This one's a little longer, and took a whole lot of going over before I was happy, so I hope you enjoy :)

It's also my first ever next gen one in this story, because this Grandma just had to be Molly :)

Disclaimers: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling! Wise truths belong to the children of the world :)


"Grandma," Said a sad little voice from the door. Molly sat up in bed, blinking in the dark.

Her eyes focused on the little figure of Rose standing in the door. The four year old clutched her little stuffed cat and blinked up at Molly, eyes huge.

"I had a bad dream." She whispered.

Without hesitating Molly wriggled around and sat up. Rose smiled a little as she darted to the bed and climbed into Molly's lap. She yawned happily, feeling secure instantly.

"Did you want to tell me about it?" Molly asked, brushing her lips to the top of Rose's head.

"Mmm Hmm... I was standing all alone in this-"

"Grandma?" interrupted another voice.

Victiore and Teddy were standing with eight year old Dom and six year old Louis, looking up at her.

"Dad's snoring, and, well," Victiore sniffed. "The ghoul's scary. But we didn't want to wake them up, it's just we can't sleep, so we thought-"

"Come on in." Molly smiled and lifted the covers. They wasted no time in snuggling into bed. Suddenly Arthur jerked awake, and said something muffled about cold toes.

Dominique giggled and prodded him again. Arthur reached for his glasses and finally got them on, them he blinked in surprise to find his bed had been invaded.

Before he could do much more then move over and make some room there was a tearful sob and a little ball of multicoloured pyjamas came hurtling into the bed.

"Rose!" Albus said, "Lily woke up and you weren't there."

Little two year old Lily nodded.

"And she woke me, and then James and Hugo and you have no idea how worried we were, even James was crying."

"I was not!" James protested. Then he looked at the stuffed bed and climbed onto the other end, deciding to help his siblings and cousin up onto the bed after a little teasing. When they were all comfortable, some even topping and tailing, they began to fall asleep.

Then a burst of thunder lit the windows. It seemed the rain had turned into a full flung storm. There was a little squeal and Roxanne and Fred came racing up the stairs and into the room.

They pounded into the room, squealing and holding each other's hands.

"We aren't scared by the way." Said Fred as soon as he spotted his cousins, dropping Roxanne's hand. Roxanne rolled her eyes, and art she'd already developed, and squeezed herself into one of few remaining gaps.

There was a laugh from the door and they saw they'd been joined by eight year old Molly, holding a little Lucy on her hip.

"We knew you'd be in here." She said with a grin. "There's no place more comfortable then Grandma's lap."


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