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Chapter 4

"So, you're not going to murder Harry?" Ginny asked, her hands wrapped around her mug full of tea. It was a brisk evening, and she was enjoying a homemade dinner by her brother and Hermione in the garden. Rose had just finished, and was playing while the adults chatted on. Harry couldn't join them, as he was called on a mission.

"Naw," Ron began, shaking his hand at her, "I already gave him the 'treat my sister right, or else,' talk when the two of you got married. I figure I'll leave our other brothers to it," Ron laughed, leaving Ginny with a huge grin. "Really, though. I'm thrilled for you. You'll make a great Mum."

Ginny sniffed a bit at the comment, wiping a tear from her eye, "I blame the hormones."

Hermione chuckled at this, "you'll be blaming them a lot in the coming months."

"So, when should we expect baby Potter?" Ron inquired.

"Healer says I'll be due around our first anniversary," Ginny explained, hardly feeling like she could wait that long to meet her baby.

"What a splendid anniversary gift!" Hermione enthused, raising her head a bit to keep an eye on their wandering daughter.

"That's what we thought too," Ginny grinned, "If Harry gets back in time, we'd like to announce at the next Sunday dinner, that way Rose can have her own special day, and we won't spoil her party. Are you still sure about hosting it here?"

"Yes! I think it should be our first event with everyone over. She'll only turn three once!" Hermione explained, "She'll start her nursery school twice a week, in May," Hermione added. Ginny looked surprised at this.

"Like for muggle children?" Ginny raised her eyebrows, earning a nod from both adults, "does Mum know about this?"

"Yes. We've already explained this to her. She wasn't happy about it at first, but, Rose needs to be around other children her age. She'll be at the Burrow three days, and the two days she's at nursery school, Jean will pick her up and have her until we're done at work. She eventually agreed," Ron filled in, recalling the matriarch's conversation with them. "We think it's the best for her," Ron added, reaching over to squeeze Hermione's hand, with a reassuring smile, that his wife attempted to return.

"And your parents are settled in enough to do so?" Ginny questioned.

Hermione nodded, "They're back in the same house I grew up in, believe it or not. Owners decided to put it on the market, and they jumped at the chance. Dad's decided to retire, and return to practice when a specialist's opinion is needed, while Mum is part time, working on the days when doesn't have Rose. And, Dad had a test last week, and he was announced in remission!" Hermione spoke proudly, pleased that the stress of her father's illness was at least put on hold for the time being.

"That's so great to hear!" Ginny grinned, pleased that all seemed to be well on her side of the family. Hermione and Ron grinned happily back.

"Potty! Mummy! Potty!" Rose interrupted, yelling quite loudly as she ran over to Hermione who instantly stood, and rushed the tot inside the house.

Ginny glanced at the French door Hermione and Rose disappeared through, glimpsing up at Ron nervously. He caught this, and found it odd behavior from his sister.

"Bee in your bonnet?" Ron asked, his eyebrows scrunched in observation.

"There's something I wanted to warn you about," Ginny began, peering up from her tea she was speaking to.

"Warn? What do'ya mean?" Ron asked, leaning his elbows on the table.

"I mean, I was over speaking with Mum the other day, and there's something she wants to talk to you about, but, I told her very clearly to lay off it," Ginny continued, keeping her voice quiet as her eyes kept skipping to the door and back.

"Merlin, Gin. Stop being so cryptic and just say it already!" Ron spoke exasperated, he didn't want to admit it, but, he was kind of worried.

"Has Rose exhibited any signs of childhood magic?" Ginny sighed, looking at Ron as of it was a question she didn't want to ask.

Ron was caught off guard by the question. He scoffed before answering, "of course she has, she's..." Ron stopped. He couldn't recall one time when Rose used magic, especially accidental, which is what most magical children show.

"That's what I thought," Ginny sighed solemnly, "Mum said all of us showed magic before our third birthdays, most before our second. And everyone she's ever spoken to agrees. All their children showed by three..."

"And hers is in two days..." Ron sighed, rubbing his hands across his face. His mind racing for how to process the situation.

"Yea. Mum's obviously concerned," Ginny bit her lip.

"Why? Even if she was a... it wouldn't matter! She's still our little girl, magic or not, and-" Ron raved, clenching his fists in aggression.

