Author's Note: Thank you jesusfreak100percent for betaing this chapter!

Chapter 4

With the six boys being boys and her being pregnant, it wasn't until Saturday that she and Arthur had a chance to speak again. He was taking up a lot of the work around the house due to how close she was to her due date. His meals might not be as tasty as hers, but the boys weren't terribly picky.

On Saturday, she brought up the diary as they snuggled together on the couch. The boys were in bed.

"It's in Lucius Malfoy's possession, or it should be. That's where it was before—in a hidden room under the drawing room."

"How do you know?" Arthur asked, inquisitively. His hand drifted up and down on her arm.

"I told you about the Boy-Who-Lived, didn't I? His name is Harry. I don't know the specifics on how he found out, but he did and relayed it to me." She mentioned Harry and his role when she spoke of her boys to Arthur the night she confessed. She'd lay it on Harry for now as being the source of her knowledge. The last thing she wanted to do was tell her husband of how his unborn daughter got possessed by You-Know-Who. She could only imagine how he'd react and worry for Ginny before she was even born.

One of the many things she loved about her husband was he knew how to listen and take in information. Very often, he saw or understood things in what wasn't said. He was doing this right now.

"Your department is doing raids, isn't it?"

"I don't make the decision on where the raids are done. And we're talking about Lucius Malfoy."

"But you can try, can't you? Replace it with a fake and leave it there? Tell them that it's nothing but a blank journal?"

"My duplication charms fade after a couple hours, Molly." He took in a breath. "And I don't know who I would trust with something like this."

"I saw it once. I think I saw it more than once." She closed her eyes and stretched back her memory. Of course she easily recalled speaking with Dumbledore after the nasty business of the chamber was done and had seen the destroyed diary on his desk. But if she pushed further back, back to that summer before, she recalled Ginny writing happily in her new diary. The details were vague, but there were magical ways to get around such obstacles.

"Do you think you could recreate it?" Arthur asked.

"Maybe. Now, let's get to bed. You and I could both do with a good night's sleep."

()()()()

Four days later and it was Tuesday, August 11th to be precise. Molly paced in the kitchen. Arthur was off at work, some big interdepartmental meeting going on that he couldn't miss.

"Come on, Ginny. It's supposed to be your birthday today. You want to come out and see all your brothers, don't you?" She had been plagued with weak and sporadic contractions all morning.

"You're not naming him Ginny, are you?" Charlie made a face as he came into the kitchen. "Can I have some juice?"

"Of course you can. And no little boys are being named Ginny." Just his sister is. She pulled a cup out for him and then went to the cold box and pulled out some pumpkin juice. "Here you a-are. You can pour it yourself, can't you?" She handed the pitcher to Charlie and put her hand on her belly. That's it, Ginny. It was a contraction, one of several she'd experienced today.

"Did he kick again? Can I feel?"

Ginny was always moving around so she placed one of his hands where she was being most active. Charlie's eight year old face lit up with a grin. At this age, it never ceased to amaze him, she remembered, how a little babe could be in someone's belly.

He went to pouring the juice for himself and put it away.

Another contraction hit, stronger this time, barely a couple minutes apart. That did not happen last time. Last time it took a few hours before they were so close.

"Charlie, dear, I need you and Bill to get your brothers ready. We have to go to Saint Mungo's now."

"Mum?"

"Now, Charlie!"

He scrambled out of the room. "Bill!"

"Shit," she whispered. They weren't going to make it to Saint Mungo's. It's not supposed to happen this way!

"Mummy!" Percy was standing in the doorway, torn between worry and giving her a scolding look. It was the second time he caught her saying the naughty word recently, but she also had water around her feet.

She eased herself to the floor, using the counter as support. She'd heard of women having fast births, but this was ridiculous!

"Go get Bill, Percy."

"BILL!" And boy number two was now hollering for the oldest brother.

Bill barreled into the kitchen, Fred and George tumbling in after him.

"Mum!" Bill was at her side in an instant.

"Bill, I need you to fire call Saint Mungo's. They need to send someone here to help me. And then you need to see if you can get in touch with your Dad. Okay?"

"Yeah. Okay." He stumbled over to the fireplace.

She clenched her body in pain again, but didn't dare scream and frighten her boys. She did her best to breathe through it.

She watched as Charlie tried to pull the playpen into the kitchen as Ron sat in it. It didn't make it through the doorway, but sat pulled as close to it as it could get, in the living room but in view. Charlie then ran to the sink and pulled a couple of the cleaning rags from below. He set them where he could, where her water had broken.

