A/N: sorry I forgot one more chapter till I introduce Narcissa.
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When Molly reached Dumbledore's office the door was open and Arthur was indeed already there. He was looking at a photograph and smiling. He looked up when he heard Molly enter and the smile fell from his face.
Dumbledore noticed her too, "Oh good, Molly, you're here. I was just showing Arthur a couple of pictures."
Arthur silently handed the pictures to Molly. His fingers brushed against hers. For a second the looked into each other's eyes, but Molly quickly looked down at the photographs. The first was a wizarding photo. One she must not have realized had been taken because it was of her. The Molly in the photo was beaming, completely enthralled with the baby girl in her arms. The second picture must have been developed the muggle way. It was of a baby girl Molly barely recognized, three-months-old with a sprout of bright red hair held in check by a mint green bow. She was lying on her stomach smiling up at the camera, a dimple in her chin and her bright green eyes shining.
"She looks so happy," said Molly wiping a tear off her own cheek and looking up at Prof. Dumbledore, "How did you manage to get this?"
"Ms. Figg has her ways," he smiled. "I've got a letter from her somewhere." He began to search the pockets of his robes, "I must have just. . .Ah I remember now. If you'll just excuse me." Dumbledore walked out of the room leaving Molly and Arthur quite alone.
Molly went back to looking at the pictures.
"So how was your lunch?" Arthur asked her.
"Oh it was fine," she was too busy staring at those green eyes to worry about Lucius now.
But Arthur wouldn't be so easily swayed, "Do you like him, then?"
Molly looked up, "I don't know, Arthur. Do you like Mattie?"
"No," he blurted out but there was no time for further explanation. Dumbledore had returned with the letter.
"Here it is," he unfolded the parchment and read.
Albus, I have been watching over Lily as you asked and I must say she is adjusting to muggle life beautifully. She seems very happy with her adoptive family. Her elder sister is a bit jealous but then even birth siblings will be like that won't they.
"Yeah," both Arthur and Molly said together. They glanced at each other quickly and then looked back up at Dumbledore. He continued reading
You mentioned in your last letter that you may have a few items for me to bring along to Lily on my next visit. Just owl them to me and I'll make sure she receives them. In your service, Arabella P.S. please make sure any gifts will be at home in the muggle world.
"Will these be okay?" Molly asked as Dumbledore refolded the letter. She handed him the sweater and book.
"I don't see why not." He smiled fatherly at her.
"I wish I had something to give her." Arthur shuffled his feet sadly.
"But Arthur," Molly burst out and then finished more calmly, "she already has your eyes."
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When Molly reached Dumbledore's office the door was open and Arthur was indeed already there. He was looking at a photograph and smiling. He looked up when he heard Molly enter and the smile fell from his face.
Dumbledore noticed her too, "Oh good, Molly, you're here. I was just showing Arthur a couple of pictures."
Arthur silently handed the pictures to Molly. His fingers brushed against hers. For a second the looked into each other's eyes, but Molly quickly looked down at the photographs. The first was a wizarding photo. One she must not have realized had been taken because it was of her. The Molly in the photo was beaming, completely enthralled with the baby girl in her arms. The second picture must have been developed the muggle way. It was of a baby girl Molly barely recognized, three-months-old with a sprout of bright red hair held in check by a mint green bow. She was lying on her stomach smiling up at the camera, a dimple in her chin and her bright green eyes shining.
"She looks so happy," said Molly wiping a tear off her own cheek and looking up at Prof. Dumbledore, "How did you manage to get this?"
"Ms. Figg has her ways," he smiled. "I've got a letter from her somewhere." He began to search the pockets of his robes, "I must have just. . .Ah I remember now. If you'll just excuse me." Dumbledore walked out of the room leaving Molly and Arthur quite alone.
Molly went back to looking at the pictures.
"So how was your lunch?" Arthur asked her.
"Oh it was fine," she was too busy staring at those green eyes to worry about Lucius now.
But Arthur wouldn't be so easily swayed, "Do you like him, then?"
Molly looked up, "I don't know, Arthur. Do you like Mattie?"
"No," he blurted out but there was no time for further explanation. Dumbledore had returned with the letter.
"Here it is," he unfolded the parchment and read.
Albus, I have been watching over Lily as you asked and I must say she is adjusting to muggle life beautifully. She seems very happy with her adoptive family. Her elder sister is a bit jealous but then even birth siblings will be like that won't they.
"Yeah," both Arthur and Molly said together. They glanced at each other quickly and then looked back up at Dumbledore. He continued reading
You mentioned in your last letter that you may have a few items for me to bring along to Lily on my next visit. Just owl them to me and I'll make sure she receives them. In your service, Arabella P.S. please make sure any gifts will be at home in the muggle world.
"Will these be okay?" Molly asked as Dumbledore refolded the letter. She handed him the sweater and book.
"I don't see why not." He smiled fatherly at her.
"I wish I had something to give her." Arthur shuffled his feet sadly.
"But Arthur," Molly burst out and then finished more calmly, "she already has your eyes."