"Ron! I'm on your side for this!" Ginny interrupted, hand up in surrender, "And for the record, I think Mum is too. I just don't think she knows how to handle it. Weasleys haven't ever had a squib in our bloodline. I think it would just be a new concept for her... not that she would love or treat her differently."

"What are we talking about?" Hermione interrupted, walking out holding Rose's hand as the two siblings sat whispering to each other at the table.

"Nothing really. I should really get going anyway," Ginny stood, moving to hug Hermione and lift Rose to kiss her cheek. Leaving the small family to themselves.

"Did I miss something?" Hermione asked, confused at the sudden departure of his sister.

"We'll talk about it later. Okay?" Ron attempted to have a smile, as he swooped down to pick up Rose and place her on his hip. He kissed Hermione's cheek, as he continued into the house, snuggling Rose closer to himself than he normally did.

...

"Now will you tell me what that was about?" Hermione asked, as Ron exited the bathroom. He was just wearing his charcoal grey pants, as Hermione sat on her side of the bed, rubbing in hand lotion in her night dress. Ron had noticed ever since she returned that she seemed to wear more nighties; not that he'd seen her much in pajamas before, but, they always seemed to be quite modest, and not so feminine.

"Ron?" Hermione's eyes grew worried, unsure what Ron and his sister discussed, and why it had to wait until they were alone.

Ron plopped himself on the bed, and decided he best get it over with, "Has Rose shown any sign of accidental magic?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows in surprise at this seemingly random question, "No, she hasn't. But, that does remind me, I was going to ask you Mum at Sunday dinner what age we should be expecting it. I would hate for anything to happen while she is at school... Ron? What is it?" Hermione asked, concerned at the way she must have responded.

"It's just that Mum's actually is a bit concerned about how Rose hasn't showed any sign. I guess it's supposed to happen by the kid's third birthday," Ron thought for a moment since Hermione didn't say anything, "Did your parents ever tell you how they found out you were a witch?" Perhaps she was a late bloomer as well, that would explain why Rose hadn't done anything yet.

"They didn't know for sure until my eleventh birthday. But, unexplainable things happened since my second birthday where I changed all the pink decorations to teal. Did you say by her third birthday?" Hermione asked, feeling a sinking sensation in her stomach. Ron nodded slowly.

"When did you show signs?" Hermione asked quickly, hoping that Ron's was very close to his third birthday, explaining Rose's delay.

"I was one of the youngest in the family. Mum said four days before my first birthday that I levitated a tray of biscuits to the floor so I could eat them," Ron supplied, knowing his wife was doing exactly as he had. Hermione stared at Ron with wide eyes.

"Her birthday is on Thursday," Hermione stated, feeling the tears pushing to be released.

Ron gathered her in his arms, "She's got two days. And I'm a firm believer that she might just be a late bloomer is all," Ron attempted to comfort her, rubbing her shoulders.

"Is there any history of that? What about in the Weasley bloodline?" Hermione lifted her head quickly to search for an answer from him; he met her with a sad smile.

"No. All before three... Never a... squib." Ron cleared his throat after uttering the sentence.

"What if it's because I'm a muggle-born… W-What if she is..." Hermione whispered, her tears finally pouring from their confinement.

"What if she is?" Ron asked her back.

"She'll be out casted, wizarding or not, from our world. Don't give me that look. You know it's true! The Prophet will destroy her!" Hermione huffed, hastily wiping her fallen tears from her face.

"And she will still be fiercely loved by all her family and friends. She will always have support from her wizarding side and her muggle side. No matter what, she's still ours, and we will do whatever it takes to show her we love her," Ron spoke, holding Hermione tighter as they both knew his words were true; but, also knowing Hermione's were as well.

"Good morning, sweet girl! Happy birthday, my love!" Hermione sang as she entered the sleepy tot's room. Ron stood behind her, entering as well, beaming that he was finally able to be there for Rose; this time for her third birthday.

"Birfday, Mummy!" Rose yawned, slowly waking to her parents' entrance.

"Happy birthday darling," Ron whispered, reaching down to lift the tot into his strong arms for a cuddle.

They spent an extra hour together that morning, both wanting to take the entire day off work, yet, unable to due to deadlines. So, instead they managed an hour off each, choosing to spend it with the light of their lives. After a special birthday breakfast, Hermione snuggled Rose once more before glancing at Ron in the Floo and disappearing to the Ministry.

