Molly Weasley didn't think any woman particularly loves being pregnant. The whole "look at you, you're glowing!" kind of wears off right around the time you realize your entire closet will no longer fit you and your feet swell up to the point where you can't stand for more than a half hour.
She felt the baby kick again, just missing the right side of my ribcage. Whatever the baby was, it was feisty. The only time the little one seemed to settle down was at Order meetings, which made no sense whatsoever to Molly since the meetings were usually quite…rowdy. Molly sighed and pushed the thought out of her head for now and continued to cook breakfast.
Well, she was trying to, at least. She held her wand in one hand, her hand performing motions almost too quick to discern, while the dishes flew about accordingly. In her other hand, she held her one and half year old son, Ron. He was busy sucking on a bottle, and trying to ignore his twin brothers. Four year olds Fred and George had each attached themselves to their mother's leg. They both had pots on their heads, which they were banging on with spoons. How they had even found spoons and pots, Molly didn't know.
Her three eldest sons sat at the breakfast table. Ten year old Bill had his head leaned back against the chair, eyes slowly drifting shut. Eight year old Charlie had his head resting on the table. Lastly, five year old Percy was staring at his twin brothers with a disapproving look. Molly was about to scold Fred and George when her husband, Arthur walked in. Fred and George immediately ran to their father, jumping up and down for his attention.
"You'll never believe what we did, Dad!" Fred, or maybe George exclaimed.
"Yeah! Last night, we got Percy to eat a crayo-," the other twin was saying before Percy interrupted.
"Hello, father," Percy greeted, his ears a bit red.
Molly turned her attention away from her boys and set Ron down gently. He teetered off slowly to meet his father, who picked him up. Molly turned her attention towards the stove, and hoped Arthur would entertain the children while she finished breakfast. She slowly fanned herself as the stove's heat wafted towards her.
Molly thought this was her hardest pregnancy of the seven. Never had any of her children been born in the summer, and the last months of the pregnancy were particularly harsher with the heat. She didn't think she had ever sweated more in her entire life than she had in the past two months.
It was a hot, very humid day towards the middle of August. The eleventh, to be exact. The summer had been the hottest that the Wizarding World had seen in a long while. Molly didn't know what could make the pregnancy harder, except maybe twins. She shuddered delicately. Molly was not a weak woman by any means, but the thought of raising another pair of twins made her want to sit down and cry.
Molly waved her wand around, distributing plates and food to each of her sons. She took her place next to Arthur and gazed fondly at her family. She loved them, she really did. It was little moments like these where she knew she was really blessed. Her six red-headed sons caused absolute carnage trying to reach their breakfast, even little Ron had somehow managed to deposit his plate on top of his head. And yet…she gently rubbed her huge belly. Six boys. Molly would love a daughter. A little, red-headed thing who she could play dress-up with and teach her how to deal with her brothers. Molly had tried to quash all hopes of the baby being a girl, because really what were the chances? Molly had two brothers, Arthur had two brothers, and the she didn't even know the last time a girl had been born to any Weasley. Somehow though, Molly still had a tiny shred of hope that this child, her last child, for her and Arthur had agreed that seven was plenty enough, that this child was a girl. She sighed a little, but was broken out of her thoughts by a shout.
"Mum! George is hitting me!" Fred interrupted her musing.
"Am not! It was Bill!" With that, the usual Weasley chaos ensued once more.
Molly knew they were lucky. The Weasleys were extremely fortunate to be a whole family still. The war was harsh and the Death Eaters were merciless. Molly's heart ached at the thought of one of those…vile Death Eaters taking away one of her precious boys. It hurt to even think about for too long. Molly glanced at Arthur, who seemed to be having a similar thought process, as usual. He looked so tired, haggard almost. Wizards weren't the only ones suffering from the War. She knew that many Muggles had lost loved ones because of You-Know-Who's agenda. She felt him grasp her hand under the table, rubbing a finger of her wedding ring gently.
"Order meeting later," Arthur muttered.
She nodded, she usually didn't mind the Order meetings, but she had to go to Diagon Alley today. Since it was a Tuesday, she needed to bring the boys with her, and her back was really starting to bother her. Only a few more days, she told herself, while kneading her back slowly.
She ran through the checklist for Diagon Alley in her mind. Bill needed new clothes, and Charlie could do with some new trainers, his old ones had a few holes. Percy possibly needed glasses, and Fred and George were just a handful to take with to Diagon Alley. Ron was too little to stir up much of a trouble, but he would need to be changed and fed. Not to mention, Molly was feeling extremely sore and moodily pregnant. Her and her neighbor, Serena Lovegood, loved to complain to each other about the various ailments of being pregnant. However, Luna had been born a couple months ago, so Molly was alone for the last two months.
"I don't know if I'll go," she muttered back to Arthur. "There's-"
Oh, shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Molly knew that feeling. How couldn't she, after six births? She slowly felt the wetness creep down her legs. Damn it. She often didn't swear, even in her mind, but this wasn't normal circumstances.
"Never mind that, Arthur," Molly said quickly, a tone of urgency in her voice, while Arthur glanced up from his toast. Even her sons quieted down; as if they knew what their mother was going to say was important.
"Molly? Is it the baby?"
"The baby is coming," She confirmed, already fighting back a wave of pain. "Soon."
Arthur immediately leapt into action.
"Bill, Floo the Lovegood's. I'm sure they won't mind looking after you for a bit. If they don't want to take all of you, split up to the Longbottom's or the Potter's. That's it, alright?"
Bill nodded solemnly at his father's orders. He picked up Ron, and gathered the rest of his brothers into the living room.
Arthur gently took Molly's hand.
