He smiled at his wife lovingly before kissing her damp forehead and leaving the room. Each time his wife said the same thing, "I must look atrocious right now," but in truth, she could never have looked more beautiful. How could he think she was ugly when she had just given birth to a seventh child, a girl no less. The first girl in the Weasley line for seven generations. She was going to grow up powerful.

Walking out into the corridor, Arthur looked at his six boys. Five of them were sleeping in the chairs that were along the opposite wall. The only one awake out of his children was Ron. He was happily sitting on the babysitter's knee as she bounced him softly.

Pamela was in her early twenties and had been looking after his children since Bill was born. When she looked up at Arthur, her eyes held a question. In response, Arthur smiled widely and answered her unasked question.

"It's a girl."

"Congratulations, Mr. Weasley." Pamela smiled before looking at the sleeping boys. "They were all up while the little one here slept, so they just fell asleep."

"Well I guess I'll just have to take little Ron in to meet his little sister," Arthur said, picking Ron up off Pamela's lap. His son squirmed slightly, not liking being suspended in midair. Ron settled down when Arthur drew him to his chest and let him cuddle into him.

Arthur carried him into the ward and over to the bed that his wife and daughter were in. "Ron, meet your little sister."

The look on Ron's face was something to remember. His face was covered in wonder and curiosity. He looked at the little girl as if she was a marvel to be admired. He reached his little hand out towards her as she watched him with her big blue eyes. As Ron's hand drew closer, his sister gave a slight noise, like a giggle cross a cry and it startled Ron, making him jump in Arthur's arms. He withdrew his hand sharply; his eyes wide and his mouth slacked. Arthur and Molly looked at each other and smiled before looking back at their two youngest children.

Ron was turning his head to observe her better. When she made another sound Ron clung onto Arthur and looked at his mother, as though afraid his sister was hurt in someway. With an encouraging little jiggle from Arthur, Ron reached out his hand again and this time, his little fingers touched his little sisters forehead.

"Be gentle," Molly cooed.

And Ron was. He stroked her face as though he was afraid she would break under his touch. Instead of breaking, she made the giggly sound again. "Little sister," Ron whispered to her.

Ron's hand retracted in surprise again when the door opened rather loudly. Arthur looked over to see his other sons come pounding into the room. Pamela smiled apologetically, but thankfully the ward was empty.

"What's her name?" Bill asked as Pamela picked Fred and George up in turn and popped them onto the end of Molly's bed.

"They woke up and wouldn't stop asking questions so I told them. Sorry," Pamela confessed as she picked Percy up and put him to on the bed, letting Bill and Charlie climb on.

"It's alright, Pamela," Molly told her.

"Sooo, what's her name?" Pamela asked slightly.

Arthur and Molly chuckled and looked at each other before looking at the waiting faces. "Ginerva, after my grandmother," Molly answered, looking down at the baby in her arms.

Ron smiled. "Ginerva."