Ron noticed she had been slightly different since their conversation a few nights prior. Both of them were unsure what the future for Rose would be. They wanted to prepare her, and themselves the best they could, yet, this was something uncharted for either of them. They had been searching for any sign of magic, yet, there was none to be found. Ron could see it when Hermione looked at their daughter. She had always wanted the best for Rose. To be protected, safe, loved, wanted. But, since their conversation, he could see her desperate nature about it. She was terribly anxious about what to do just wanted to fix everything for their little girl. Ron couldn't blame her either. He wanted the same.

Ron cleaned up, and gathered Rose to take her to his mum's. After spending two days with Jean, the Weasley matriarch was missing her granddaughter.

As Ron Flooed into the Burrow, he noticed his Mum was already out in the garden, preparing to plant new flowers; something Rose loved to do.

"Oh Ron! You're here! And there's little Rosie! Happy birthday sweetheart!" Rose giggled, as she let go of Ron's hand and ran to her grandmum, being embraced in a warm hug.

"Here, why don't you start digging the hole, while I talk to your Daddy for a moment," Molly spoke to the tot, who nodded enthusiastically at the idea.

Molly patted the tot's head as she stood fully to speak with Ron. She cleared her throat before beginning.

"Ron, I've noticed Rose hasn't shown-"

"I know what you're going to say, Mum." Ron cut her off. To be honest, he'd much rather deal with whatever happens with Hermione, and little others. Yet, Molly seemed to always have something to say about everything.

"What? How do you?" Molly asked, befuddled at the hint of anger in her son's voice.

"Gin warned me. Though, I'm not sure why you went to her first before speaking to us," Ron emphasized.

"I thought maybe she had noticed something. Maybe Hermione asked her if it was normal-"

"Normal? Normal Mum? Does it matter if she's normal or not?" Ron asked, eyeing his mother, while shaking his head.

"You know I didn't mean it that way. I'm sure if you called St. Mungo's, they could run some tests and perhaps determine-"

"Why? So others can start casting her out? So that she can figure out that she'll never go to Hogwarts or learn how to use magic? To give her a reason to be different than everyone around her?" Ron fumed, keeping his voice quiet and out of range from the very child they were speaking of. Molly looked taken back by her son's reaction.

Ron blew out a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers, "look, Hermione and I know what this could mean. And we're preparing ourselves for it. We just want her to have the best childhood she can without others interfering and causing them to treat her differently. We don't want that to change," Ron sighed, causing his Mum to look slightly guilty.

"Ron, no matter what happens, she will still be my joyful granddaughter whom I love. Nothing will change that. I'm sorry I made you think any different," Molly apologized, reaching out to rest her hand on Ron's forearm. She realized how she would have felt if this had been one of her own children. Knowing Ron was fiercely protective over Rose caused pride to swell within her.

"It's fine. Just a bit touchy about it is all," Ron commented, watching as Rose pulled out a large worm with her muddy fingers and gently cradled the creature in her small hands to the other side of the garden, carefully placing it safely in the dirt. Then returning to her place to keep digging. Ron smiled at the tot's caring nature, even for something as wriggly as a worm, "I'm going to try to get off early and pick Rose up to spend some extra time with her."

Molly nodded, wishing Ron a good day, before Ron Flooed to the Ministry.

On the following Saturday, Hermione and Ron hosted Rose's third birthday party at their new home. The property was filled with their family and friends. Many familiar faces who attended the wedding, also shared in Rose's birthday. Ron and Hermione focused on staying positive since Rose's actual birthday came and gone without a sign of magic. Ron held onto Hermione extra tightly that night. He knew visions of Rose being ridiculed, set apart, and out casted flooded her brilliant mind. Ron hated to admit that his positive outlook on this was dwindling as well, knowing that people were so much crueler to those who were different.

Yet, at Rose's birthday party, they were shown how much Rose was loved by the abundance of attendees, that they were able to blissfully set aside their worries. The guests had no idea what had been running through Hermione and Ron's minds the few days prior. The day was extremely busy as well, allowing the pair to kick their stressors further in the back of their minds. The abundance of people as well as clean up, even with magic, was exhausting. By the end of the night, Rose was exhausted and tucked into bed.

"I'm knackered, I don't understand why Mum has dinner every Sunday if she feels like this afterwards." Ron flopped on their bed, rubbing his hands over his face. He didn't even want to think about moving to change or brush his teeth. He told Hermione to head to bed while he finished cleaning up and securing the wards for the night.

