{ Little Weasley } - Emerson Weasley

{ Chapter 2 }

Fred's PoV

"Dad! Daddy! Wake up! Come on! I don't want to be late!"

I groan and rubbed the sleep from my eyes before opening them to see Emery jumping on my bed.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, yawning and letting out a stretch.

"Todays the day, silly!" Emery replies.

I chuckle. How could I forget?

Emery is going to Hogwarts.
Away from home.
Away from me until Christmas.

I quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her to the bed and trapping her against my chest.

"I don't want you to goooo!" I whined, pouting out my lip.

She giggles and tries to free herself.

"It's only until Christmas, dad!"

I let go of her and covered my eyes with my arm

"Oh, my dear Emery. How will I cope without you?!"

There was silence before she picks up my arm and looks at me with her eyebrow raised.

"You're so dramatic."

I burst out laughing and sat up.

"How dare you! I'm trying to tell you how much I'm gonna miss my little girl!"

She rolls her eyes and sits next to me.

"I'll be okay! James and all the others will be there."

I smile and moved a piece of hair from her face.

"I know you will, darling. And I know you'll enjoy yourself there."

She smiles before jumping onto her feet.

"Come on! I still need to pack!"

"Wait...you still haven't packed?!"

"Of course not!" She says. "Who do you think I am, a Potter? I'm a Weasley, remember? We're not the organised lot."

I laugh before getting out of bed.

"You're right there, kiddo. Come on then!"

"Right!" I say, placing my hands on my hip as I looked at all the bags that were stacked in the middle of the living room. "Have we got everything?"

Emery looks at her list.

"Books? Check! Wand? Check! Uniform? Check!"

"You pet niffler?" I asked.

"In his cage." Emery replies.

"Quite curious on why you chose a niffler as your pet.." I said.

Emery shrugs.

"He was cute! Plus, didn't mum have a niffler when she was at Hogwarts?"

I chuckle.

"She did. The thing was a nuisance. Always stealing my coins and rings."

Emery giggles.

"Don't get me wrong, he was cute, but the amount of times we had to chase after him to get our stuff back." I said.

"Well, lucky for you, you won't have ANY of your things taken whilst I'm away." Emery says.

"That's great! I won't have to keep hiding them." I say.

We both laugh and I clap my hands together.

"Let's head out then! Don't want to be late!"

We arrive at Kings Cross and I grab Emery a trolley and placed her bags onto it. She walks beside me, holding her niffier in his cage. We approach Platform 9 and 3 quarters and I looked down at her.