Okay, well, my sister Ariana-tan and I decided that this story didn't work the way she had written it, so we decided to rewrite the entire thing, from the beginning. We're keeping some parts, but most of it will be changed. It just didn't work well the way it was. Also, except for Angel, most of our OC's will either be changed so that they work, or they will be dropped. Some of them, once we decide how we want to do this, might be kept the same, but for the most part they won't. Also, I'm considering rewriting it in third-person. (I get to make most of the decisions for this one, since my sister will keep working on the original.) What do you guys think?
However, for those of you who liked the old one, it will still be available on my sister's account, Ariana-tan. The title will remain as is, as well. But be warned that the updates for both versions will probably be slow until summer break (in about two weeks).
Also, please don't be mad about any mistakes I didn't catch in this one – I'm about 90% certain I'm coming down with something – I have a bad sore throat, and I'm pretty sure I have a fever… but I did manage to stay in school the entire day. Just gotta hope that it doesn't get worse before Saturday – I have a dance recital.
That day, the Weasley house was much louder and busier than normal (which was pretty loud and busy to begin with). You see, Molly was, at that time, pregnant with her eighth child, who was still almost a full month away from its expected arrival. However, this was not what happened – that day, Molly went into labor. The oldest children (Bill, Charlie, and Percy) were down the street at the local elementary school (I'm imagining that none of them are old enough to go to Hogwarts yet, but in order for the plot to advance they can't be at home), and her husband Arthur was at work in the Ministry of Magic. The only people home were the four-year-old twins George and Fred, their two-year-old brother Ron, and the baby Ginny.
The twins had known that their mother was going to have a baby, but they also knew that the baby wasn't supposed to be coming yet. So they were very surprised when they went down into the kitchen for lunch and their mother screamed to them, "Boys, you have to tell Daddy that I'm going to have the baby. Get some Floo powder, and one of you go get him."
The boys looked at each other. Fred insisted, "George, you go get Daddy. I'll stay here with Mama."
George nodded and ran over to the fireplace, where they kept the container of Floo powder. Standing on his tiptoes on a small stool, he grabbed some and threw it into the fireplace. Bright green flames popped up. George stepped into them, yelled "Ministry of Magic", and whirled away.
Within seconds, George landed in a Ministry of Magic fireplace. He very dizzily stepped out, surprising some adult wizard who had just been about to leave for lunch. George apologized, and then ran down to the wall of elevators. He pushed the button that called the elevator excessively until finally an elevator arrived. He jumped inside, and then waited for the elevator doors to close.
Before they did, an older man with one normal eye and one bright blue eye hobbled into the elevator just before the doors closed. The man's normal eye blinked in surprise. "Hello. You're one of Arthur Weasley's kids, right?"
George nodded, slightly nervous.
The man's twisted mouth curved into a smile. "Nice to meet you. Are you looking for your father?" Again, George nodded. "I'll take you to him, if you want. Er, which one are you, again?"
George sighed. This was a question that he got a lot. "I'm George."
The man said, "Ah, alright. I think I remember seeing a picture of you and your brothers and sister in Arthur's office once."
Suddenly, the elevator called out, "Office for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts." (Sorry, but I didn't feel like going through the "Order of the Phoenix" book to find out exactly what floor Arthur works on, so I just made it the one above the atrium.)
The man smiled slightly again and put an arm on George's shoulder, "Alright, here we are, lad. I know where your father's office is, so I'll just bring you to him. Alright?"
George nodded. He had been here before, once or twice, but he usually wasn't paying attention to the way they were going… "Thank you. Um, who are you?"
The man chuckled and held out a hand that was scarred almost as badly as his face was. "My name is Alastor Moody. I work in the Aurors office."
George's eyes widened. He had heard about these famous wizards, who worked to bring down evil wizards, like You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters, from his brother Bill. "Really? That's so cool!"
Moody's expression darkened slightly. "It might be 'cool', but it's still very hard work." All this time, they had been walking, and at this point they reached a door. "And here we are. Say 'hello' to your father for me."