He felt pressure grow on his abdomen, the bed creaking ever so slightly as he did so. Hermione began planting kisses on his jaw, slow and soft, trailing down to his neck.

"Tell me what you want, love," Hermione hummed, he moved his hands down to her thighs, which were spread to straddle him. She continued to pepper kisses across his skin, pausing every so often for a longer caress. Opening his eyes, he saw she was already dressed in a silky nightdress; one that caressed her breasts marvelously and revealed almost her entire leg, as the fabric barely covered the top of her thighs. Ron loved when she was in this kind of mood; a disposition only he got to see her in. She stayed on a sensitive part a hint longer and nibbled on his skin.

"Whatever you want..." she whispered seductively, leading her kisses to his broad shoulders, as she reached down between her legs to unclasp his trousers. Ron hummed at her touch, while she removed the fabric, leaving her to caress his manhood through his pants.

"Nothing? Well, I'm sure I could think of something…" Hermione began to slip her fingers under his shirt; her fingers fluttering over his toned stomach, before traveling lower beneath the next layer of fabric.

"A baby."

Shit.

That was not how he planned it.

He was going to bring up the topic casually, ease her into it. Maybe after a stroll on their property, while watching Rose frolic ahead of them. Perhaps they'd take another holiday up to the coast, where she seemed to be the most relaxed. Nothing like springing it on her now. Ron watched as she instantly paused her actions and raised her head to look Ron in the eye. Her brown orbs wide; surprise written across her face.

"What?" She whispered hoarsely, instantly sobered from her aroused state, knowing there was no going back on this. He couldn't very well tell her that he was joking and pretend he never said anything. The truth was out, and perhaps it was for the good. He really didn't want to wait much longer, and when had anything he planned actually worked perfectly? He reached up and tucked a curl behind her ear as he inhaled deeply to speak.

"I want a baby, Mione."

Hermione processed what her husband was asking for and she sat back on his thighs, still straddling him, but ceasing her actions. Her eyes were glistening and her brows were furled. Hermione was stunned at what Ron was speaking of.

Ron knew they had yet to discuss their future family outside Rose. Sitting up, he looked her in the eye, feeling the need to continue. Leaning back against the headboard, and pulling her with him, he did so.

"Rose is now three, we're married, we have our forever home, we're both at a good place in our careers. Mione, why not now? You know Rosie would love a younger sibling to play with; I mean, you've seen her with little Freddie… and I want to expand our family..." Ron trailed off, looking at his gorgeous wife contemplating his argument; still staring at him with glistening, brown eyes.

"What do you think?" Ron asked, bringing a hand up to caress her cheek. He wasn't sure what she would say. A thought that concerned him was that she would only want Rose. After all, they had never talked about it before. Perhaps her last pregnancy had been stressful enough and she didn't want to relive the experience. After all, she had the final say in whether she wanted to get pregnant in the first place. He would never force her into something she didn't want. But, this was something he certainly wanted.

Hermione sucked in a sharp breath, "Okay," she whispered, causing Ron to shake from his internal monologue. A smile crept on her face as she saw his surprised reaction.

"Okay, as in yes?" Ron asked, excitement filling his voice. She grinned wider and nodded her head.

"Yes. You're right, we're at a great spot in our lives. Perhaps we're a tad young, but we've matured from the war, and we already have Rose-" she was cut from voicing her thoughts as Ron crashed his lips to hers. She laughed and returned the enthusiastic kiss. She placed her hands on his chest and pulled back.

"You know I'm still on the potion..." Hermione spoke while Ron trailed kisses down her neck, and lavishing her collarbone, "It may take a few days for it to completely wear off so I can actually get pregnant."

He growled into her neck, causing her to moan and scoot closer on his lap feeling his hardness beneath her.

"Well, we'll just have to practice then," Ron glanced up seductively at his wife, feeling a shiver course through her body as he continued lower.

Ron had been sitting at his desk, reviewing a potential mission another squad had requested to execute in the coming weeks, when an owl came flying into his office. The creature stayed high above as it dropped the parcel on his desk, before hooting once and soaring from his office. Realizing it was his Mum's owl, he instantly opened the letter, thinking it must have been a request to swing by Diagonal Alley and bring something to his Mum's; something that he had done loads of times before. Yet, as his eyes scanned the letter, he immediately dropped what he was doing, jumped into his office's Floo and left for the Burrow.

