Harry Potter One Shots

my little star sweeper // f.w.

summary / after a long, tiring day, fred returns home to find y/n singing their baby girl a lullaby.

word count / 1.3k

warnings / none, absolute fluff

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It had been a long and tiring day at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes for Fred. The holiday season was nearing, and that meant business would be booming that month. The number of customers increased exponentially by the day, resulting in harder working and longer hours for Fred and George.

In his youth, the idea of putting his full attention and energy into their joke shop was something he marveled over, something he was positive he would never grow tired of. Growing up with a large family and a smaller income, he reveled in owning such a successful business. Fred and George had exquisite minds when it came to their business, their witty thinking and seemingly endless supply of passion for pranking led them to be so successful in creating projects and continuing to expand their company.

But as Fred neared his later twenties, and his body ached from his accident back in the war, he found himself yearning to place less energy in his business, and more energy in his growing family. While his passion for his job would never cease, as it was an eternal flame and something that connected him and his brother, once the world had gifted him with his beautiful wife and sweet baby girl, they became his top priority and keeper of his heart.

It was the latest Fred had returned home in weeks. Not only was the shop busy, but it was a Friday, and that meant staying later than normal to close up the shop after a hectic day. He stepped into his flat, his shoulders instantly relaxing at the dim lighting and comfort of his home. He moved quietly to take off his shoes and jacket, knowing well that Y/N and their daughter, Amelia, were surely asleep by now.

His brows furrowed though as he noticed a soft light coming from his daughter's room. He creeped up slowly to the door, careful not to be too loud incase she had fallen asleep with the light on. A faint, sweet voice sounded in his ear as he neared the doorway and his heart warmed as he realized.

"La la lu, la la lu

Oh, my little star sweeper

I'll sweep the stardust for you

La la lu, la la lu

Little soft fluffy sleeper

Here comes a pink cloud for you"

He peeked around the corner and caught the sight of Y/N leaning over the edge of the small crib their six month old laid dozing off in. She was singing softly, the words leaving her lips in the most motherly tone, one that caressed the cheek of her baby and fluttered her little eyes closed.

Amelia Weasley was the spitting image of her father, soft doe eyes and ginger curls, tiny freckles littering her cheeks. Everyone who met her knew instantly that she belonged to a Weasley, but Fred saw her mother in her more than himself. He saw the dip in her cupid's bow that mimicked Y/N's, and the curve of her nose that resembled the one he had kissed so many times.

Fred Weasley was absolutely in love with his little girl, she was his pride and joy.

The battle of Hogwarts left Fred a shell of himself for months after his accident, and even when he returned to himself, working at the joke shop and finding his footing again, he still wasn't completely himself. It wasn't until Amelia that Fred felt as if the last piece of the puzzle had fallen into place.

Y/N glanced up to the doorway as Fred peeked his head in. Her eyes lit up, happy to see her husband returning home. She noticed the bags under his eyes and felt her heart ache for him. She noticed the warmth in his brown eyes as he looked down at their little girl. She patted the spot beside her on the floor before she returned to the lullaby.

"La la lu, la la lu

Little wandering angel

Fold up your wings, close your eyes"

Fred's sock clad feet tiptoed over the carpet flooring quietly, his tall figure waltzing through the room without a sound – something he picked up as a father. He sunk down next to Y/N, immediately wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his side. Fred turned to place a kiss to her cheek before settling his head in the crook of her neck. He felt Y/N's body relax in his hold, signaling to him she was worried waiting on his return.

It was moments like these that had Fred's heart swelling for her like it did back in their youth. As teenagers, they were quite inseparable anyway, being childhood friends before their relationship blossomed romantically. But as they became husband and wife, they noticed the shift in their relationship, strengthening it further. And as they welcomed their first child, it reached an all time high of love and warmth.

Y/N's hand reached up to comb through Fred's fiery hair, earning a relaxing sigh from his lips, whisking against her neck. She used her other hand to reach into the crib, her soft fingertips curling a piece of Amelia's ginger hair in her grasp. She chuckled as Fred quietly laughed into her neck as the curl stuck upwards in the air.

"La la lu, la la lu

And may love be your keeper

La la lu, la la lu, la la lu

There now, little star sweeper

Dream on"

Y/N sang the last verse to the song as her and Fred quietly rose from their spots. Fred leaned down to press a soft kiss to Amelia's head before Y/N turned off the lamp. They snuck out of the bedroom, pulling the door behind them quietly and releasing a sigh when it clicked shut.

Fred wrapped his arms around her waist again. Y/N turned around to face him, reaching her arms up to wrap around his neck. He leaned down as she raised up and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. It was slow but short, communicating a softness between them that let the other know they registered the tiredness they felt.

"Hi." Y/N mumbled against his lips.

"Hi, princess." Fred sighed, pecking her lips again.

"Rough day?" She whispered.

Fred hummed, "Better now."

Y/N smiled and nuzzled her nose against his. Fred leaned down to kiss her forehead before his hand sat on her lower back as they walked towards their bedroom. Y/N, already in her comfortable clothing, slipped into their king sized bed. She watched as Fred shuffled out of his work clothing and into pajamas.

He slipped into bed with Y/N and pulled her waist towards him, her back pressed against his chest. He curled around her, pressing sweet, warm kisses to her neck that had her relaxing into a lazy fit of quiet giggles.

"I missed you like hell." He mumbled into her hair.

She turned around in his grasp to face him and held his face in her hands. She brought his lips down to hers and kissed him slowly, letting her tongue swipe his bottom lip which pulled a low moan from his lips.

"I missed you too." She muttered against his lips as she pulled back.

Fred turned his head to kiss her palms before cuddling against her. Y/N reached to grab the television remote as Fred got comfortable. She turned on an old rerun at a low volume, finding comfort in the nostalgia of the old movie and the dim lighting in their dark room.

Fred settled his head against her chest, placing himself on top of her and nustling his hips in between her legs. He wrapped his arms around her middle and sighed comfortably when he felt her fingertips scratching at his scalp.

Sleep waited patiently behind Fred's eyes, inching closer as he sunk into his wife's embrace. His eyes suddenly began fluttering closed as a familiar tune fell from her lips.

"La la lu, la la lu

Oh, my little star sweeper

I'll sweep the stardust for you"