A/N – Hello all! I think the last chapter left some confused by my timing.
Thought I'd explain it a bit to clear everything up. Ron was born March
1st, 1980, so he is five months older than Harry. HP Lexicon says that you-
know-who was defeated on Oct. 31st, 1981, so Harry would have been fifteen
months old. According to my story, Ginny was born on Oct. 30th, 1981. So
Ron is twenty months older than Ginny. I like to think the cut-off for
each school year is Oct. 31st. If Ginny had been born two days later, she
would have started Hogwarts two years after Ron, not just one. Ginny is
the youngest student in her year. Hope this helps!
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Chapter Twelve - The Burrow, Child Seven
"Mum?"
"Yes Percy?" Molly asked as she washed the dishes. She was due any day now, and her back was killing her.
"There's water by your feet," he said, and then went back to his book.
"Water? Did I spill?" she looked down at the floor. Her water had broke. And she didn't even notice. "For goodness' sake."
She finished the dishes quickly while having her first contraction. "Arthur!" she yelled. There was no answer.
"Percy, go get your father from his shed," she told her son. Percy was now the eldest son at home. Both Bill and Charlie were at Hogwarts. She had been very pleased that Charlie had been sorted into Gryffindor as well.
Percy dog-eared his book and went outside. Halloween was tomorrow. Molly couldn't figure it out, but something wasn't right in the air.
A minute later Arthur appeared. "What's wrong, love?" he asked.
"Help me upstairs. The baby's on its way," Molly said.
Arthur settled Molly into bed. He quickly went to get the healer. Luckily the twins and Ron were already in bed. Percy wouldn't cause any problems, he never did.
"I'll be right back, love," Arthur said, "I'll pop over to St. Mungos and get Aelecia."
Molly stretched out. To tell the truth, she was very glad that this was the last baby they would be having. She didn't think she could handle anymore. She thought back to Bill's birth and started laughing. How nervous she had been!
"What's funny?" Aelecia asked, entering the room with a smile.
"I was just thinking of my first baby," Molly said. "Are you sure you're up to this? Molly asked Aelecia. Aelecia was going to have a baby of her own in four months.
"I'm fine Molly. Besides, if you didn't even know your water broke, I have a feeling this will be a quick birth," Aelecia laughed.
Aelecia was right. Three hours later, just before midnight, Virginia Weasley was born. Aelecia cleaned her quickly and placed the girl in Molly's arms.
"I'll be back in a bit," Aelecia said.
Molly held her daughter in her arms for the first time. The daughter she knew she would have since she was fourteen years old. "Ginerva," Molly whispered. As she looked at the squirming bundle, she made a promise. Ginny would grow up knowing of no curse. She would teach her little daughter that she was capable of anything she wanted to do in life. Ginny would not feel forced to live her life because of someone else's rules.
Molly felt tears running down her cheeks. She loved her sons, but it was so good to finally have a daughter! Arthur sat down next to her and put his arm around her just like he had after every other birth.
"She looks like a Ginny, doesn't she?" Arthur asked, stroking Ginny's cheek.
"She does!" Molly cried, crying still.
Arthur kissed Molly on her forehead. "Thank you for our family," he said softly, "I can't believe it's finally complete."
The tears finally stopped. "I know. Seven children. It's amazing we're still sane," she laughed.
Arthur got up then and found the second hand camera they had given each other for Christmas so many years ago. The picture he took of mother and daughter was beautiful.
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Molly was in bed feeding a two-day old Ginny when she heard the news. "Molly! Molly! It's over, the war is over!" Arthur cried from downstairs.
Molly heard Arthur running up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He stopped to catch his breath for a second. "You-know-who is gone!" Arthur yelled.
"Gone?" Molly asked wildly, "How is that possible?"
"It happened last night. He went to kill the Potters. They have a son, Ron's age. He's gone!" Arthur shouted.
"Arthur, calm down. You're not making any sense!" Molly said.
