A/N - This is an ongoing collection of Harry Potter drabbles and oneshots. They're in no particular order and have no connection to each other. Ratings and spoiler warnings will be at the top of each chapter but shouldn't go above T.
No spoilers, rated G/K.
That first night, Molly held the perfect, tiny creature in her arms and cried.
She remembered the first night with Ron, not so long ago, frustrated that even this sixth child had been a boy. She loved him, of course, how could she not, but with five brothers and hopefully a sister sometime in the near future, she knew she could never love him enough.
She remembered the first night with Fred and George, studying each of their faces, trying to find ways to tell them apart. Arthur had made a crack about having to get them each a tattoo on their foreheads so they wouldn't get mixed up in the nursery and Molly had laughed and wished for a girl.
She remembered the first night with Percy, how he had come into the world without a sound and for one brief, horrible second they had thought he was dead. But no, he was alive, and she let Arthur choose the name because she had been hoping for a child she could name Ginevra.
She remembered the first night with Charlie, how he had cried and cried and cried and nothing they could do would make him quiet. She had felt a brief flicker of disappointment but she pushed it away, because this was her son, her child, and she was young and she had plenty of time to try again.
And she remembered the first night with Bill, how he had slept through the night and she had too, because she was so tired and so glad that it was over and even though he wasn't the daughter she'd wished for she made a promise to herself right then and there that she was never, ever going to do this again.
And she looked down at Ginny and cried.