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The world's most-loved red-headed family got busy!!! Follow the stories of Freddie, Ophelia, Cassiopeia, Theodore, Annabeth, and the rest of their cousins as they navigate the...
***A/N*** did you guys really think I'd make you wait till the weekend for the next part? haha PRANKED! ...Anyways... This chapter contains stuff that can be triggering to some people, including predatory behaviour and domestic abuse. As someone who grew up in a similar situation to the lowkey loml Theseus, I did my very best to make his emotions as real as possible but also keep it in the same tone that I've kept this entire book so far. I know I say this all the time and you guys are the best readers out there in my opinion. But please keep the comments respectful and all-around a good space!
Last thing! The image above is what Theseus' father looks like in my opinion and the image below is what Theseus' mother looks like. Enjoy!!!
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Living with the Weasleys is an experience that I wish everyone could live through at least once in their lives.
It's strange at first, to be welcomed into their home with open arms no questions asked. Being friends with your girlfriend's parents, her older brother, her twin sister, her younger siblings.
It's strange to work side by side with her family in her parent's shop. Learning what she's known her entire life. Joking around with her parents without the fear of anyone getting mad at you.
It's like nothing could put either of them in a bad mood. I've heard the stories of Violet LeStrange long before I ever met her. My father was a few years older than her at Hogwarts and he watched her become a powerful death eater, the most powerful witch he's ever seen according to him.
But you wouldn't know that if you looked at her today. Violet is soft, constantly smiling and joking around with her family. She's not afraid to love her children the way that my mother was so scared of loving me. She's the mother I never had but always wanted.
Anyways, none of that matters right now because Cassiopeia and I are roaming the streets of Diagon Alley. Violet and George have allowed us, and by us I mean their children, to have the day to do whatever it is that they want. And for me and Cassiopeia, well Cassiopeia, it is to show me where she grew up.
"I lost my first tooth here," Cassiopeia says. She points to the corner of the street with the hand that she isn't holding mine with, "Ophelia kicked a football into my face and it popped right out of my face. Hers fell out seconds after mine did and we just stood there with bloody mouths staring at each other before running back to the shop."
I laugh, not so much at her story but the look on her face when she tells it. The happiness spread across her face, unapologetic, unafraid to hide how she feels from the rest of the world. She's changed from when I first met her. A closed-off girl practicing dangerous magic in the middle of the night for no other reason besides curiosity. Now she carries herself with confidence, never once making a mistake and always speaks her mind about anything and everything. I desperately wish I could have her confidence.
