It was the second time in four hours that Arthur and Molly Weasley had been woken by a wail from the youngest and most recent addition to their family. Little though their only daughter was, and Arthur was sure none of his other six children had been quite that small when they were newborns, Ginevra Weasley knew how to make a very big noise when she wanted to.
"I've got her this time sweetheart," said Arthur as he kissed his wife's forehead and slipped out of their bed.
Molly groaned in thanks, promptly rolled into the spot he had just vacated, and fell back asleep. He smiled at his silly wife who's hair shone pale in the moonlight that slid through their bedroom window. She was his everything and much stronger than her current blanket-swaddled form would suggest. Ginevra gave another little wail as he stood there and he quickly turned to pick her up from the bassinet under the window.
"Hush little one," he said and slowly swayed from side to side. She quieted slightly and looked up at him with hazy eyes. He stared at her, so small, so much potential, such a sweet bundle in his arms. A sweet bundle who was beginning to wriggle again.
"Hush, your Papa's got you," he began again, and she calmed in his arms. "You want me to keep talking? Anything for my very favorite daughter," Arthur smiled and continued softly, "Who will my precious little girl be? If your mother is anything to go by, I know you'll be a force to be reckoned with. From what I know of your brothers, you'll have to be. I have a feeling it won't make life easy for you, being the youngest out of seven and them all boys. But who will you be? Will you be tempestuous like Bill, curious like Charlie, quiet like Percy... will you be rambunctious like Fred and George? Or will you be sensitive like little Ronald?"
Arthur paused, gazing out over the yard of their cozy little house, over the hills that hid Ottery St Catchpole from view, and out into the night. The sky was clear, a rare occurrence for the southwest of England in summertime, and the stars were out in full force. A special treat for one so unfortunate as to be awake this early hour. He looked back down at his little miracle and saw that she had fallen asleep with a handful of his striped pajamas grasped tightly in her tiny fist.
He carefully released his shirt from her grip and tenderly placed her back into the bassinet. Ginevra Weasley slept on, bathed in soft light from the stars, as her father wandered back to his own bed. He slipped back under the blankets and as Arthur slowly drifted off, he wrapped his arms around his sleeping wife and smiled.