A/N: So this is my take on the 10 things you never knew about…Mine is going to be letters from one character to another, because I'm trying to get better at letters. And cause I'm slack it's only going to be 5. Sorry.

At 8:30 in the morning there was a tapping on the window and Molly ran in to let the barn owl in. She took the letter off it and sat down to read.

Dear Mum,

I know now why you did what you did. I know why you killed Bellatrix. It was because you saw her attack Ginny and that made you so very, very mad. You couldn't see straight, and you threw your whole self into the battle to save not only her but Luna and Hermione too.

I know that you dreamt about Dad the night before your first train trip, then couldn't believe it when you saw him and tripped over your own feet in surprise. I understand that now too.

I know you hated that you couldn't spoil us rotten like Narcissa Malfoy could to Draco. But you did in your own way, by giving us each other. I understand now why you had so many of us.

I know why you never gave up on any of us. You always hoped that we would eventually come back into your arms, because you couldn't imagine you without the rest of us. I understand now why you still make Fred a Christmas jumper.

I know that some of our spouses you didn't approve of fully. Fleur, Audrey and Angelina, but you still treated them with respect, the same way you treat Hermione and Harry because it was the fair thing to do. Because you had just gotten out of a long battle against predjudice, and you didn't want to have to face anymore ever again. I understand why you accepted my wife despite your misgivings.

I understand why you did all the things you did Mum, you did them because you loved us, and we loved you back. I hope you can teach me to instill those feelings in my daughter. The newest Weasley sits here in the crook of my arm, and she looks just like you. With her here now, I finally understand you.

I Love You Mum, and I'm Sorry,

Percy

P.S: Her name is Molly Weasley. I hope you approve mum.

'Arthur! Oh Arthur! Audrey had the baby! It's a girl! A baby girl!' Molly shouted, giddy with happiness tears streaming down her cheeks as Arthur ran in.

A/N: Ok, so this popped into my head and I had to write it. Please review! My mum's making me a scrapbook for my birthday (18! In two weeks!) and she made a page about me getting into her lipstick that's titled Mischief Managed! How awesome is my Mum?