One-hundred and forty-nine

                                    

                                          
Some of you already know this, but Blake is getting her very own story, which means it'll be a cross-over.
                          
I just posted chapter zero where you're introduced to the characters as well as the warnings and disclaimers.
                          
Also, to the ones who've already seen it but haven't seen my comment about changing the names, please go back and look at it again.
                          
When I posted it, I had completely forgotten to change the names. The names were what I wanted them to be named at first, but I changed it a while ago, just forgot to actually physically change it in chapter zero.
                          
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On December 21st, George and I were cooking dinner together, which was rare.
                          
Either I was cooking, or else he would. Fred never really cooked and Blake didn't know how to, so it was always either George and I, but it was rare that we did it together.
                          
It was easy food.
                          
Caprese chicken pasta.
                          
Fred and Blake were currently out looking for a Christmas tree. We were out late this year. Three days until Christmas Eve but then again, last year we spent it at the Burrow, and the year before, I spent it with my family, seeing as I wasn't with George at the time.
                          
But this year, we were just four and we needed a Christmas tree.
                          
"Imagine if Chloe continued growing." George suddenly spoke without a warning. "And she were suddenly taller than us..."
                          
"What?"
                          
"Wouldn't that be funny?" He grinned, wrapping his arms around my body.
                          
"It would be odd to say the least."
                          
"Stop being boring." He whispered against my neck where he planted a kiss. "Laugh with me. It's funny."
                          
I chuckled and reached my free hand up to pat the side of his head.
                          
I put the dish in the oven before I turned towards George, leaning back against the counter.
                          
"We could just cook the dinner with a flick of our wands." He suggested with a shrug.
                          
"Stop being boring." I mocked. "It's more fun this way."
                          
"There's nothing fun about cooking. It's fun eating it but cooking? No... that's why we've got spells."
                          
"Then why do you never use spells when you cook?"
                          
George smirked as he pulled himself up to sit on the dining table, swinging his legs.
                          
"I do."
                          
"Of course you do." I sighed, shaking my head before a green fire came from the fireplace, followed by Marco appearing.
                          
"Marco!" I cheered. "My one and only love!"
                          
"Hey!" George frowned but I ignored him, then my expression fell when I saw the look on Marco's face. George seemed to notice as well. "Something wrong?"
                          
"I—" Marco looked between us with a small frown. "...I just found out who my biological father is."
                          
I pushed myself away from the counter.
                          
"I thought you already knew that... he left, he—"
                          
"I just talked to my mum." He explained. "The man who left, wasn't my biological father either but at the time, he was just there so they decided to lie. Then he left and now I've got Silas but..."
                          
Marco walked over to take a seat at the table.
                          
"Sirius Black..."
                          
George raised his eyebrows in surprise while I simply looked at Marco.