"What happened?" Ron demanded, as soon as he stepped foot in the Burrow. His eyes scanned the room, viewing Rose on the couch, her lamb pulled close to her face, and her left arm covered with a towel and a large bag of ice. His mother was next to her, a few potions sitting on the low table.

A grin spread across the tot's face as she viewed her father, though the tear marks were still evident on her red face.

"Daddy!" She shouted, her voice croaky from crying. Ron rushed over to Rose, looking to his Mum who was shocked he was suddenly there.

"It was an accident. The girls were playing and Rose tumbled, and-"

The Floo roared to life again, "Molly? Is she okay?" Hermione asked, stepping from the Floo and viewing her family on the couch. Rose smiled at her Mum as well, raising her arm from the ice bag an inch before she set it back with a discomforting grunt.

"Oh, sweetheart. What happened?" Hermione asked, rushing over to their daughter.

"Victorie and Rose were playing in the yard. I looked away for a moment when Rose fell from the toy and landed on her arm. The poor dear was so upset. I checked, and she broke it. I've already mended it and given her a pain potion and one for swelling. She was a right trooper, weren't you, Rosie?" Molly explained, clearly flustered from the sudden rush of everything happening.

"Well, she looks to be much better now. Are you feeling better, Rosie?" Hermione asked, smiling gently at her daughter, and the tot grinned back at her and nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Shit, Mum! Why weren't you watching her more closely! She could have really been hurt!" Ron fumed, obviously upset that she wasn't taking the situation more serious. Hermione and Molly both looked at Ron shocked at his sudden outburst.

"Ron, it was just an accident," Hermione reminded him calmly, watching Molly's awestruck face.

"Doesn't matter. You should have been more careful! What if she was hurt worse!" Ron suggested, waiting for his Mum to respond.

"I didn't mean to. I turned away for just a moment-" Molly uttered, attempting to form a coherent sentence.

"That's long enough for her to break her bloody arm!" Ron snapped back, breathing heavily as he tried to calm his sudden fury.

"Ron! Please!" Hermione scolded him. He stared at her hard for a moment, as she stared back, challenging him to say more. He released a frustrated sigh before moving to gently cradle Rose in his arms.

"Let's go home Rosie, it seems like it's been an eventful day." Ron paced over to the Floo with their daughter and disappeared in the green flames.

Hermione stared at the Floo where her husband had left. She was completely shocked about his behavior, and when she turned to look at her mother in law, she too seemed bewildered at her son's outburst.

"Molly, I'm sorry. You cared for Rose perfectly," Hermione assured her. The matriarch shook her head in disagreement.

"He was right. I wasn't watching them close enough. I'm lucky she wasn't hurt worse," Molly whispered. Hermione had never seen the matriarch look so crestfallen. Just perhaps after the war…

"It was an accident. Ron will see that too once he calms down. He's been very touchy of late. But, that gives him no reason to snap at you," Hermione explained, attempting to reassure the older woman. Molly wiped her hands on her apron, and stood without a word, shuffling to the kitchen.

Hermione sighed, and shook her head, amazed at all that had happened in less than twenty minutes.

…

Upon returning to her home, she noticed Rose was lying with Ron on the settee, a bag of ice still propped on her injured arm. While the pair stared at the television that Ron had insisted they get for the house. One of her cartoon movies with a yellow talking bear was currently getting stuck in the window of his friend's house. A part that Rose always laughed at.

Hermione raised her eyebrows at the pair on the sofa. Waiting for a response from her husband and his recent actions. She received a shrug of his shoulders before holding Rose tighter, and placing a kiss on her forehead.

Hermione sighed; obviously this was a talk they would have later.

"I'm presume you have this?" Hermione motioned to the situation. Ron nodded, and Hermione returned to the Ministry leaving Ron to sort out his emotions for later.

…

Hermione ended up working later than usual that night, figuring Ron might need some extra time to cool down, and possibly some one-on-one time with their daughter.

She entered the kitchen noticing Ron was setting the dishes to wash, dry, and put themselves away. As he turned to see her, he put up his hands in surrender.

"I've already had Mum over to apologize. I shouldn't have snapped, and I overreacted. Mum did everything right… and it was just an accident. Could've happened to any of us. I'm sorry," Ron explained, clearly a rehearsed speech, crossing his arms as Hermione took a breath in to speak.

