Author's Note: Since we know nothing about Audrey, I have taken some creative liberties with her. Also, I realize that often, fanfiction writers have Molly, and possibly Lucy, be older than Albus and Rose. However, I have made them a bit younger. Here, Molly is six, making her a year older than Albus and Rose, and Lucy is about fifteen months.

Also, I just read Harry Potter and the Cursed Child script the day it came out and loved it! Some of my oneshots from this point on may contain minor spoilers. As such, I will let you know when those show up so you can avoid them if you wish.

Disclaimer: The words from Audrey's bedtime story are not mine. They come from the Wizarding story, "The Wizard and the Hopping Pot" from The Tales of Beedle the Bard, by J.K. Rowling of course.

III. Magical Mummy

June 2012

Molly Weasley Number Two, as she referred to herself as whenever anyone asked for her name, sat at the kitchen table, coloring a picture while her mummy cooked breakfast. Her baby sister Lucy sat in her highchair, banging a plastic spoon against its tray. Molly cheered as Mummy set her breakfast, a bowl of her favorite cereal and toast with butter and jam in front of her. Molly loved Mummy's meals almost as much as she loved Mummy herself. She had just swallowed a big spoonful of cereal when suddenly she realized she forgot something very important.

"Oh! Thank you Mummy!"

Mummy smiled. "You're welcome, Love. Eat up."

Lucy, however didn't seem as satisfied with her breakfast as Molly, or maybe she just wasn't hungry, because as soon as Mummy set her bowl down, Lucy cried, "NO!" She slammed her hands down onto the bowl, sending bits of cereal across her tray and the table and milk dribbling onto the floor.

"Oh, Lucy!" Mummy said, standing up to clean up the mess. "What will I do with you? I don't suppose I'll ever learn, will I?"

"That was bad, Lucy," Molly said seriously, backing Mummy up. She then watched curiously as Mummy took a rag from the drawer and wet it. Molly thought that was rather odd. Last time Lucy had decided to make a mess rather than eat her food, Daddy had just used his wand, and the mess was gone. Now that she thought about it though, Molly had never seen Mummy use magic in her whole entire life, and that was a long time.

"Mummy?"

"Yes, Molly?"

"Why don't you use magic like Daddy?"

"Well, I suppose you're old enough to know. Even though Nana and Papa and Uncle Finley were born with magic, Mummy wasn't. I'm what other wizards and witches call a squib."

Molly frowned, not completely understanding. "So you can't do magic? Like a muggle? Doesn't that make you sad?"

"When I was a little girl, it did make me very sad," said Mummy. "I always remained hopeful that I would get my Hogwarts letter, but it never came. Now that I've grown up, I'm not sad anymore. I learned that not having magic is just something that makes me who I am, and that I don't need to be a witch to be special."

"What if Lucy or me are squibs?"

"Well, you, Love, definitely are a witch. You had your first burst of accidental magic before you turned five, if you remember. As for Lucy, she'll likely be a witch too, but if she isn't, we'll love her just the same."

"Okay," Molly said, but she still felt sorry for Mummy. Molly couldn't wait to go to Hogwarts ever since her kind-of cousin, Teddy, went starting two years ago. Teddy was in Hufflepuff, just like Nana and Papa and Uncle Finley had been. All Daddy's family were Gryffindors, except for Victoire, who had been sorted into Ravenclaw that past September. Victoire and Teddy both came home with loads of stories, and Molly felt sad that Mummy never got to experience Hogwarts, too. It just wasn't fair.

June rolled into July, and with the new month came Victoire and Teddy from Hogwarts. During the first family gathering at the burrow since their return, they enjoyed the attention as their younger cousins flooded them with questions. Normally, Molly would have joined them, but today, her mind was occupied. She still felt sad over the fact that Mummy didn't have magic, and was trying to figure out how to help her. Maybe she could go to St. Mungo's and they could fix her, but Molly thought that if they could, Mummy would have gone already. Molly asked Daddy if she could buy magic, but he only ruffled her hair and said, "Sorry, Molly, but that's impossible. Magic is free, and can't be given to one person from another. Why do you ask?"

Molly shrugged, not wanting Daddy to tell Mummy what she was planning. "Never mind."

So, Molly kept thinking. She'd come up with a way some how.

Once all the cousins grew bored of the stories of Hogwarts, they all split off into groups. Victoire and Teddy went off on their own, while Dominique followed to "spy on them", as she said. James, Fred, and Louis were who knows where, probably causing trouble. This left Molly to play with her remaining cousins, Roxanne, Rose, Albus, Hugo, and Lily.

"You know what's really sad?" Molly asked her cousins

"What?" asked Roxy, the oldest in their group.

"My mummy can't do magic," Molly said, "because she's a squib."

"What's that?" asked Lily, the youngest cousin next to Lucy.

"I know what a squib is," Rose chimed in. "Mummy told me. It's like the opposite of a muggle-born, but instead of a witch or wizard having muggle parents, it's magical parents having a baby that doesn't have any magic at all."

"Poor Auntie Audrey," said Hugo. Many of the others nodded, while Albus frowned thoughtfully.

"I really, really wish I could help, but I don't know how," Molly said.

"Well, that's easy!" Roxy exclaimed. Roxy was already seven, and had been since October, so therefore she knew an awful lot, Molly figured. Roxy always had a creative idea on how to do things, even if that idea involved causing mischief, as it often did. "All you have to do is teach her! After you start Hogwarts of course. Or if you can't wait, you can ask Vic."

Molly threw her arms around her cousin. "Yeah! Thanks, Roxy! You're the best!"

Molly, her parents and Lucy stayed at the burrow until the sunset. By that time, Lucy had fallen asleep, and after Molly took her bath, she too, crawled into bed to listen to her bedtime story from Mummy.

"...But from that day forward," Mummy read, "the wizard helped the villagers, like his father before him, lest the pot cast off its slipper, and begin to hop once more."

"Thank you for the story, Mummy," Molly said with a yawn.

Mummy smiled, kissing her daughter's forehead. "You're welcome, Love."

"Mummy," Molly called as her mother began to walk away. "I can't wait to go to Hogwarts like Victoire and Teddy."

"I know. That day will come very soon. Just be patient."

"Do you know why I can't wait?" asked Molly.

"Why?"

"Because when I go to Hogwarts, I'm going to learn lots and lots, and when I get home, I'm going to teach all of it to you so that you can do magic too."

"Oh, Molly," Mummy said, hugging her tightly. "That is very thoughtful of you. Mummy loves you so much, you know."

Molly smiled sleepily. "I know. I love you, too. Night Mummy."

"Good night, Molly." Mummy planted one last kiss on Molly's cheek before slipping out of the room.

Molly fell asleep with a smile on her face. She had finally found a way to help her mummy.