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A/N: Okay, this chapter would have been up last night and it would have been a whole lot better but my computer decided to be a pain in the arse. I had 6, SIX, pages typed and was on my last sentence when my computer closed off Microsoft Words. IT ERASED EVERYTHING! Needless to say, ugly words came out of my mouth and I almost started crying. So…here's my second attempt at this chapter. Let's just hope it doesn't get erased.

On with the story….

Chapter 11:

Molly Weasley busied herself with tidying the house while she eagerly awaited the arrival of Hermione with Sirina. Today was her first day getting to watch the little darling. Finally, she had another child to care for. She finally felt needed again.

When Hermione had shown up yesterday and had asked her if she would care to watch Sirina a few days a week, Molly felt as if she was going to explode with happiness right there on the spot. She had secretly wished that Hermione would ask her to baby sit when she had first seen the little angel, but had decided not to pressure the poor girl. After all, Hermione looked as if she was going to collapse with stress any day.

The Black House was now clean and tidy; Molly had spent every spare moment of her time straightening it up. The Weasley's had graciously accepted the offer to stay at the Noble House of Black, if you could call it that, until they could find a new place to call their own. The Burrow had been destroyed during the war and quite frankly, Molly wished never to see that place ever again. It was the place where she had to watch own of her own, Percy, die at the hands of Voldemort. (Sorry, didn't really want to write anything more about him so I thought I would just wipe him out of the picture.)

But now to happier times, she was here with her family, well some of them anyways (Ron, Fred, and George each lived in a separate residence), and she was happy again. Her and Sirius barely fought, which was a great feat mind you, and they actually got along pretty well. He was one person that Molly had yet to figure out. His attitude over the past couple of weeks had confused her immensely, but she decided not to pester him for answers.

When Sirius had first been brought back from the dead in his twenty-five year old self, he had been so ecstatic. He was a free man and allowed to walk out in the open. He also had the closest thing to a son he ever had back, Harry that is. Then, after a couple of days, he began questioning everyone about Hermione, badgering them for every last detail on her. When no one could provide him with enough answers to satisfy him, he became quite testy. Then one day after he returned from the mall, his mood lifted a little, until that night that is.

That night, Hermione came. He became quite angry for some reason, a reason unknown by most in the household. When he barged into the kitchen and demanded to talk to her, Molly had become suspicious. Why was he so angry with her? And why did he keep glancing at Sirina like that? After that, Sirius was a complete and total grouch. Everyone avoided him at all costs.

However yesterday, when Molly revealed that she would be watching Sirina, Sirius had become very tolerable. Why the sudden change? Molly couldn't figure that out. He was even heard whistling as he walked through the house and humming :gasp: muggle show tunes. (THE HORROR : O lol) This was definitely a change from the old, sulking Sirius everyone had known.

Molly pondered Sirius' abrupt change in attitudes as she furiously scrubbed the stove top without magic sense she discovered the extra time allowed her to think. She threw the wet washrag into the sink when she heard a light knock on the front door and wiped her hands on her apron as she walked to answer it. Pulling back the door, she observed a the haggard looking face of the brightest witch she knew and immediately removed Sirina from Hermione's arms.

"Hello Mrs. Weasley, it's so nice to see you," Hermione greeted.

"Hello Hermione dear, and it's good to see you too. Please, come inside for a bit. It's a little chilly out there today. No doubt from all that rain we got last night," Molly told her.

"Thank you so much Mrs. Weasley for watching her for me," Hermione said once she stepped inside.

"It's no problem dear and please call me Molly. You are, after all, no longer a child."

Hermione smiled warmly at the woman she came to regard as her second mother. "Thank you… Molly."

"You look so tired dear, how about a spot of tea? Or maybe coffee. I can whip either up in a jiffy. I even got some scones."

"Oh no thank you, I really must be running along. I'm already late for work. If I keep this up, they're going to fire me."

"Nonsense," Molly dismissed, "you probably know the bookstore better than Flourish or Blott themselves."

"I don't think that's quite true but thank you for the compliment. I should be back around five to collect Sirina."

"Won't you stay for supper."

"I'm afraid I have some cleaning to do when I get home," Hermione said truthfully, the full extent of her tiredness once again showing on her face.

"You are running yourself to death Hermione. You really need to find someone to help you with everything. You can't be expected to do it all by yourself."

"I know that, but I've done it for so long now that it's hard to accept help. I'll manage."

"I can help if you need me too…"

Hermione immediately protested. "No, no, no. I've already taken enough advantage of you. I can't ask you to also clean my house."

"But I'd be more than happy to help," Molly persisted.

"I know that and I thank you very much for it but I think you're needed here more. Thank you again for watching my little girl. I'm afraid I'm going to have to run before I'm even more late."

"Don't worry dear about Sirina, I'll take good care of her. Don't work yourself to death either. We don't want this little angel to end up an orphan now do we?"

Hermione smiled and stared warmly at her daughter who was playing with the ties on Molly's shirt. "No, we wouldn't want that. Goodbye…Molly and have a nice day."

"You too dear."

Molly watched as Hermione disappeared with a small 'pop' before retreating back into the house, shutting the door behind her. Sirina stirred in her arms and Molly looked down to find the little girl gurgling at her.

"We really need to find your mummy some help. She's going to work herself into an early grave if she keeps on. She looks so tired. But I bet you're a good baby and don't give her a fuss, do you now? No, you're a good little girl."

Molly bounced Sirina up and down as she walked, causing her to laugh and giggle with joy. She clung to the older woman, fully trusting her even though she had just met her a couple of days ago. That's one of the best and worst things about babies, Molly thought to herself, most trust so easily and so fast. That could either prove to be a good thing or a bad thing.

Molly took a seat at one of the chairs in the living room. "We are going to have so much fun today little one. It's just going to be you and me."

"And me," a voice said from the doorway.

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A/N: Okay, this chapter was a lot longer but as I said up at the top, my STUPID computer erased the whole thing and I had to rewrite it. Which wouldn't have been a bad thing if I would have had it written down on paper to start with, but, stupid me, is just winging this. Now, I'm saving every few sentences.

Okay, I have to tell you guys about my prom night. First off, I wore a white dress.. KEEP THAT IN MIND! 20 minutes into prom, this girl (who had on a black dress) spills RED punch all over me and Spirit who had on a purple dress. We were both like "We have to get to the bathroom! We have to get to the bathroom!" And I swear to god, all this girl could say was "But guys, I have a little down my back" in the most annoying whine I have EVER heard. I was about to give her a second punch, with my fist that is. Luckily, I got all the punch washed off my dress before it stained.

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