It was the year that she turned six that she had been informed of her parents' 'lucky baby.' They had a ridiculously hard time having her, and to have another one six years later was a bit odd…but it happened. Molly remembered the owl, her mother's neat and tidy writing messy with excitement while she wrote to her dad, and how after all these years, she was finally getting a little sister or brother.
It would be nice to have a sibling, she thought. They might only go to Hogwarts together for a little bit of time, but she would still have a sister or brother that she could talk to and play with – she hoped it was a sister. Boys were yucky. It wouldn't be just her and mum and dad. Maybe the new baby would share her love of Muggle ballet – a love that her mother took complete credit for. She really couldn't help herself – it was just so beautiful. If she was a Muggle, she would be a ballerina, she told herself. She would dance and twirl around on the stage like a princess and bow when red roses were thrown onto the stage.
Molly had once tried to explain her love of ballet to her younger cousin Rose, but Rose was only three so she didn't understand most of it. Victoire was nine and Teddy Lupin was eleven, and Molly didn't really talk to them much because they stuck together. James and Fred were almost her age, but they were boys, so they wouldn't understand. So her love of ballet was kept between her mother and herself, much like a lot of other things.
Her little sister would understand. They wouldn't be able to play together at first, but they had five whole years together before Molly started Hogwarts! She was sure they would become best friends, in time. Mum seemed tired and complained about her back a lot, and dad was working more than usual (she had overheard they needed the extra money for the baby) but they would all be happy again when the baby (her little sister) came.
The first time Molly Weasley met Lysander Scamander, she was six.
Six, acting much older than she was, young and naïve, and thinking that boys did have cooties. They all did. Lysander was nice, with golden-colored hair and a bright smile and a genuinely nice personality, especially for a six-year-old. Plus, he was a family friend, and she would sometimes see him at Weasley-Potter-Lupin gatherings – his mother was close friends with her aunts Ginny and Hermione.
His mother was a bit odd, she had been told. Going off about magical creatures that didn't exist and going on 'adventures' with her naturalist husband. Quite the oddities, apparently. When she had heard that, she had shrugged it off. Her mother, Audrey, was a bit different too. Nobody put it against her, so nobody should put it against him.
"This is my niece, Molly," introduced Aunt Ginny, smiling down at her affectionately and resting a hand on her back, lightly. The pretty blond-haired lady facing Molly with a flower tucked behind her ear held the hands of two little boys, who looked to be around the same age as Molly but didn't look the same.
"Hello Molly, I'm Luna," said the woman, and Molly found her voice to be very captivating, light and easy. It reminded her of the sea by Shell Cottage, and the days spent playing in the shallow water and the soft sand with Dominique.
"Hi, Luna," said Molly shyly, tucking a piece of Weasley-red hair behind her ear and smiling close-lipped.
"This is Lysander," she gestured to the blonde little boy on her left, a little bit taller than his brother, "and Lorcan." The one on her right smiled brightly at her, and the other one said in a bright voice,
"Hello, Molly." Molly gave him her trademark shy smile and let Aunt Ginny usher her into the crowd of all the other Weasleys' at the get-together. She didn't think much of that first meeting with the two blonde boys; she didn't see them for another few years after that, and by then, she had forgotten their names and they had forgotten hers.
Edited on 15/3/2014.