•This story takes scenes from the Harry Potter series. I want to make it clear that I don't own those scenes. That's owned by
J.K. Rowling. Thank you•

~Scarlett~

"Oh. My. Godric. Sirius are you seeing what I'm seeing?!" Mum squealed.

"My dear Clairesse, I think I am," Dad gasped. "Is our very own Scarlett Carina Black curling her hair?!"

"Oh sod off," I groaned.

"I'm gonna let that one slide." Mum narrowed her eyes at me. "But really, is this to impress Fred?"

I glared at them both, pointing the curling wand at them threateningly. "No. I'm simply trying it out."

"Trying it out coincidentally the day Fred's showing up?" Dad hummed in response, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay fine!" I gave up, crying out dramatically. "Yes! I would like to impress my boyfriend by actually looking decent!"

Mum laughed. "I don't think I have ever given a single thought on doing my hair to impress Sirius. You either appreciate the messy bun or you can leave."

"The holy bun," Dad chuckled.

"I know Fred doesn't mind," I sighed. "I just thought I'd try it."

"Okay, okay." Mum nodded. "We're gonna go finish lunch, but they should be here soon."

I smiled at her statement. Fred was going to be here soon! I waved as they left, quickly finishing my hair. I was wearing my light wash jeans and Fred's Quidditch jumper — which I hadn't really taken off since I've been here, other than the few times Mum forces me to wash it.

Satisfied with what I was wearing, I rushed down the stairs, just about making it to the bottom before I ran into a figure.

"Woah!" A familiar voice laughed, falling with me to the floor.

"Fred!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around him.

"Hey, Baby," he smiled, bringing me into a kiss.

"Out of the way lovebirds," Ginny called, walking through with her trunk.

Fred helped me to my feet, pulling me to where Ginny had gone into the dining room.

"Everyone just put their trunks upstairs! We've marked all of the doors according to whose in which room!" Mum announced. "And no, Scarlett, you can not share your room with Fred."

"Hey, Mum," Fred called, "George and I can't find our trunks."

"Your father had to proof them to make sure you weren't sneaking in any explosives." Molly glared. "Go ask him."

"Won't find them under all the cloaking spells we did," Fred whispered to me, winking as he walked away.

"Sirius is downstairs getting some extra pillows, but please try not to freak out. The constant screams and death blames he gets has started to take a toll on him," Mum sighed, smiling sadly at Molly

"I completely understand," Molly nodded. "But, as a matter of past beliefs, I find it hard to see him as anything but the man who killed my family."

"Voldemort, killed your family." Mum bit back a groan. "With the help of Peter Pettigrew. Not Sirius!"

Molly just nodded shortly.

"Dad said he'd explain it to everyone over dinner," I stated, smiling at Molly. "But it's good to see you here anyways, Molly."

Molly looked between Mum and I for a second before sucking in some air. "I think...I think it best that you and your family refer to me as Mrs. Weasley."

Mum's mouth dropped and I felt a pang in my chest.

"Mrs. Weasley, thought I'd let you know we found our trunks," Fred said, reappearing at my side.

"That's great, Fred," Mrs. Weasley nodded, "but you don't have to call me that. I was talking to Scarlett and Clairesse."

"No I believe your exact words were 'you and your family', and I would consider myself and Scar family," Fred explained, his hand finding mine. I grinned at his words, kissing his cheek.

Mrs. Weasley's lips pursed, her eyes avoiding ours.

"Now I reckon you're overreacting a bit," Fred added.

"Well I reckon you shouldn't be talking to your mother like that."

"And I reckon you're treating my girlfriend and her parents like crap just because you can't get over the fact that the person you thought was your family's killer is actually just a normal man trying to escape people like you."

"You're lucky we're here under Albus' orders or you could bet you'd be grounded right now," she scoffed. "Go unpack. I don't want to see you down here till dinner."

Fred rolled his eyes, taking my hand and leading us back out into the thin hall.

"Where's your room?" He muttered, still angry.

"Top floor," I frowned at his unhappy expression, taking it as my turn to lead him. Once we had gotten to my room I closed the door behind us, sitting him down on my bed.

"Don't let her get you down," I smiled sheepishly. "It's been almost three weeks since I've seen your cute face."

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't just call my face 'cute'," Fred cringed.

"Oh but I did," I laughed, poking his nose.

"Well there's only one real cute thing here," Fred grinned.

"Oh yeah?"

He responded by flipping me over so that my back was on the bed, his hands running up and down my sides as I shrieked with laughter.

"Fr-Fred Weasley yo-you sto-stop this in-inst-instant!"

He only continued tickling me.

Realizing he wasn't going to listen to my pleads, I pushed forward and pressed my lips against his. He laughed, pulling back and sitting next to me. I sat up in the bed, leaning into his side.

"I've missed you," I grinned, looking up at him.

"And I you," he responded, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

I was about to say something when the door swung open, slamming into the door stopper.

"Scarlett!" George screamed, running and jumping on top of us. Fred and I groaned in pain, attempting to shove him off us.

"We were having a moment!" I whined.

"Yeah, a moment that called for the one and only, George Weasley!"
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So sorry for the short chapter, I started writing it this morning and needed to wrap it up to publish today. Basically another filler chapter with the sole purpose of making Molly out to be a bitch again.

I did have an idea for her that will definitely crush you guys' hearts! My favorite! (Debating telling you Aprilunicorn)

For anyone flipping tables, I don't tell her everything🙄Just the good stuff.

Lmao, I really don't. I just tell her small things that aren't quite spoilers but still send a message. If y'all are really offended just message me and I'll decide if you're worthy enough. (It's honestly not that serious, I just thought of it late last night and kinda shrugged along to it.)

Anyway, I gotta go help with something undetermined. I think I'm bathing my nephew or something? I shall get back to that later while editing!

(Update: I did end up bathing him. I'd show y'all pictures but I'd rather not expose my 8 month old nephew.)

Welp, that's all I got! I love you all very dearly, I hope you've had a great day, and ¡adios!
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