"You-know-who killed the Potters. But he couldn't kill the little boy. He cast Avada Kedarva on a child and the child lived! You-know-who's lost his power!" Arthur started doing a little jig in the bedroom.
"I don't believe it," Molly said softly, "A child defeated what's his name?"
"Not even a child. A baby! The baby's name is Harry Potter. He'll be one of the most famous wizards ever," Arthur beamed, then leaning down to kiss Molly.
"Molly, it's over. It's finally over," Arthur was near tears.
She stroked the bald patch on the top of his head that had started forming a year ago. She could barely find her voice, "This is wonderful."
"Would you mind if I took the boys to the village to celebrate?" Arthur asked eagerly.
"Not at all. Don't be too obvious," Molly warned. "Put Ginny in her crib first, so I can get some sleep, please," Molly asked.
Arthur picked up his daughter and spun her around once. "Little Ginny! You're going to grow up in a world free of you-know-who!" Arthur laughed, and then set Ginny down.
Molly feel asleep briefly, then was woken up by a bang. She looked out the window; Arthur must be setting off some Filibuster Fireworks. She could hear the boys laughing outside. You-know-who was gone. She could hardly believe it. She would have to ask Arthur to pick up a copy of The Daily Prophet tomorrow for her to read. Her last thought before drifting off was that the world was finally safe again.
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Molly was feeding Ron and Ginny two weeks later, when Percy came bustling through the door. "Mum, can I ask you something?" he asked shyly.
"What dear," she smiled at her son. Out of all her children, Percy was the politest.
"May I have a pet?" he asked.
"A pet?" Molly's face fell. There wasn't money to buy an animal. They still had Errol, their owl, but no other animals besides the chickens. Percy never asked for anything, so she felt horrible having to say no.
"Sweetie, we don't have money to get you a pet. Maybe next year," Molly told Percy.
"It would be a free pet!" Percy beamed.
"Free?" Molly asked.
"I found a rat," Percy confided.
"A rat?" Molly repeated.
Percy nodded. "He's been by the shed for the last two days. I call him Scabbers. Mummy, can I keep him? Please Mummy? There will be snow soon. Scabbers will get cold."
Molly could see that Percy was taken by this Scabbers. The boy hardly asked for anything, so Molly decided that he could have this rat.
"Bring Scabbers in the house, so that I can check him out," she told Percy.
Percy ran outside without another word. A few minutes later Percy came running into the house, carrying a large rat. Her placed him on the table. Molly did some poking with her wand and decided that the rat wasn't dangerous. She did make Percy clean the dirt off of him before he was allowed upstairs.
Fred and George came tumbling into the house as Percy was cleaning the rat by the sink.
"Why don't we get a rat?" George whined.
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"Fred and George Weasley get back here this instant!" Molly roared. Ginny started crying, hearing Molly scream.
Molly picked her up quickly, "There, there. I'm not upset with you, little one. It's you brothers," Molly said calmly. She would have to remember not to yell at the twins when they were in front of her.
Fred and George slowly walked in from outside. They both had the same guilty expression on their face. The boys had just turned four and were little terrors. She found herself scolding them almost everyday.
As soon as they stood in front of their mother, the expression changed. With a big smile on his face, Fred asked, "What is the matter, Mummy," he was clearly trying to look cute.
"Is there a problem?" George asked innocently.
"Where is my wand?" Molly asked through clenched teeth.
"Wand?" George asked.
"Your wand?" Fred added.
"My wand was on the table five minutes ago. You two were the last ones in the house. Where is my wand?" Molly asked, her voice sounding dangerous.
Fred and George were confused. They were used to their mother yelling at them. This talking softly unnerved them a bit. The twins looked at each other, trying to decide what to do.
"I saw a wand outside," Fred said casually.
"It might have been yours," George added.
Molly closed her eyes. "Go up to your room now. Both of you," Molly said.
"But Mum! It's so nice outside!" George yelled.
Molly cut Fred off as he was about to say something. "If either of you upset Ginny, you will be in so much trouble..."
