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Mom’s gonna kill me(Part 2)

            It was Ginny's suitcase, that was it, right? Yeah, he must've grabbed the wrong one when they were all leaving.  "I'll be right back." The red head quickly moved to the cart his sister is in, "Ginny. We must've switched suitcases at home or the station." He stated plainly.

"I don't think so." She shook her head, standing up to check the shelf above her. "No we didn't. Mom put my name on mine, see?" She pointed to the embroidered letters spelling out 'Ginevra' in their mothers signature golden thread.

"Oh." He blinked.

"Fred...if you don't have mine or yours, who's is it?"

He paled. Did it belong to the girl he ran into? The muggle girl? She's the only other possible owner. "Ginny...I'm a dead man."

"What? Who's is it?" Curiosity and concern found their way into her voice. "Where is it?"

"Umm...I don't know her name...and...I don't know where she lives, or where she's traveling to even attempt to find it. I can't walk around school in dresses and skirts! I...I gotta tell mom."

"Fred, she's go-"

"I know...Moms going to kill me."

[misunderstoodclearly]

"As much as Tommy hated to admit it, he actually liked Tubbo quite a bit."

art by me! Inspired by the AMAZING fanfic Black Bird Fly by @mollypollykinz! 🖤

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The Mix Up(Part 1)

       It was a usual morning in the King's Cross station for the Weasley family. The group of redheads ran through the station to make it to platform 9 ¾ . Molly Weasley, a charming mother of seven, counted each head as they arrived at the platform. She automatically knew two were missing. Her twins, the troublemakers of the bunch. Fred and George. If those two didn't make the train, she'd wring their necks once she caught them.

     The two lanky boys ran through the station, suitcases in their hands as they checked the time. They had five minutes to get to the train. Five minutes to get across the station. The two believed they could manage to get away a prank on a certain spoiled blonde boy, that backfired before they could complete it. "Mom's gonna kill us George!" Fred yelled to the younger twin, the two swerving through the crowds. "It was all your idea! You should've thought it through, Fred! You should've known Lucius would spot us before we reached Draco!" was the only thing he got in response.

    Fred mumbled under his breath, turning to his brother, his mouth open to give some sarcastic retort before he collided with something, the breath knocked out of him as he landed on the ground. He looked up to see that something, was a someone. A girl, rubbing her head, as she grabbed a dull brown beret off the ground. "S-sorry!" She muttered quickly as she grabbed a suitcase, extending her hand to help the boy up.

      He took her hand as he stood, shaking his head a bit, grabbing the other case. "No worries. We're all in a rush here." The girl simply nodded, saying a quick "Have a good day," before quickly scurrying off in the opposite direction.

          The twins knew this was the last chance they had to run to the train, booking it, they saw their mother, and only saw her mouth moving. They knew she was yelling, but they didn't have time to listen. "Bye mom! See you 'round Christmas!" George yelled, "Love ya!" Fred added as the two disappeared through the wall, meeting up with Ron and Ginny waiting in line for the Hogwarts Express. "Where'd you go off too this time?" Ginny asked, though she wasn't sure she really wanted to know. "We tried pulling a prank on Draco, didn't work out." The twins shrugged.

   Rons jaw dropped as he looked at his older brothers. "Why would pranking Malfoy be a good idea?"

     Like usual, the twins just shrugged as they saw the train pull up. "See ya at school, kids." They said in unison as they went on the train.

Like usual, the two sat alone, sneaking candy from Harry and Ron, performing small spells, napping, the usual for the eight hour train ride. Looking out the window at the sun that just began to set, Fred grabbed his suitcase. "I'm going to change into my robes, be back in a second George." He opened the suitcase to see...was that a dress? "Oh bloody hell..."

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Our First Home

Amelia sat straight in the overly fancy cushioned chair in the bright yellow office, a hand on her slightly bulging stomach. She watched her husband intently, noting how handsome he looked in his crisp suit and how shocked she was her own best dress suit fit, she watched him chat with the man and how he'd scribble his signature down every now and then. The stack of papers grew smaller and smaller, meaning the young couple grew closer and closer to finalizing their purchase.

