Légitimement Mariés [Harry Potter]

COMPLETED: Harry Potter Marriage Law. Fremione. Post Hogwarts. Fred may have survived the Battle of Hogwarts, but now he has a new challange - being married to Hermione!


23. Retour a la Maison

Coming Home


The first day that Fred and Hermione brought the baby home, they did not have a name for him. Nothing they could think of sounded right to them. There was nothing that seemed special enough for what was now the most precious part of their lives.

Looking through all the baby-name books that Hermione had diligently collected only served to confuse their choices a whole lot more.

Their first instinct was to pick an elegant, old-fashioned name, which would work well with the surname of Weasley. Perhaps an Edward, or Thomas would soon join the ranks of the Weasley clan; however, they each found themselves shaking their heads as each option presented itself. Joshua and Lewis came next... then came the more modern names: Callum, Ethan, Cameron...

Fred and Hermione continued to volley names to one another at regular intervals throughout the day and even at night when his hungry cries would pierce through the darkness and waken them from their much-needed slumber.

There were even moments during the day when Fred caught himself listening to snippets of conversation from customers, hoping to catch a name idea or two which he would be able to take home to Hermione that evening.

This, of course, got Fred thinking of Hermione. His beloved wife. He wasn't quite sure exactly when he figured out that he loved her, but he supposed that it happened gradually over the course of the past year. Thinking back to the day when George came up with the idea of putting Fred and Hermione together for the 'Marriage Law' – as it had been dubbed by many – he couldn't believe how much of a fight he had put up at the time. Perhaps George had seen something within him that Fred was too scared to admit to himself at the time.

George had not been the only one who had been correct about Hermione. Molly had made an accurate prediction when she said that Hermione's spirits would lift after the birth of the baby. She had said that it would give Hermione a new sense of purpose, and something to focus on other than herself. She couldn't have been more correct.

Fred had dreaded going back to the shop for the first time since his son's birth. Not only did he have to leave his family, he had to do it right on Christmas Eve. He had no choice, really; he couldn't leave George and Verity on their own for the holiday rush. Not only did he not want to leave his family, he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive at leaving Hermione alone with the baby. He didn't know how well she would be able to cope given her recent emotional situation, even if she had drastically improved over the past couple of days.

However, Fred only had to return to a clean flat, and contently sleeping baby and wife to know that the day had gone well. Hermione seemed to snap out of the doldrums of her grief enough to even put the Christmas tree up for them. Musing over his thoughts of the day as he climbed into bed that night, he snuggled up close to his wife, wrapping his arm gently around her sleeping form so that he would not wake her.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, an idea popped into his head, preventing him from being able to rest. He couldn't wait until the morning to ask Hermione what she thought of it.


Hermione used an extra large sized baby wrap to ensure that her son was adequately shielded from the cold air. A blizzard had struck up during the night, and even now in the daylight there was still a bit of wind whirling snow around Fred and Hermione. Marian followed closely behind, having been invited to spend her first Christmas without her husband at the Burrow with the Weasley's. Feeling thoroughly inaugurated into their family, she eagerly accepted.

Quickly pushing herself through the door of the Burrow, she felt her cheeks instantly colour pink with the heat of the sitting room. Placing the baby safely into her mother's hands Hermione whipped her coat off and put it out of the way. She took the baby back just in time to be greeted by Molly and Arthur.

"Ooh, would you look at all that red hair!" Molly exclaimed, immediately scooping him up for a cuddle. "I suppose there's no escaping it. Have you and Fred picked out a name yet?"

Hermione felt Fred move closer to her, putting his arm around her waist.

"Yes," he replied. "We've decided to name him Henry Frederick, after Hermione's father and myself, respectively."

Molly beamed at the couple before passing Henry onto Arthur so that she would also be able to properly greet Marian.

"I love you," Hermione heard Fred whisper into her ear as they walked around to greet the other family members which had arrived before them. She felt his arm drop from around her waist so that he would be able to grab her hand, and lift it to his lips for a kiss. Now that both Fred and Hermione knew that they actually loved one another, they had become infinitely more affectionate and forward with one another. To Hermione it now felt like it was okay to reveal more about herself, because she knew that Fred loved her and would accept her either way.

Hermione grinned at him before whispering back.

"I love you too."

"This year has been something hasn't it?" said Fred, his voice now at a normal volume.

Hermione let out her first real laugh in weeks.

"It surely has been something. Getting married to you, Dad passing away so suddenly, a baby... that's quite a lot to process now that I've bunched it up like that..."

She trailed off with what she was saying as she heard Henry's cry. Dee approached Hermione, with Henry nestled safely in her arms despite the crying. She only had to stand next to Hermione for her to smell the problem.