Fred and George started walking towards the stairs, pounding their feet. "Walk softer!" Molly hissed. They walked softer. Molly shook her head and went outside to collect her wand.
She saw her youngest son, Ron standing by the shed. She started walking towards him, when she saw her wand on the ground. She couldn't believe those two just left it on the ground.
Ron was just over two. He always tried to join in with the twins, but largely, they ignored him. Hopefully, when Ginny was a little older, they could play together. She watched with interest as Ron tried to open up the shed door. He was just too little to open the door up.
"Do you want to go inside?" Molly asked Ron, when she was closer. Ron nodded. He knew how to talk, but didn't speak very often.
She bent down slowly, having Ginny on her back and picked Ron up. He smile lit up his whole face. "Why do you want to go inside?" Molly asked him.
"Daddy," Ron said, burying his head in her shoulder.
"You want to see Daddy?" Molly asked. The little head nodded.
She stroked his hair. "Daddy's at work, honey," Molly said.
Ron looked up and gave Molly a hug around her neck. Molly laughed, "Daddy can take you into the shed later tonight. Would that be okay?" Molly asked.
Ron smiled and made a motion that he wanted to be put down. He ran off towards the chicken coup.
Later that night, Arthur took his small son by the hand and took him into his shed. The other boys were jealous, they had never been allowed in there before. Molly said that all they needed to do was simply ask.
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A year later Molly was outside collecting eggs. She was going very slowly because Ginny, now eighteen months, refused to leave her side. Ginny was clutching the hem of Molly's skirt, to help her balance.
Molly looked over towards the yard. Ron was flying low on one of the twin's toy brooms. He had one hand holding the broom, and the other hand was gripped around the teddy bear he had been given for Christmas. Molly smiled, Ron's teddy bear had hardly left his side since he got it. It reminded her of her own Mister Bear.
She enjoyed listening to the hens clucking. After collecting eggs for a few minutes, she heard one of her boys scream. Molly put down her basket and picked Ginny up, and ran outside.
"That's for taking my broom!" Fred yelled at Ron.
"Get your own broom!" George screamed.
Molly looked at Ron, his teddy bear was nowhere to be seen. He was holding a giant spider and crying.
"Fred and George Weasley, up to your room, now!" Molly yelled, pointing at the house. They hung their hands and started walking. Now both Ron and Ginny were crying. She put Ginny down and took the giant spider out of Ron's arms. She cringed a bit, since she hated spiders. Quickly she took her wand and changed the spider back to a teddy bear. Ron wouldn't take it when she handed it back to him.
"Spider!" he cried, tears streaming down his cheeks.
She picked Ron up; he was getting heavy. Then walked over to Ginny and picked her up as well. Ron's teddy bear was tucked in the back Molly's apron. She would perform a color-changing spell on the bear and give it back to Ron. Hopefully he wouldn't realize it was the same bear.
Fred and George were standing at the doorway when Molly got back to the house. "Didn't I tell you two to go to your room?" Molly said dangerously.
"Ronnie-poo, we're sorry," Fred started.
"We hope you'll forgive us," George finished.
Ron wouldn't look at them. "Good try, you two. Go up to your room!" Molly yelled.
As they walked up the stairs, she heard George whisper, "I was sure that would work."
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"Charlie made the quidditch team," Molly reported proudly, reading a letter that he had sent to the family. "Only second year on the team. He's a seeker, Arthur!"
"That's good. He was a natural on a broomstick, that one," Arthur said.
"We're going to be on the Gryffindor team," Fred reported proudly.
Molly laughed, "You have to be sorted into Gryffindor first."
"We're brave!" George said.
"You're also very cunning and devious, which could land you into Slytherin," Arthur told them.
"We are not!" Fred cried. George looked like he had been insulted.
"I'd like to be in Ravenclaw," Percy announced.
"You certainly are smart enough to be," Molly told Percy. She stilled secretly hoped that all her sons would be sorted into Gryffindor.
"Ronniekins will be a Hufflepuff," George said.
