fred and George's room. Bursting through the door, a surprised Fred jumped from his seat starlet.
"What's wrong?" He asked getting up from his chair.
"Where's your brother?"
"I don't-"
Pan didn't hear the rest before turning and heading towards the kitchen. When she was almost to the door a hand grabbed her elbow, making her stop abruptly.
"Rogue! What's wrong? You're scaring me." Fred said as he watched Pan pant, her still damp hair clinging to the skin of her neck.
"I have to find George-" But at that they heard a loud pop coming from the second landing.
Putting a finger to her lips, Pan went up the stairs, two at a time, using the front of her feet so she wouldn't make any noise. Fred was close behind her as they got outside of his room.
"Where is he?" They heard George ask himself.
Pan pushed Fred forward and into the room as she stayed outside, right next to the doorframe.
"Uh, hey George."
"Fred, you won't believe what I just heard!"
Pan took her chance and jumped in, shoving Fred out of the way and freezing George, who looked way too excited for good.
"Merlin's Beard, Pan! What the bloody hell was that for?" Fred exclaimed as he got off from his bed, where he thankfully landed after being shoved quite roughly by the petite witch. Then he looked at his brother, who stood petrified, an excited smile still on his face. "What did you do to him?"
Pan ran a hand through her hair, "I froze him, don't worry he'll be fine." She waved off his worry and looked at George. What was she going to do? "Fred, could you leave us alone for a minute?"
Fred frowned and looked at Pan then at George before going back to her. "What did he do?"
"Nothing, I just need to talk to him, privately."
The look she gave him made Fred back out of the room with no further questions. Giving the door a push with her mind it slowly closed in his face and then a blue force field appeared in front of it.
Pan turned back to George and with a gesture of her hand unfroze him.
"Pan likes-! Bloody hell." George visibly paled when he found not his brother but a very ticked off Pan.
"Apparently you heard my whole conversation. You can't say anything, George."
"But he's my brother, he has to know." George said.
"Yeah, well, I don't want him to know. He can't know right now."
"Why?"
"I've only known you for two weeks!"
"And? I've know people who have known each other less and are beyond snogging."
Pan rolled her eyes, "Well, I'm not like that. So, shut it and don't say a word to Fred. I'm a second generation Charmed George, I've been vanquishing demons since I was five."
Leaving that as a warning, she took down the force field and walked to the door where a slightly annoyed Fred stood.
"What happened?" He asked her, only to have Pan ignore him and go up to her room. He turned to his brother and noticed the terrified look on his face, almost looking like Ron when he saw a spider. "Should I even ask you?"
George shook his head and Apparated out of the room.
What the hell was going on?
"Sit on the stool Ms. Halliwell." Minerva McGonagall said, holding a tattered, brown pointed hat.
Knots formed in her stomach as she did what was instructed and found the whole Order, the Weasley's, Hermione, her dad and her mom stood in front of her. It had been two days since the whole George- eavesdropping thing and everything was back to normal.
The hat was lowered onto her head and it immediately started speaking making her jump slightly.
"Ah, another Black and what's this? She's also a Charmed One." Its voice was deep and evil sounding and Pan felt it roaming around her head lazily. "You're a rather smart little thing too." Pan saw Hermione glare at her. "You would do well in Ravenclaw. But, you've faced things far more powerful than the Dark Lord, you're bravery is outstanding young Black, you're also rather stubborn yet loyal to those how surround you… Gryffindor!" Pan couldn't help but jump again as the hat shouted and his presence got out of her head.
Pan jumped forward and Sirius immediately catched her. "I'm so proud of you." He whispered into her ear.
Next, came her tired looking mom, who always smelled of roses. "I'm so happy for you babe!"
Molly came forward like a proud mother and enveloped her in a hug.
Fred and George came next and squashed her in between them.
Ginny squealed with her and jumped around.
Ron shyly congratulated her and gave her a smile.
Tonks, with her bright blue hair, congratulated her.
Lupin, her godfather, clapped her proudly on the shoulder and kissed her cheek.
Countless members of the Order smiled and congratulated her, everyone sincere and happy.
Phoebe appeared again in front of her.
"A little birdie told me you needed these." She stepped to the side and there on the table was the Holy Grail of Coca-Cola's; about twenty six-packs of the stuff laid heavenly in the middle of the table.
"You are definitely getting kidney stones now." Phoebe laughed at her expression and threw an arm around her.
Pan laughed with her and shouted, "Coca-Cola for everybody!"
Can after can of the bubbly soda was passed out and Pan had her own can and was sipping merrily, leaning against a wall with McGonagall.
"This is marvelous!" The elderly witch exclaimed, her blue eyes on the can.
Pan laughed, "I know, it's pretty addictive."
"Oh, I can definitely get used to this." Minerva commented getting a laugh from Pan.
The small celebration wore off and member after member trickled out of the kitchen and soon only the ones that lived in headquarters, apart from Lupin and Tonks sat around the kitchen table eating a light dinner. Food being passed around and this warm glow surrounded everyone.
"Oh!" Phoebe exclaimed, a hand going to her huge belly.
"You okay mom?" Pan put her fork down and turned to Phoebe, who sat next to her.
"Yeah, just the girls kicking." Phoebe smiled at Pan and put a hand on her daughter's cheek.
"Pan tells us you'll be having twins." Molly smiled at Phoebe, a soft look in her eyes as she looked her swollen belly.
Phoebe nodded, one of her hands rubbing circles around her belly, "Yes, my husband and I are still deciding on names."