She looked over to Bill, who looked like he was speaking to someone at Saint Mungo's. Then she looked to Charlie and Percy. "Percy, I need you to run upstairs and get a bunch of towels. Okay? Go get some towels." She looked to her twin boys, who looked worried and confused. "Fred, George-" She stopped for a moment and grit her teeth, breathing hard. "I need the two of you to be especially good today. Do you think you could play with Ron?"

The two twins looked on wide eyed. At this age, their mischief was only starting (compared to what they would get into). But their mischief never got in the way of worry for their family. Right now they were worried and scared for their mummy. George looked like he wanted to cry.

"It's okay, Georgie," said Charlie. He went to his little brother and gave him a hug. "Mummy is just giving us another brother now. Right?" Charlie looked to his mum for confirmation.

Molly nodded and gave a smile and gritted in pain.

The fireplace wooshed and a woman in a Saint Mungo's healer's uniform stepped out. The woman ushered out all the children into the living room, except Bill and Charlie. Bill, after the healer came through, started arguing with someone from the Ministry, through the fireplace, that he needed to speak with his Dad, but he was being refused because of the meeting. Charlie refused to leave his mum's side.

Pain. Lots of it. And more grossness than her boys ever wanted to know about birthing (thankfully they were not looking there).

Bill got off the floo and hurried to his mother's side when he had no luck with the ministry. He made it just in time for the babe to be born, a loud wail sounding.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Weasley, you have a beautiful baby girl! Now, if one of you boys could get a tow-thank you!"

Charlie held out a towel for her almost immediately.

"A girl!" Molly heard her boys quietly debate.

The healer efficiently wrapped Ginny in a towel. "Now I'm going to help your mother some more, but one of you boys will need to look after your sister. Scooch off to the other room until you're called."

An awestruck Bill held out his arms and took Ginny from the healer, the first Weasley to hold the newest addition. "Mum?" He asked. His mum hadn't seen the baby yet.

She nodded, "go." She smiled, remembering the first time she saw Ginny, as Bill walked out the room oh so carefully with Ginny. Charlie was right behind him.

"Guys, it's a girl!" she heard Bill tell her brood, still incredulous it wasn't a boy, before she turned her attention to the healer.

Bill was very good at taming his brothers as they all wanted to look at the newest addition. He carefully sat down on the couch, too afraid he'd drop her if he was standing. Charlie acted as enforcer, making sure that none of their younger brothers did anything they shouldn't around a newborn.

"She's icky," George declared, wrinkling his nose.

"And gooey," said Fred. He wrinkled his nose, too. What one twin did, the other was likely to do as well.

"The healer's gonna look over her after she finishes with mum," Bill said, almost certain that was what would happen.

"What else is there?" Percy asked as he studied his new and only sister, but glancing to the kitchen where his mum was.

"Dunno," Bill shrugged. "Probably girl stuff."

Charlie nodded in agreement. What else could there be? "Can I hold her?"

"Umm, let's wait for mum. I'm too scared to move my arms," said Bill truthfully.

It seemed forever, but really not, when Molly shuffled into the living room, changed and sore, but not deterred. One of the many things magicals had over muggles were some lovely healers spells that helped to dispel birth pains.

The medi-witch followed her.

Molly, of course, scooped her baby girl up in her arms, out of Bill's, and cooed. "Hello, Ginny. How wonderful that you are here," she said calmly and softly. Her family was almost complete. Arthur was missing, that dratted meeting, but she was already brewing a sufficient revenge.

Reluctantly, she allowed the medi-witch to take Ginny from her so the appropriate diagnostics could be run. She knew Ginny was healthy. She had been last time.

She kept vigilant watch over everything the woman did, from cleaning up Ginny to running the diagnostics, to bundling her up once again.

Finally, the medi-witch pronounced Ginny healthy, filled out the birth forms, and had Molly sign. A bill, too, was produced reflecting the charges for the home visit. Molly cringed when she saw the number, but it couldn't be helped. Her happiness overrode it, however, and turned back to Ginny.

The medi-witch saw herself out.

Molly sat on the couch and her boys all piled around her. Charlie sat snuggled up to one side holding Ron so Ron could see his new baby sister. Percy snuggled into her other side. The twins each stood in front of her, each grasping one of her knees as they looked at the newest edition. Bill sat next to Charlie.

