The First Grandchild
Victoire. That was her name. Wasn't it? Arthur Weasley was too overjoyed to think straight.
"Arthur, please site down, dear. We can't go see Bill and Fleur until Fleur is actually awake," Molly Weasley was smiling wider than she had been in months. Arthur was practically dancing in his shoes.
Just then it seemed the whole world population came bursting in the door.
Charlie in a worn out t-shirt and beads of sweat on his for head, Percy with his glasses lopsided, George peering in with a vague smile on his face, Ginny still in her dirty Harpies uniform, Ron looking daze ,Harry clutching his chest and breathing heavily taking in big gulps of air, and finally Hermione her whole face bright as a light bulb.
Molly got up from her chair and squeals, hugging each and every one of the children.
"Let's go now!" Arthur finally boomed giving into his excitement.
The Third Grandchild
Percy came in cool as a cucumber in the late afternoon. At once Ginny, the only one in the room at the time, knew what had happened.
"Her name is Lucy Kim, "Percy says simply with a proud smirk on his face the slowly become a grin. "Lucy looks a lot like Audrey."
Ginny gave her brother a bone crushing hug and feels a tear of happiness slid onto her from the tip of Percy's nose.
The Fifth Grandchild
"Her name is Roxanne!" George Weasley boomed into the sleeping household. It was just past midnight and George was still in his pin striped pajamas. George hadn't been this happy since Dominique was born a couple years ago.
Molly was the first one down the stairs, wearing a pink night gown and a green robe. She was sleepy eyed but was smiling as George picked her up and twirled her around.
It was good to see George this happy for once.
The Seventh Grandchild
Ron felt a gush of joy as little, tiny, four day old, James looked up at him.
He had Ginny's eyes, that was not surprising. He seemed to have her sassy attitude and her personality.
James blinked and went back to sleep.
"Seems like Uncle Ron's starting to fancy little James," Ginny said leaning against the door frame of the Saint Mugos room
"Yeah. He really is perfect in every way," Ron said looking up at his sister with a wide smile.
The Ninth Grandchild
Rose didn't mind being three months apart from Albus. That only made them closer, it also allowed them to go to Hogwarts together. It felt good to have someone to pair up with, so she wasn't the odd one out.
"Ron, love, Harry would like to hold her now dear. And your mother also," Hermione said gently, taking the tiny baby from Ron's arms. He smiled and gave a sad glance at his daughter. He didn't want any other people to hold her but him and Hermione. She their Rosie. He loved her to death.
The Eleventh Grandchild
"Rosie, look! It's your new brother!" Ron said softly lifting Rose up to look over the blue bassinette.
"he's so cute daddy. I love him." Rose's eyes were wide and her small mouth was slightly upturned.
"I love him too, Rosie. And I love you, and mummy."
"He's perfect." Rose said not paying attention to Ron. Her fly away hair was in a pony tail, she kissed the baby's head and Ron knew then, that Hugo and Rose would be best friends.
I set this up a little odd i guess. the next chapter is with the numbers in between. you have to read that to really get it. this one is with the oldest, the other the younger people. REVEIW PLEASE!