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Molly groaned softly. Lorcan looked over at her. Was she finally waking up? Her head fell back against the pillow, her eyes closing. Her hands rested on her abdomen. On their baby. His heart skipped a beat. Their baby. He bit his lip. Two weeks. Two weeks and he was gone. Gone risking his life again, gone trying to forget about her, gone jeopardizing his future.

The door opened. Mr. Weasley stood there, his red hair splintered with gray, his spindly arms hanging at his side. He gently closed the door behind him and sat across from Lorcan.

"I don't think she's ever slept this much," Mr. Weasley said.

"Every now and then she'd just sleep for a weekend," Lorcan said softly. "She said she was stocking up on hours to use later."

"Did she?"

"Did she what?"

"Use them?"

"More than Wolfe would have liked."

If Lorcan hadn't known Mr. Weasley better, he would have sworn he grinned.

"I've been talking with Luna," Mr. Weasley said. "She says you're scheduled to move out on the twenty third."

Lorcan sighed.

"Have you discussed this with Molly?"

"There really isn't anything to discuss…"

"You don't believe that any more than I do."

Lorcan looked up at him, his eyes cutting through him even in the dark. He scratched his blonde hair and looked down at Molly stirring again. Again, she fell back to sleep.

"There's only so much distraction Rose's boys will give her," Mr. Weasley said. "She's…she's going to be devastated when she remembers…"

"You think she forgot?" Lorcan knew the answer.

"With all that's going on? Yes."

"She's going to kill me."

"She'll hex you to the next century."

Lorcan sighed. "Do you think Grimmauld Place did…did anything lasting…?" He felt his chest tighten inexplicably. Mr. Weasley visibly eased up, his head bowing.

"I don't know, Lorcan. These are crucial months. I don't think anyone would have thought the Blacks would…I think we all thought the place was harmless. We used it for headquarters back in the war. It was fine then. Although…although no one would really notice. Everyone was very tense back then."

"I thought you didn't fight in the war." Lorcan absentmindedly twisted the string to his sweatshirt in his fingers.

"Right. I was mostly clean up post- Battle of Hogwarts." There was a touch of bitterness in his voice. Regret, maybe? Lorcan didn't know.

"So…you think the baby'll die?"

"Die? I doubt it. Molly's from a hearty brood. Her grandmother bore seven of us, for goodness's sake. No. She won't let your baby die. She'll kill herself first."

"That's what I'm afraid of…"

"Vicky won't let her die."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Vicky's the best Lycanthropologist in the world. She's sharp as a tack and more skilled at what she does than Hugo."

"Lycanthropy has nothing to do with it, though…"

"No. It has everything to do with it. In order to understand Lycanthropy, you need understand the way in which the magic proteins interact with the body. In the case of Lycanthropes, the protein has a malformation which causes it to interact with the body oddly when reacted to the full moon as a trigger."

"I still don't understand."

"Molly…Molly was born premature…but you probably already know this, don't you?"

"No…she never…she never really told me anything about it."

"Well, when she was born, her organs weren't properly formed. There were a lot of iniquities. There still are. Which is why she's having so much difficulty now, even with my proteins. What ended up happening was that her magical proteins bound themselves to her organs, which greatly reinforced them. In the long-run, it changed the entire structure of the proteins. They're abnormal. They don't function right. Whenever her hormones change, their production gets thrown off, which is why pregnancy is such a problem. She used to take a potion to regulate the hormonal glands. She can't, now, or it'll inhibit the maturation of the child."

Mr. Weasley took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

"Abnormal magical proteins," he continued. "It's what it all comes down to. Vicky's as close to specialist in this area as you can be. Rumor has it she's going to look at vampires in Albanian hospitals in a few years, if she can get clearance from St. Mungo's and wherever it is she works in Italy." He yawned and scratched his graying head. "All her things are at Rose's. I'm glad she's getting out of Grimmauld Place."

Lorcan nodded, silent.

Molly stirred and cracked open her eyes. She glanced at Lorcan and groaned, rolling over and closing her eyes again.

"What's the time?" she muttered.

"One fifteen," Lorcan said softly, gently putting a hand on her arm, glancing cautiously at her father.

"Oh, fuck," she muttered. "I might as well go back to bed, then. I just slept away all fucking morning." She flopped on her back and stared at the ceiling. Out of the corner of her eye she caught her father and jumped.

"Good morning, Molly," he said and put a stack of clothes on the edge of her bed. "When you're ready, put those on. You're leaving."

"With you?"

"With us," Lorcan said, quickly reaffirming his presence.

She laid back on the bed and closed her eyes. Lorcan and Mr. Weasley exchanged glances.

"Do you think she's still asleep?" Lorcan whispered.

"I'm not fucking asleep, Lorcan. Merlin's saggy left butt cheek, you'd think I was deaf the way you two go on about me."

Mr. Weasley adjusted his glasses, the infamous Weasley blush creeping up his neck.

"Damn it." She leaned over and vomited between her father's legs, the bucket between her feet.

"Here." Mr. Weasley offered her a glass of water.

Molly swished it around her mouth and spat it out in the bucket.

"Are you ready now?" he asked, his hand on his daughter's back.

"Yeah." There was an edge of disgust in her tone and she slowly stood up and started to get dressed.