"Your father's not here. How would you boys like to play a little joke on him?" She looked mischievously at each of her boys. Fred and George especially looked pleased. Their mother didn't often joke around.

"A small one," she amended.

That evening, Molly was in the kitchen, cooking up a storm, though relying heavily on her magic to do as much work as it could. Bill, too, was helping her. Between that time on the couch and now, she had had the boys scatter and play on their own while she took care of Ginny's infant needs and started a very simple meal for her family.

Ginny laid in a baby basket and was on the table. Molly looked to her little girl often.

The clock chimed five. Arthur arrived home at five minutes after every night, and she knew tonight would not be any different. The first time around, he arrived home to a note saying she was at Saint Mungo's. But this time, the birth had been too quick for that. Tonight, he was going to arrive to a no longer pregnant wife.

Dinner was practically done, many of the dishes already on the table and the last one in the oven.

"Alright, Bill," she nodded to her eldest and he knew what to do.

As gently and carefully as he possibly could, he waited as Molly gently placed Ginny in his arms. He made his way into the living room where he was out of sight with his little sister but could still hear everything. The basket was put off to the side and out of immediate site.

Molly looked to the table where Fred and George were bouncing in their seats, ready to see their daddy's reactions. Even Percy seemed to be excited. Ron was in his highchair. Charlie was in the doorway where he could keep an eye on everything about to happen but also see Bill.

Right on schedule, the fireplace wooshed and Molly turned back to her food preparations that didn't really need any more preparing.

"Hello, Weasleys!" Arthur said in greeting as he stepped out of the fireplace.

"Hi Daddy!" came from several of the boys. Fred and George were bouncing even more, not yet having learned the full art of hiding deception for the sake of a prank. Arthur gave them a suspicious look but as Molly seemed calm, though her back was to him, he decided it couldn't be terrible whatever they were brewing up between them. A glance at Percy and he was a little suspicious. Percy's hands were practically dancing in the boy's lap as he nervously played with his hand. But there was a gleam that wasn't often in his solemn boy's eyes.

"Dinner's just about ready, Arthur," she looked over her shoulder to look at him. "It's time for everyone to get washed up. You too." She tossed a cloth around her to lightly hit him as he leaned in for a kiss. She pecked his lips but didn't allow him to touch her. She maneuvered so her back was to him at all times. It also hid a small grin.

She waited for him to notice that there was another life in the household, but she wasn't about to make it easy. All the boys in the kitchen and her husband made their way to get cleaned up. For a moment, she thought the jig was up when she heard Arthur say hello to Bill. Apparently not.

She did the last bits of work on dinner and had it all placed on the table. Then she took a seat, pulling herself in so it wasn't obvious she didn't have as much of a belly.

Her boys and Arthur minus Bill filed in and sat down.

"How was work, dear?"

"Dreadfully boring. There was a meeting that lasted almost all day. Thankfully I was able to briefly speak about the raids with Auror Moody and he said he'd put in a word with the head of the auror department." He gave Molly a look that told her that while he didn't speak specifics with Moody, it was enough to know that the works were in place to have a raid on Malfoy Manor. She really did need to look into making a copy of that diary very soon. "And how was your day?"

She gave a small smile. "Oh, nothing happened that hasn't before." It was true. She had given birth six other times to his recollection and seven to her recollection.

He glanced around suspiciously as his boys were in differing states of giggles.

"Where's Bill?" His eldest was always hungry and was often one of the first at the dinner table. Arthur was certain the boy was about to go through a growth spurt any day.

More giggles.

It was decidedly not fair to Arthur, she determined, keeping it from him for too long. "Bill," she called gently, "time for dinner!"

"Coming mum!" Bill's voice was just as gentle, being aware of his sleeping sister's sensitive ears. Bill walked into the kitchen, still cradling Ginny. He made his way to his chair and sat down, ever mindful of the little babe.

Charlie piled food on his brother's plate as Bill couldn't do it himself but didn't bring attention to Ginny.

"Is that-" Arthur started.

"Is that what, dear?" Molly asked. "Oh, I forgot the rolls!" And she stood up to get her purposely missed rolls. The boys, knowing the script, snickered and giggled.

Arthur gawped at Molly. Then he gawped at the bundle in Bill's arms. And Molly again.

Bill took pity on his dad and carried Ginny over to him.

Arthur marveled at the little girl and scooped her up. Molly came over and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind. "Arthur, I would like you to meet your little girl, Ginerva Molly Weasley."