George nodded and opened the door, suddenly remembering the urgency of his mission. He called out to his father, the only person actually in the very small office, "Daddy, come quick! Mama said she's having the baby, right now!"
Arthur shot up. "What? But she's not due for another month! George, I'm going to need you to trust me on this – we're going to have to Apparate to get to her on time. Let's go!" Not wanting to wait for the elevator to come, Arthur grabbed George and ran up the stairs, two at a time. They raced through the atrium, earning some shocked glances as they went by. Arthur called over his shoulder, "My wife is having a baby!", and then ran through the front doors. Once they had reached outside, Arthur concentrated very hard, and soon the two of them were Apparating back to the Burrow.
They returned to a scene of utter chaos. Molly was still in labor, and both Ron and Ginny were crying. Fred was trying to comfort both of them, but he looked close to tears himself. Arthur quickly set George down on the ground and walked over to his wife, squeezing her hand tightly in reassurance. Meanwhile, George walked over to Fred, Ginny, and Ron. He hugged Fred, and then they each took one of the little ones and sat down cross-legged on the floor to try to calm them down.
After talking to Molly for a few minutes, Arthur said, "Okay, Fred, George, can you bring Ron and Ginny out to the car? We're going to drive Mama to St. Mungo's, so she can have the baby, okay?" The twins nodded and carried their younger siblings (Ginny just giggled, while Ron was protesting that he was "a big boy who didn't need any help") out to the turquoise Ford Anglia parked in the driveway. They opened the back doors and placed their siblings into the two middle carseats. Then they climbed in to sit in their carseats.
A few moments later, Arthur came out, supporting Molly on one arm and carrying her suitcase in his other hand. He helped her into the passenger seat and then got into the backseat to buckle the four children into their carseats. Then he ran around to the driver's side, got in, buckled up, and started the car.
Within minutes, they had arrived at St. Mungo's. Arthur took Molly's hand and ran with her into the waiting room, and then went back to get the children. He carried Ginny, took Ron's hand, and told the twins to follow. He then handed them over to their Great-Aunt Muriel, (Arthur had told her that the baby was coming early, and had asked her to look after the other children) who had Bill, Charlie, and Percy already sitting with her. Bill and Charlie both looked nervous, but Percy looked rather excited. He had been too young to appreciate it when his younger siblings had been born, so he was looking forward to having another new one. Bill and Charlie, however, were grown-up enough to know the dangers of having a baby a month early…
Arthur and Molly checked in, and within minutes Molly was sent up to the maternity ward to await the birth of her baby. Arthur was sent up after her to help. To the twins, it seemed like hours had passed, but eventually, Arthur came back down to tell them, "Congratulations. You have another baby sister."
"Hey, Ginny, you're not the youngest anymore!" George laughed and patted Ginny's short, red hair.
"Weally?" asked Ginny incredulously. George nodded. Bill picked up Ginny, Charlie took Ron's hand, and the children followed their father up to their mother's hospital room. When they entered, Molly had just been given back her baby, wrapped in a pink blanket. When she noticed that her children had entered the room, she showed them the baby – a baby girl with short, fuzzy, red-brown hair and big, hazel eyes.
George, eyes shining, asked, "What're you gonna name her?"
Molly responded, "Well, I thought we should name her 'Angel', because she's so little and sweet. What do you think?"
Ginny and Ron nodded sleepily. The twins looked at each other before responding, in perfect unison, "Fine with me." Percy, who had originally been excited, was too busy hiding behind Arthur's leg to actually respond. Bill and Charlie smiled and said they liked the name, too.
Molly smiled at the little bundle in her arms. "I can tell there's going to be something special about you, Angel." Each of the children, except for Percy, walked over to their new sister and kissed her on the top of the head. Then they exited to go back to Great-Aunt Muriel, with whom they would be staying for the next week or so while their parents got used to the new baby.
Well, I hope you like this new prologue! Also, this story is going to have chapters from when they were little kids, too. In the next one, Angel will be two; in the third, she'll be seven; in the fourth, she'll be ten, almost eleven. You'll see why those numbers are important in the next few chapters. Hope you enjoyed!