"There's nothing wrong with Hufflepuffs," Molly scolded him. "You have four cousins that are Hufflepuffs."
"What will Ginny be?" George asked.
"Ginny will be anything she wants to be," Molly told the room.
Ginny chose that moment to let a loud wail.
"I think she agrees with you, Mum," Fred laughed.
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Chapter Twelve - The Burrow, Child Seven
"Mum?"
"Yes Percy?" Molly asked as she washed the dishes. She was due any day now, and her back was killing her.
"There's water by your feet," he said, and then went back to his book.
"Water? Did I spill?" she looked down at the floor. Her water had broke. And she didn't even notice. "For goodness' sake."
She finished the dishes quickly while having her first contraction. "Arthur!" she yelled. There was no answer.
"Percy, go get your father from his shed," she told her son. Percy was now the eldest son at home. Both Bill and Charlie were at Hogwarts. She had been very pleased that Charlie had been sorted into Gryffindor as well.
Percy dog-eared his book and went outside. Halloween was tomorrow. Molly couldn't figure it out, but something wasn't right in the air.
A minute later Arthur appeared. "What's wrong, love?" he asked.
"Help me upstairs. The baby's on its way," Molly said.
Arthur settled Molly into bed. He quickly went to get the healer. Luckily the twins and Ron were already in bed. Percy wouldn't cause any problems, he never did.
"I'll be right back, love," Arthur said, "I'll pop over to St. Mungos and get Aelecia."
Molly stretched out. To tell the truth, she was very glad that this was the last baby they would be having. She didn't think she could handle anymore. She thought back to Bill's birth and started laughing. How nervous she had been!
"What's funny?" Aelecia asked, entering the room with a smile.
"I was just thinking of my first baby," Molly said. "Are you sure you're up to this? Molly asked Aelecia. Aelecia was going to have a baby of her own in four months.
"I'm fine Molly. Besides, if you didn't even know your water broke, I have a feeling this will be a quick birth," Aelecia laughed.
Aelecia was right. Three hours later, just before midnight, Virginia Weasley was born. Aelecia cleaned her quickly and placed the girl in Molly's arms.
"I'll be back in a bit," Aelecia said.
Molly held her daughter in her arms for the first time. The daughter she knew she would have since she was fourteen years old. "Ginerva," Molly whispered. As she looked at the squirming bundle, she made a promise. Ginny would grow up knowing of no curse. She would teach her little daughter that she was capable of anything she wanted to do in life. Ginny would not feel forced to live her life because of someone else's rules.
Molly felt tears running down her cheeks. She loved her sons, but it was so good to finally have a daughter! Arthur sat down next to her and put his arm around her just like he had after every other birth.
"She looks like a Ginny, doesn't she?" Arthur asked, stroking Ginny's cheek.
"She does!" Molly cried, crying still.
Arthur kissed Molly on her forehead. "Thank you for our family," he said softly, "I can't believe it's finally complete."
The tears finally stopped. "I know. Seven children. It's amazing we're still sane," she laughed.
Arthur got up then and found the second hand camera they had given each other for Christmas so many years ago. The picture he took of mother and daughter was beautiful.
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Molly was in bed feeding a two-day old Ginny when she heard the news. "Molly! Molly! It's over, the war is over!" Arthur cried from downstairs.
Molly heard Arthur running up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He stopped to catch his breath for a second. "You-know-who is gone!" Arthur yelled.
"Gone?" Molly asked wildly, "How is that possible?"
"It happened last night. He went to kill the Potters. They have a son, Ron's age. He's gone!" Arthur shouted.
"Arthur, calm down. You're not making any sense!" Molly said.
"You-know-who killed the Potters. But he couldn't kill the little boy. He cast Avada Kedarva on a child and the child lived! You-know-who's lost his power!" Arthur started doing a little jig in the bedroom.
"I don't believe it," Molly said softly, "A child defeated what's his name?"
"Not even a child. A baby! The baby's name is Harry Potter. He'll be one of the most famous wizards ever," Arthur beamed, then leaning down to kiss Molly.