"Please, don't name one of them Nymphadora." Tonks commented making the table laugh.
"Oh mom, I almost forgot, Tonks is actually my second cousin."
Phoebe's eyes widen slightly, "Really?"
"She's the daughter of my favorite cousin." Sirius said as he drank some butter beer.
"Well, you never talked about your family." Phoebe teased him, getting a fond smile from Sirius before yawning.
"We should be getting you home." Sirius said standing up.
"Not yet, I want to spend more time with Pan." Phoebe said, her eyes dropping a bit as she leaned against her oldest daughter.
"C'mon mom, you're tired. You've got work." Pan said trying to convince her while she stroked her mom's hair.
Phoebe did a whiny noise, putting her arms around Pan and hugging tighter. By then Sirius had already gotten around the table and was now getting a sleepy Phoebe off from Pan.
"Remember to be good and don't drink too many cans." Phoebe said as she now leaned on Sirius, she gave everybody a wave, "Bye! Nice meeting you all!" And with a pop they were gone.
"Wow, I can't believe that one of the most powerful witches in the world could look so… fragile." Ginny commented as she helped her mom with getting the plates.
Pan couldn't help but snort, "Either way, you shouldn't underestimate my mom."
"Wasn't she once Queen of the Underworld?" Hermione asked from far away down the table.
Pan lowered her eyes and thought of those times when her mom almost left her behind without thinking twice, when she turned into a Mermaid, when she turned into a Banshee and when she was ruling the Underworld alongside Cole… Those times had affected her so bad, but she had hid it from her mom so well that nobody could tell how damage she actually was. Everyone saw her change of demeanor, even when she put on a smile getting off her chair, "I'm gonna go to sleep. Goodnight." As she passed Molly, she hugged her and the mother of seven hugged her back as she was her own. With that she left the kitchen without a backward glance. Going up the stairs, the tears started falling. She couldn't make them stop and in the semi darkness and the blurriness of them made it hard to see and when her foot caught on one of the stair she had been expecting it, what she hadn't been expecting were the hands on her waist saving her from meeting the edge of the last step.
"You okay there, love?" Fred's voice made her broke down in silent sobs. He didn't think twice before turning her to face him and hugging the petite witch to his chest. "What's wrong, Rogue?"
"Every time she got her heart broken by him she would almost leave me behind, she wouldn't think of me just him. She almost died carrying his kid and she was so protective over it even when it was killing her." Pan buried her face further in his chest as another wave of sobs left her chest. All of the words rushing out like water out of her lips.
Fred wasted no time and fixed her so he could carry her bridal style and take her the rest of the way to her room. Pan threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in it fast. Fred placed her gently on her bed and pushed all of the strands that had stuck to her face because of the tears away.
"I'll be back, love. Don't move." And with that he Apparated away.
Pan sniffled and crawled to the center of her bed, getting a pillow and hugging it to her chest. A loud snap sounded beside her and Fred appeared back with a can of Cola in his hand. She wordlessly reached for it and opened it. Taking a sip made her feel a bit better.
"You really should talk to her about it." Fred said, taking a seat at the edge of the bed.
Pan scoffed, "Sure, tell your mother how much you resent her for abandoning you more than once and all for some guy while she's pregnant." Another sip.
"Well, you can't keep this bottled up forever. You've got to tell her sometime." He kept suggesting as he got comfortable on the bed after he took his shoes off.
"I'll tell her someday, ever since I got dad I've felt better 'cuz I know he won't ever leave me." Pan said, drying her tears and running a hand through her hair so no more strands would get stuck on her damp cheeks.
Fred got an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to his side, "And you've got me, I promise you I will never leave you." On impulse he leaned in a pecked her cheek.
Pan couldn't help the smile that came on as soon as his lips made contact with her cheek. Without a word she put the can on the night table on her side of the bed before going back to Fred's side and snuggling in it, "Thank you, Gambit."
Fred froze for a heartbeat before giving a chuckle. "Gambit?"
Pan nodded against his chest, "If you're gonna call me Rogue, I'm going to call you Gambit."
Fred smiled like an idiot, "Anytime Rogue. Anytime."
And that's how they spend the night, watching movies and talking softly.
Yep, Pan definitely liked this guy.
Phoebe gasped as they appeared back in the Manor. "I'm never Apparating again." She mumbled as she felt her dinner rising up her throat.
Sirius laughed and buried his hands in the pockets of his pants. "Sorry, love."
Phoebe smiled softly at him before the smile dropped and something shone in her eyes that made him tremble. "Sirius, be careful."
The father of their daughter frowned in the dim light of the parlor. "What do you mean, Phoebe?"
Phoebe's hands became knots in front of her belly as she started chewing her bottom lip. "I had a premonition… You died in a battle."
Her words had come out so softly that he almost didn't hear them. Oh Merlin. "I die?" Sirius had to sit down as he started feeling dizzy. "I can't die, I just got Pan."
Tears started falling down Phoebe's cheeks as she looked at Sirius pale face. "Sometimes they don't come true, but just in case you've got to be careful. She'll break if something happens."
Sirius looked pleadingly at Phoebe, "I need more time Phoebs, this can't happen."
The love of his life shook her head helplessly. "I can't do anything about it, sweetie."
Sirius looked down at the floorboards before letting his head fall in his hands. He was going to lose his baby someday…
Phoebe rushed to him and kneeled as best as she could, "This might happen sometime later, maybe it won't happen soon. I just need you to prepare for it if it does, Sirius."
"It doesn't matter Phoebe, I can't lose her. I can't just leave her like that."
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