"Okay, not that much better, but we don't know how long we'll be there, so might as well pretend it's great." he reasoned.
"Makes sense to me." I reasoned. We could have argued some more, but instead we each went into our rooms. Our luggage was already in there. I went to sleep right away, being pregnant is tiring. Ugh.
All of us woke up early the next day. Each room had it's own bathroom, so no fighting that day. After showering Sky refused to cook any breakfast, I couldn't cook, and everyone else claimed to not know how to work this new kitchen. Bobby started whining, wanting out, so Keefer finally convinced us all to go downstairs and find some food. We all made sure to put on our sweaters before leaving the room, mine being the extra large one, and headed for stairs. We were on the third floor and there are no elevators in the wizarding world. So we all aimlessly stumbled down the hall towards the stairs. Like I said, we got up early. The blood was yet to start flowing, the muscles yet to stretch. The belly still a well hidden problem. I yawned so big my eyes were shut as we closed in on the staircase. This meant that I didn't see the equally large group of people coming to the same stairs from the other end of the hall.
"Ginny!" my former mum's voice rang in my ears, but I let my eyes slowly open. Her eyes bright, looking me over and then noticing my new family, all giving her the same expression of confusion. Molly instinctively put a hand on my arm as she stepped closer to me. I stepped back, my face going to horror/confusion.
"Don't you touch my daughter!" Sky stepped up, her tone angrier then when the owl was on her kitchen table.
"Your daughter! I gave birth to her!" Molly screeched, Arthur then stepped up next to her so that she had some type of support. In response Keefer stepped up to Sky in the same manner. Before I had any real grasp of what was going on, the two groups lined up against each other like they were about to duel. Ty to Bill, Jack to Charlie, Rex to Percy, Hugh to Fred, Bell to George, Vic to Ron, Hellen to Hermione, and Peter to Harry. Both sides were missing the youngest daughter with me off to the side. Bobby had aleady headed down the stairs, off to fend for himself food wise.
"Doesn't matter who gave birth to her, she's my sister!" Ty insisted.
"We were the ones who took her to school!" Bill insisted back.
"We were the ones who took her to better schools!" Jack informed.
"We were the ones who watched out for her while she was at the wonderful school to begin with!" Charlie informed right back.
"We were the ones who were there for everything!" Rex retorted.
"We were the ones who were there after every broken heart!" Percy retorted back.
"We were the ones who made her feel better after a bad day!" Hugh claimed.
"We were the ones who made her laugh!" George claimed in response.
"We were the ones who gave her home off the streets!" Bell hissed.
"We were the ones who gave her a home from day one!" Fred hissed back.
"We were the ones who never let her down." Vic said.
"We were the ones who hunted for months after we did." Ron said back.
"I taught her how to talk!" Molly cried out.
"I taught her how to listen." Sky was a lot calmer than Molly.
"I was there to help her walk." Arthur almost smiled at the memory, but stopped himself as he remembered the situation.
"I was there to walk her down the aisle." Keefer did smile as he said this, and he actually looked at me. None of the others had bothered to look at me.
"You got married?" Hermioned breathed out, obviously in shock with the rest of her group. Harry had heard my name before, but evidently had just figured it was both parents last names.
"And divorced." I told my wedding ring. I still wore it, and fidgetted with it. "Oh." was all Harry said, and he evidently spoke for the rest of the group. None of the others seemed to know what to say.
"Mum, Dad, everybody, let's just go down to breakfast." I said quietly. I could feel the whole Weasley's group let their faces fall as I took Sky and Keefer's hands and led the Wellington family down the stairs.
