Ron is my favorite character, so naturally I to write this. Also want to hear a sentence inspired by my favorite Weasley?
Me: Is it alright to say bloody hell in a church?
Apparently it tis not.
I do not own anything! Unless you count Ron, who will seems a little OOC. Oh maybe I could… nah.
Molly Eliza Weasley (née Prewett) has always wanted a daughter. And after five sons, her wish never dampened. So you can imagine her disappointment when she gave birth to her sixth son. Now don't take this the wrong way. Molly loved her sixth son as much as her other ones, but she couldn't help that little bit of disappointment when she was told she had a son. Though she just smiled, and asked the doctors if she could hold him.
When she was given her son, she couldn't help but notice that he was a little smaller than she could have wanted. (Probably due to the fact that he was early.) When her other sons came into the room to see their little brother, it was Bill who noticed what Molly hadn't.
"Mum" the ten year old said. "Why isn't he crying? All the others cried.
"We twid not!" the two year old twins said together.
"Yes you twid!" the four year old Percy said crossing his arms, and looking rather cross. Bill just looked over at his mother in worry, seeing that her brow was furrowed.
"It's probably nothing." Molly said. "A lot of babies don't cry."
"If you would like" a nurse said, after over hearing the conversation. "I'll take a look at him, to see." Molly looked over at her eldest, before nodding, and half-heartedly handing her youngest son to the nurse. The nurse nodded, and took off.
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"Mrs. Weasley?" Molly looked up from her book at the nurse.
"Yes?" she asked cautiously. Her eyes trained at her son, sleeping in the nurse's arms. The nurse noticed that, and handed Molly her son.
"I ran a few tests, and there is something wrong with him." Molly stared at the nurse in horror, clutching her son closer to her. "It's nothing life threatening." Molly loosened her grip, slightly. "But he is mute." Molly looked down at her son, before looking back at the nurse.
"Mute?" she whispered. The nurse nodded.
"Your son, will never be able to speak." Molly nodded at the nurse.
"Okay" Molly said. "When can we go home?"
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Man how am I going to make this work? I mean I need Ron to go to Hogwarts. Hmm… maybe there are special wands for this type of thing. Yes, that's it! But they will be pretty expensive. Probably will have to use old book from the others kids… yeah that's definitely what I am going to do, yay me for figuring this stuff out, and such and such. Oh this is fun don't stop now let it spin, let it spin, let it spin, eh I'm bored with this now.