"What was that about Ron? I know we're both protective over her, but, that was clearly-" Hermione asked, setting her items on the counter before moving closer to the tall redhead.

"Too much, I know. I just- I dunno," Ron sighed, wiping his face with one hand while the other stayed crossed over his chest.

Hermione nibbled on her lip for a few moments as the pair stood side to side in silence. "Does this have anything to do with her not showing any signs of magic?" Hermione whispered, hating that she was bringing it up again. But, also knowing that Ron had been acting off since they found out.

Ron emitted a large exhale, "Maybe. It's just- I have to be there for her. I wasn't for years, and now that I am, I have to protect her and keep her safe and with this... I can't do that! I can't make her have magic or not be teased or anything!" Ron vented, realizing that he finally said what's been shaking him up on the inside. Hermione slipped her arm around his waist, hugging him to her.

"You know, I remember when she scraped her knee for the first time. It was much larger than what a first scrape should be. I hated that I couldn't keep her from falling, or from being hurt. Her tears almost killed me. But, I was still always there for her. I just realized I can't protect her from anything. And that's terrifying; but, I love and protect her for what I can, and be there for when things out of my control happen. Doesn't make it any easier, though." Hermione recalled, rubbing her hand along his side.

"I hate it," Ron said simply after a few moments of processing Hermione's statement.

"Me too."

"I bloody love you."

"I love you too," Hermione smiled, "I'm going to tuck Rose in." Ron nodded. She stood on her tip toes and kissed his lips, before exiting the room.

...

As Hermione entered the room, she noticed Rose's bluebell light was much brighter than it normally was when she was put to bed for the night. And instead of Rose being snuggled down in her bedclothes, she was sitting up, her lamb tucked into her arm, with her favorite book laid across her lap.

"Darling, why are you still up?" Hermione asked the tot, who looked surprised at her mum's presence. "It's bed time," Hermione slipped the book from Rose's lap, and set it on the top shelf of her bookshelf. She returned to the side of the bed, as Rose snuggled down and Hermione brought the covers to her chest, leaning forward to kiss her daughter.

"Goodnight, Rosie. I love you so much," Hermione whispered, stroking her hand over the tot's fiery curls.

"Night Mummy," Rose yawned, closing her eyes dutifully.

Hermione dimmed the bluebell, before slipping from the tot's room.

Hermione proceeded to get ready for bed, finally slipping into said object, when Ron made his way in.

"Did you forget to tuck Rose in tonight?" Hermione asked Ron, who looked at her curiously.

"Huh? No. She went to bed an hour ago, before you were home," Ron responded.

Hermione's eyebrows crinkled together, "when I went in to say goodnight, she was still up, looking at her book and her bluebell wasn't dimmed," Hermione explained.

"We read a story, I kissed her goodnight, dimmed the lights, and left," Ron recalled. Both Ron and Hermione stared at each other for a moment, not contemplating exactly what the unusual phenomena was.

"You don't think..." Ron began.

They both sprung from their positions, wands at the ready, and crept down the hallway where Rose's light was shining brightly from beneath her door.

"Her light was off when I came upstairs," Ron whispered behind her. Hermione nodded in her understanding. As they approached their tot's room, they heard Rose speaking aloud.

"Which one Lamby? Oh no, not that one."

"Maybe Mummy's? Or Rosie's?"

Her giggle was evident as they heard something bump against the wall toward the ceiling.

Hermione turned to look wide eyed at Ron, who nodded once before they pushed the door open.

The view was stunning, as Rose was sitting up in her bed, clearly talking to her lamb, while several books had been removed from the bookcase and were flying high in a circle above her. Several bumping into each other or the wall because of their speed. Her favorite one had zoomed down from its place and landed gently on her lap. However, as she took in her parents shocked faces, the books fell from their position, causing them to come raining down onto the floor. One headed straight for Rose's head, and before Ron could cast his charm, a magical glow appeared above her, acting as an umbrella, and cascading the book to the floor.

Hermione and Ron stayed staring at their tot, utterly amazed at the event they had witnessed.

"Rosie got book, Mummy! No putted it on high self," Rose giggled, patting the bed with her good arm, inviting her parents to join her, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

A/N: Here's another update for you all. I hope you're enjoying this story. Have I mentioned how much I enjoy hearing what you think? Please leave a review! They make my day! More to come!