"Molly, it's over. It's finally over," Arthur was near tears.
She stroked the bald patch on the top of his head that had started forming a year ago. She could barely find her voice, "This is wonderful."
"Would you mind if I took the boys to the village to celebrate?" Arthur asked eagerly.
"Not at all. Don't be too obvious," Molly warned. "Put Ginny in her crib first, so I can get some sleep, please," Molly asked.
Arthur picked up his daughter and spun her around once. "Little Ginny! You're going to grow up in a world free of you-know-who!" Arthur laughed, and then set Ginny down.
Molly feel asleep briefly, then was woken up by a bang. She looked out the window; Arthur must be setting off some Filibuster Fireworks. She could hear the boys laughing outside. You-know-who was gone. She could hardly believe it. She would have to ask Arthur to pick up a copy of The Daily Prophet tomorrow for her to read. Her last thought before drifting off was that the world was finally safe again.
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Molly was feeding Ron and Ginny two weeks later, when Percy came bustling through the door. "Mum, can I ask you something?" he asked shyly.
"What dear," she smiled at her son. Out of all her children, Percy was the politest.
"May I have a pet?" he asked.
"A pet?" Molly's face fell. There wasn't money to buy an animal. They still had Errol, their owl, but no other animals besides the chickens. Percy never asked for anything, so she felt horrible having to say no.
"Sweetie, we don't have money to get you a pet. Maybe next year," Molly told Percy.
"It would be a free pet!" Percy beamed.
"Free?" Molly asked.
"I found a rat," Percy confided.
"A rat?" Molly repeated.
Percy nodded. "He's been by the shed for the last two days. I call him Scabbers. Mummy, can I keep him? Please Mummy? There will be snow soon. Scabbers will get cold."
Molly could see that Percy was taken by this Scabbers. The boy hardly asked for anything, so Molly decided that he could have this rat.
"Bring Scabbers in the house, so that I can check him out," she told Percy.
Percy ran outside without another word. A few minutes later Percy came running into the house, carrying a large rat. Her placed him on the table. Molly did some poking with her wand and decided that the rat wasn't dangerous. She did make Percy clean the dirt off of him before he was allowed upstairs.
Fred and George came tumbling into the house as Percy was cleaning the rat by the sink.
"Why don't we get a rat?" George whined.
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"Fred and George Weasley get back here this instant!" Molly roared. Ginny started crying, hearing Molly scream.
Molly picked her up quickly, "There, there. I'm not upset with you, little one. It's you brothers," Molly said calmly. She would have to remember not to yell at the twins when they were in front of her.
Fred and George slowly walked in from outside. They both had the same guilty expression on their face. The boys had just turned four and were little terrors. She found herself scolding them almost everyday.
As soon as they stood in front of their mother, the expression changed. With a big smile on his face, Fred asked, "What is the matter, Mummy," he was clearly trying to look cute.
"Is there a problem?" George asked innocently.
"Where is my wand?" Molly asked through clenched teeth.
"Wand?" George asked.
"Your wand?" Fred added.
"My wand was on the table five minutes ago. You two were the last ones in the house. Where is my wand?" Molly asked, her voice sounding dangerous.
Fred and George were confused. They were used to their mother yelling at them. This talking softly unnerved them a bit. The twins looked at each other, trying to decide what to do.
"I saw a wand outside," Fred said casually.
"It might have been yours," George added.
Molly closed her eyes. "Go up to your room now. Both of you," Molly said.
"But Mum! It's so nice outside!" George yelled.
Molly cut Fred off as he was about to say something. "If either of you upset Ginny, you will be in so much trouble..."
Fred and George started walking towards the stairs, pounding their feet. "Walk softer!" Molly hissed. They walked softer. Molly shook her head and went outside to collect her wand.
She saw her youngest son, Ron standing by the shed. She started walking towards him, when she saw her wand on the ground. She couldn't believe those two just left it on the ground.