"Oh, poor Henry," she cooed at the baby. "Let's go upstairs and get you changed in time for Christmas dinner, otherwise, I think you might put everyone off their food!"

Fred chuckled at Hermione's baby-talk before moving to mingle with the other couples on his own, most of which still had a little longer to go before they would get to meet their children for the first time. He briskly made his way over to Charlie who had managed to secure a bit of time off from his work with dragons in Romania. Charlie, having been exempt from the law due to the fact that he was not in the country for the majority of the year, seemed slightly overwhelmed by the sheer increase in family members since he had last visited.

Looking just past Charlie as they were talking, Fred could not help but be slightly amused as Percy's face immediately paled when both Molly and Lucy burst into tears simultaneously. He jiggled Lucy up and down in his arms in an attempt to comfort her, only for her to wriggle about even more in frustration. Audrey managed to calm Molly down in a short amount of time, before shaking her head at her husband's futile attempts to calm the other baby. They swapped children, and soon both were snoozing within their parent's arms.

In the meantime, Hermione had made it back downstairs with a settled Henry within her arms just in time for her mother-in-law to announce that Christmas dinner was served. However, her nose had suspected that this was the case long before the announcement owing to the rich smell of sauces, and meat and puddings that were swirling around, mingling with the warmth of the house.

Eventually the entire clan managed to file through the house, and good-naturedly push and shove their way to their desired seats around the dinner table. Hermione could not help but gasp at the amount of effort that had gone into decorating table, and surrounding area.

With all the Weasley children having left the nest, Molly and Arthur had a considerable amount of spare time on their hands, and a lot more space within The Burrow. In a bout of boredom and inspiration, Arthur had converted a couple of the upstairs bedrooms into a much larger dining area for everyone. The walls had been painted a deep red, and it complemented the dark floorboard perfectly creating a lovely warm feeling within the room.

In place of one long table for everyone to sit at, there were several smaller tables, with one just underneath a window serving as a buffet table. Sitting atop this, there were trays of several types of meat each glistening with their juices, dishes piled high with crisp roast potato, creamy mashed potato, candied carrots, mixed with crisp green beans and peas. Fluffy, beautifully risen Yorkshire puddings were piled on top of one another resembling a small pyramid on the plate.

Knowing that a gravy boat or two would not suffice, Molly had set down several different gravies and sauces resting in pewter pitchers, ready to be poured over the hot food. Hermione's stomach grumbled as she shifted Henry's weight in her arms, wondering how she was going to hold him and eat her own food until she saw that Molly had really thought of everything. She had set up one of the old baby's cribs in the corner of the room for Victoire, Henry, Lucy and baby Molly, so that they would be able to nap whilst the adults enjoyed their food.

Tucking Henry under the blankets, she wandered over to the buffet table and waited in the small queue that had formed in the intervening minutes. Hermione inwardly chuckled as she watched each of the pregnant females pile enough of the delectable food on their plates to rival their husbands'. Thankfully, it did not take long for everyone to find a place and sit themselves down.

The new dining room itself was not the most heart-warming thing for Hermione. She had a newfound respect for all the little homely touches, which were so distinctly a part of Molly Weasley. The starched white napkins were obviously handmade and Hermione relished the fact that if she squinted enough, she could see the individual stitches that would have taken Molly hours and hours to complete.

The silver was polished to perfection, and now that there were no children at home to be forced into helping, Hermione knew that it would have taken Molly days to polish enough silver for the members of the family. There was also her own mother, Marian to add to the mix, as well as Luna's father who had also joined the Weasley's for their Christmas celebrations in lieu of spending it alone.

Bottles of elf-wine, butterbeer and fire-whisky were soon interspersed amongst the jugs of pumpkin juice, and the volume of chatter in the room steadily rose whilst the levels of alcohol in bottles decreased.

"I'd like to propose a toast!" Arthur had to shout to be heard over his family. The babbling slowly ceased enough for Arthur to be heard clearly, and heads turned to his direction, waiting to see what was going to be said.

"I'd just like to say a few words, seeing as it's Christmas, and the first time us Weasley's have all been together in a very long time. It has certainly been a year of ups and downs, sometimes more downs than ups, but looking around this room, I can't help but feel that we have stuck together and once again triumphed in the face of adversity."

Raising his glass of elf-wine, Arthur continued to speak.

"So, I would like to propose a toast to... to... to the newest grandchildren of the family – a constant reminder that there is hope for the future when we stick together as a family."

His sentiments were almost immediately echoed around the room, not least by those to which they were directed. In fact, Victoire could distinctly be heard babbling to herself amongst the other babies.

"To the grandchildren!"

Hermione beamed with joy as she put her arm around Fred's waist, and together they raised their glasses to their wonderful family.


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