A drabble about Molly Weasley and her grandson Fred
just a fluffy Lily/James...
just a Remus/Tonks oneshot. Very Fluffy!I fixed it!
In all his fifteen years he had never cried. Black's don't cry. But as he crumbled to the floor the tears welled and over-flowed.
There was no noise, no laughing or arguing. No shouting or movement. Because there was no one to move. There was only just him.
Well aren't we in cheery mood this afternoon. Have you just come from a broom closet?" She glanced up at Sirius and smiled."Well aren't we just out and about today. Visited your dear sick girlfriend yet?”