Ron was just over two. He always tried to join in with the twins, but largely, they ignored him. Hopefully, when Ginny was a little older, they could play together. She watched with interest as Ron tried to open up the shed door. He was just too little to open the door up.
"Do you want to go inside?" Molly asked Ron, when she was closer. Ron nodded. He knew how to talk, but didn't speak very often.
She bent down slowly, having Ginny on her back and picked Ron up. He smile lit up his whole face. "Why do you want to go inside?" Molly asked him.
"Daddy," Ron said, burying his head in her shoulder.
"You want to see Daddy?" Molly asked. The little head nodded.
She stroked his hair. "Daddy's at work, honey," Molly said.
Ron looked up and gave Molly a hug around her neck. Molly laughed, "Daddy can take you into the shed later tonight. Would that be okay?" Molly asked.
Ron smiled and made a motion that he wanted to be put down. He ran off towards the chicken coup.
Later that night, Arthur took his small son by the hand and took him into his shed. The other boys were jealous, they had never been allowed in there before. Molly said that all they needed to do was simply ask.
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A year later Molly was outside collecting eggs. She was going very slowly because Ginny, now eighteen months, refused to leave her side. Ginny was clutching the hem of Molly's skirt, to help her balance.
Molly looked over towards the yard. Ron was flying low on one of the twin's toy brooms. He had one hand holding the broom, and the other hand was gripped around the teddy bear he had been given for Christmas. Molly smiled, Ron's teddy bear had hardly left his side since he got it. It reminded her of her own Mister Bear.
She enjoyed listening to the hens clucking. After collecting eggs for a few minutes, she heard one of her boys scream. Molly put down her basket and picked Ginny up, and ran outside.
"That's for taking my broom!" Fred yelled at Ron.
"Get your own broom!" George screamed.
Molly looked at Ron, his teddy bear was nowhere to be seen. He was holding a giant spider and crying.
"Fred and George Weasley, up to your room, now!" Molly yelled, pointing at the house. They hung their hands and started walking. Now both Ron and Ginny were crying. She put Ginny down and took the giant spider out of Ron's arms. She cringed a bit, since she hated spiders. Quickly she took her wand and changed the spider back to a teddy bear. Ron wouldn't take it when she handed it back to him.
"Spider!" he cried, tears streaming down his cheeks.
She picked Ron up; he was getting heavy. Then walked over to Ginny and picked her up as well. Ron's teddy bear was tucked in the back Molly's apron. She would perform a color-changing spell on the bear and give it back to Ron. Hopefully he wouldn't realize it was the same bear.
Fred and George were standing at the doorway when Molly got back to the house. "Didn't I tell you two to go to your room?" Molly said dangerously.
"Ronnie-poo, we're sorry," Fred started.
"We hope you'll forgive us," George finished.
Ron wouldn't look at them. "Good try, you two. Go up to your room!" Molly yelled.
As they walked up the stairs, she heard George whisper, "I was sure that would work."
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"Charlie made the quidditch team," Molly reported proudly, reading a letter that he had sent to the family. "Only second year on the team. He's a seeker, Arthur!"
"That's good. He was a natural on a broomstick, that one," Arthur said.
"We're going to be on the Gryffindor team," Fred reported proudly.
Molly laughed, "You have to be sorted into Gryffindor first."
"We're brave!" George said.
"You're also very cunning and devious, which could land you into Slytherin," Arthur told them.
"We are not!" Fred cried. George looked like he had been insulted.
"I'd like to be in Ravenclaw," Percy announced.
"You certainly are smart enough to be," Molly told Percy. She stilled secretly hoped that all her sons would be sorted into Gryffindor.
"Ronniekins will be a Hufflepuff," George said.
"There's nothing wrong with Hufflepuffs," Molly scolded him. "You have four cousins that are Hufflepuffs."
"What will Ginny be?" George asked.
"Ginny will be anything she wants to be," Molly told the room.
Ginny chose that moment to let a loud wail.
"I think she agrees with you, Mum," Fred laughed.