Bucky had been home for almost three years now, and as they were reaching each charming, exhausting milestone with their two and a half year old, the news had arrived that they were expecting their second child. As ecstatic as they were, as they shared their joy with their friends and family, Amelia had expressed her concerned of how crowded their small city apartment would be adding a fourth person to the mix. Bucky hadn't even thought of the space they would lose adding a crib next to the newly set up toddler bed, and agreed that looking for a bigger space would be for the best. After adding up the costs for doctors visits, and everything else needed for their newborn, the two became worried how they'd pay the expensive rent of such a large apartment each month on top of the necessities for their children.

They hoped to avoid moving outside the city, hoping they could stay in the comfort of the busy streets they grew up on, but houses outside the city were cheaper, and would give them a surplus of space compared to anything else they could find. It took some time, but they finally found a home they loved and even their daughter, Charlotte, fell in love as she ran around the backyard. It was a luxury they hadn��t had before, and that made their appreciation greater.

Bucky set the pen down as he signed the last sheet, grinning as the man behind the desk congratulated them. The sale was closed, they had the deed, the house was theirs! He squeezed his wife’s hand, an ear to ear grin on his face. “We did it, doll.” He spoke as the two made their way to their car.

“We have a house!” She sighed happily, this was like a dream.

“A brand new home sweet home.”

“You ready to be covered in paint and squeeze boxes through doors?”

“Amelia, baby, i was born ready for this.” He kissed her forehead.

The young couple began to make their way back to their apartment, ready to get their daughter and ready to start a new life. Ready to move into their first home.

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Letters from Bucky(Part 1)

Amelia,

God, baby, I can’t believe this. I���m telling you I nearly jumped up cheering and made a fool of myself. I had to show Steve the letter and tell him the news, I hope you don’t mind. A baby? This is the best news I’ve gotten since you’ve agreed to marry me.

Keep me updated on everything, and be careful, okay? I know it’s not the usual, but I want to know what happens at the doctors and how you’re feeling. I’ll be home as soon as I can, back to you and our baby...that sounds amazing. We’re going to have a family! They’re going to be a good looking kid with you as their mother, you know that, right doll? They’ll have the best mother taking care of them. I always thought I’d want a son, and just that, but I’ll admit that now that it’s happening I don’t think I care. Just a healthy baby’s good for me, doesn’t matter if we have a son or daughter. This is a dream come true, Amelia!

I love you so much, I’ll get back to you safe and sound soon. Steve sends his regards, too.

Yours always,

Bucky

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Memories(Part 1)

Bucky sat at the small diner, eyes locked on the door. Steve told him he found someone who might be able to help him gain his memories back, and he had no idea who he was expecting. For the past fifteen minutes he watched people come and go, and not a single person seemed even remotely similar or even sent a glance in his direction. The bell above the door rang, telling the whole diner someone walked in. An older woman stood in the doorway, she fiddled with the purse in front of her. She seemed anxious as she turned her head, searching through the crowds.

Bucky wondered if this was the person Steve told him about, and his suspicions were confirmed when her eyes met his and a wide smile took over her features as she made her way to the booth. “When he said you haven’t changed much, he wasn’t joking…”

Bucky wasn’t sure what to say, he still wasn’t sure who this was, he shuffled uncomfortably in his seat giving a nod as she sat across from him.

“And you have no idea who I am…” she gave him a sad smile. “My name’s Charlotte, or CharlieJo. Either one is fine by me.”

Bucky's brow furrowed. “CharlieJo?” He asked.

“Mhm! It’s short for Charlotte Josephine.” She explained. “My Dad came up with the nickname, started calling me it when he got home from the house war and it just stuck.”

Bucky knew that name. He’s said that name before, how did he know that? “Who are you?” He asked.

“I’m your daughter…”