"MollyWobbles, dear, are you still alright for Apparating?"
Molly could barely stand to answer, for the pain was still fresh in her mind. She gritted her teeth and forced out a few words.
"Just go, Arthur!"
He nodded, and gripped her arm firmly. She could barely hold back a moan of pain. As she rushed into the delivery room of St. Mungo's, she became annoyed very fast with the Healers.
"I've had six children! I think I know what to do better than any of you lot!" She said, harshly. Arthur quickly apologized, explaining that Molly wasn't in the right mind.
"I'll show you right mind! This is half your fault, anyway!"
After a grueling three hours, maybe more so for Arthur than Molly, the Healers were waving the wands over the baby, performing diagnostic spells.
"She's perfectly healthy," the Healer announced, handing over the pink bundle to Molly.
"She?" Molly said in awe. A girl!
Molly glanced at Arthur, tears brimming in her eyes. He stared back at her lovingly. The proud parents sat for an hour or so, just marveling at the baby in Molly's arms. She slept soundly, and Molly looked at her little face and found herself wondering what she'd look like when she grew.
A knock on the door broke the parents' out of their reverie.
"I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, but visiting hours end in five minutes," The Healer said. "You'll have to stay the night just to make sure everything is alright, but you should be clear in a day or so."
The Healer left the room and Molly turned to Arthur.
"Did you check on the boys?"
"Yes," He replied. "Luna was sick, so Fred, George, and Bill went over to the Longbottom's. Charlie, Percy, and Ron went over to the Potter's."
"That's good," Molly said tiredly. "James and Lily's son is right around Ron's age. It's good for Ron to have someone to play with."
She yawned hugely and Arthur chuckled.
"I'll see you in the morning, love," He kissed her on the head softly and left the room. He stuck his head back in. "I'll bring the boys in the morning, I think they'll want to meet her."
Molly nodded sleepily, already drifting into unconsciousness.
The next morning Molly awoke and immediately picked up her newest child. She sighed happily, and just stared down at her daughter, examining all her features carefully. She marveled at the fact that they had the exact same color eyes, it kind of reminded her of-
"Molly!" Well, speak, or think of the devil and she shall appear. Molly smiled up at her friend.
"Hello, Lily," she greeted. "What are you doing?"
The red-head walked into the room, holding one year old Harry by the hand.
"Harry needed some medicine, he has a bit of a cold," She explained. "James is around here somewhere too, but-" She waved her hand. "I've given up trying to keep an eye on him." She finished with a smirk.
Molly laughed at her former pregnant copatriot. When she was pregnant with Ron, and Lily pregnant with Harry, they had often talked and complained together.
"I hope the boys weren't too much of a trouble last night," Molly said.
"Don't worry about it, they were wonderful," Lily replied with a wave of her hand.
"So this is the new little Weasley?" Lily asked, coming closer to the bedside. "Harry, don't touch," she scolded as her son reached towards some medical tools.
Molly nodded happily, beaming down at the bundle in her arms.
"What's her name?" Lily asked.
Molly hesitated. Her and Arthur had suggested a few girl's names, almost as a joke a couple months back. They had agreed that the middle name would be Molly, it seemed appropriate that their first daughter take Molly's name just like Bill had take Arthur's. The first name was a bit more troublesome, but Molly thought it held a certain charm.
"Yes, this is Ginevra," Molly introduced. "Would you like to hold her?"
"Sure!" the fellow red-head gently took the newborn into her arms. She placed a finger in her hand. "She sure is a beauty! Hi Ginevra!"
Lily turned thoughtful. "Hmm…Ginevra Potter, that doesn't sound too bad, does it?"
Two pairs of green eyes rested on Molly as she burst out laughing. "I can't think about that yet! I just got her! Ask me again in a couple years!"
Laughing, Lily bent down towards Harry's level.
"Look, Harry. I bet this little girl and you will be good friends someday. Can you say hi to Ginevra?"
The raven-haired boy walked forward, and green curiously met brown. "Gi…Gin…Ginny?" He tried out.
"Close enough," Lily laughed, ruffling her son's hair. She handed back Ginevra to Molly, kissing her softly on the forehead. "We should probably be going, James is probably looking for us." She left the room with a wave, picking up her son.
A few minutes after Lily and Harry left, the rest of her family filed in.
"Could barely get us all through here," Arthur said. "The receptionist didn't believe me when I said they were all ours."
Bill was the first of her sons to slowly shuffle forward and peer at the little baby.
"Hi there, little sister," He said softly. Charlie came soon afterwards, poking the baby's belly gently.
"Just you wait, little red, I'll teach you all about Quidditch," Charlie promised.
Fred and George bounced forward next.
"We'll teach you all about pranks," George said.
"And how to get away with it," Fred finished.
Percy walked closer to the bed.
"What's her name, Mother?"
"Ginevra," Molly said, shooting a glare at Fred and George when they laughed.
Arthur came forward last, holding Ron. Ron just stared curiously down at the baby, he didn't know what to make of it. Arthur set Ron down, and took his daughter into his arms for the first time. Ginevra just looked around at them all, brown eyes taking in every thing. Molly thought back on her encounter with Harry and Lily, smiling. What had Harry called her, Ginny? There was something in that…
"Ginevra Molly Weasley," he said wonderingly.
"Ginny," Molly corrected. Arthur nodded, a smile on his face.
"Ginny Weasley," he said. "My baby girl."
AN: Okay guys, so I've decided to stick with the third-person POV, because that's how JK wrote Harry Potter and I'm sticking to the books as close as possible. Sorry for the story alert, but I edited this chapter a bit. Added some things, and corrected some grammar. Enjoy!