Chapter 1

The boy who lived

Molly Weasley cradled her 3 month old boy in her arms. He had flaming red hair and bright ocean blue eyes, which matched her own. He was sleeping soundly inside a maroon knit blanket.

Molly raised her wand and waved it lazily as the Daily Prophet came zooming toward her face. She read:

THE BOY WHO LIVED

October 31 1981

By: Lisa Skeeter

James and Lily Potter have been found dead in their house. Investigators say that it was the work of You-know-who himself.

Harry potter, their son, was found living still, with a small injury. They think that You-know-who tried,

but failed to kill him. Recently, he was sent away to his muggle Aunt and Uncle's. Albus Dumbledore reckons he'll

be safe there and nobody knows better than him. The good news is, there have been

no sightings of You-know-who since, and the ministry of magic thinks he's run away.

Molly sighed, not knowing what to do. She looked down at her little boy and kissed him on the forehead, just as her oldest son came running in.

"Mum, What's for dinner, Charlie and I are getting hungry!" He asked in an eleven year old voice. His hair matched the babies as well as Molly's. He had chocolate brown eyes and an innocent face.

"Oh, dear." She had forgotten about dinner, "Here, take Ron back up stairs to the attic, he can sleep in his room for a while." She slid the red haired boy into her son's arms.

"Okay, how about pasta?" She asked herself. She waved her wand, this way and that, gather the noodles, the sauce, the pan, and everything else she needed in a couple waves. She mixed, stirred, and poured until it was ready. "COME FOR DINNER!" she shouted, knowing that she wouldn't wake the baby. Ron had had a whistle blown in his ear earlier that same day, while he was sleeping, and he only stirred to block the sound with his chubby hands.

As soon as she shouted this, she heard rumbling from over the 6 story house. Her precious boys came running in through the door way and sat down on the wooden benches that were underneath the darkly stained table. They were all looking at the food as if it were their prey. Molly counted the boys, to make sure they were all there.

Bill, the oldest looked at the food with devious eyes, he was rubbing his hands together greedily, waiting for the food, his almost shoulder length red hair was limply pulled back with a rope. He had told his mom earlier in the summer that he was going to cut it as soon as it got to his shoulders, and Molly couldn't wait for it to get short, so the muggles didn't think he was a girl anymore..

Charlie, the second oldest was sitting pleasantly next to his brother. He had Scarlet Hair and bright blue eyes that matched Molly's, too. He also had scratches up his arms. Molly was sure he had been playing with the gnomes.

Percy, was on the opposite side of his mum, he was sitting solemnly and politely. He had curly hair that was crimson red like the others, he also wore rectangle glasses, that were a little to big on his five year old face.

Fred and George were chuckling as they whispered jokes in identical ways. They both had red hair and freckles. They were only three, and Molly couldn't tell them apart, but she was sure she'd have trouble with them later.

"Dig in." She told them. They all obeyed without hesitation, scarffing down the pasta with absolutely no trouble.

she sighed and gulped down her own food. she looked at her clock with all of her kids on it and her husband. just as she looked at it, the one that said 'arthur' turned to transporting, and the next thing she knew, her husband was standing in the kitchen.

"'ello kids!" he said happily. "'ello, love." he said a little quieter to Molly. Molly felt shivers down her spine, and smiled. they kissed, and then the room erupted with "ewww!" s and "gross!" s. they broke apart. "someday. someday." was all molly could say. she knew that someday, she was going to be the one shouting "EWW!" in her head.