A/N: This chapter picks up on the scene I left off on.

Molly held her breath as Charlie kicked off, momentarily forgetting that Arthur had added several charms to his broom to ensure their child's safety. Arthur came over to her, taking Fred out of her arms so he could pull her close. They watched their son fly for about fifteen minutes, fifteen feet above the earth, when all of a sudden; Charlie had fallen and was hurtling toward the ground. Molly inhaled sharply and shoved George into his father's arms, running toward her child. Charlie hit the ground with a dull sounding thud a split second before she reached him, and she immediately dropped to her knees.

"Charlie, honey, are you all right?" She asked, brushing his hair away from his forehead.

"Mum?"

"Yes Charlie. I'm here. Mumma's here." By now, Arthur, Bill and Percy had formed a small circle around them.

"My back Mum, it hurts."

"Can you move?"

"Yeah." He said, flexing his arms and legs to show her.

"Okay, baby." She gently lifted him to a sitting position and picked him up. "Arthur, I'm going to St. Mungo's, can you hold down the fort?"

"Yes." Arthur had a worried look on his face, hardly believing his child had just fallen fifteen feet and landed on his back.

She continued talking soothingly to Charlie as she carried him toward the house.

"Charlie, honey, how bad are you hurt?"

"I don't know, but my back hurts."

"I know we're going to St. Mungo's to get a healer to look at you.

Where does it hurt?"

"All over."

"Okay."

"Mama, is Daddy mad at me?"

"No Charlie. Why would he be mad?" She asked gently, wiping his eyes as he was crying now.

"'Cause I lost his broom."

"He has ways to get it back. The important thing is that you're okay."

"Kay, Mumma." Charlie buried his head against her shoulder as she wrapped a quidditch- patterned blanket tightly around him, knowing that the lobby of the emergency room was probably going to be freezing. Shifting him slightly and carefully so as not to jostle him too much, she grabbed a handful of floo powder and stepped into the fireplace; Holding Charlie tightly to her, she stated her destination clearly and within moments they were at the Welcome Witch's desk in the reception area of the emergency ward.

"Hello, can I help you ma'am?"

"Yes, can you direct me to someone in charge of pediatrics? My son fell--"

"Just a moment. I think one of our pediatric healers is free at the moment."

The Welcome Witch then paged a healer whose name Molly didn't recognize. Within moments, a tall, dark haired wizard was ushering them into an examination room.

"What exactly is the problem, Miss-?"

"Mrs. Weasley, healer. My son, Charlie, here, fell off his father's broomstick and landed on his back. I just want him checked out." She said, gently placing Charlie on the examination table, laying him on his side so the healer could look at his back. As the healer examined him, Molly continued talking soothingly to him, running her fingers through his hair.

"Mrs. Weasley?"

"Yes."

"Your son seems fine. He may have a few minor hairline fractures in his vertebrae, but nothing too serious. Boys his age bounce." He said with a slight smile.

"I know that. I've got four others."

"At any rate, he shouldn't be flying for awhile. You can give some painkillers to help him sleep, and if you're interested I can show you a way to rub his back when he wakes up in pain."

"Okay. Can you show the back rub?"

"Sure." The healer allowed Molly to shift Charlie slightly so she could reach his back, and he explained to her how to rub his back properly without causing him more pain. By the time she was finished, Charlie was half-asleep. After thanking the healer, she gently picked up her son, paid the bill and went home.

"Is he all right Molly?" Arthur asked, watching his wife place their son on the sofa.

"Yes. He'll be sore for a little while, but he's fine."

"That's great." He said, kissing her gently.

"Arthur, do you know how he fell?"

Arthur looked down at the floor, feeling extremely ashamed of himself.

"Molly, I removed the safety charms last weekend when I went up by myself, and I forgot to put them back on the broom. I didn't realize it until Charlie was already in the air, and he fell when he made a sharp turn."

"Oh." She didn't really blame her husband, it was an honest mistake, and Charlie was going to fine. Seeing the look in her husband's eyes, she kissed him lightly. "Its okay, Arthur, really. You made an honest mistake, but thankfully Charlie wasn't seriously hurt. Did you get the broom back? Charlie was asking me about it."

"Yeah, I did. It's in the shed."

"Arthur, don't beat yourself up over this. It's not your fault he fell. It just happened okay?" She said, knowing Arthur was ready to take the blame for what had happened.

"Yes, Molly-girl. Now, the twins have been fussing, I believe they want their mama."

"They're probably hungry. I'll nurse them and then fix some lunch for the rest of us."

"Sounds like a plan to me, Molly." He replied, giving her a kiss before sending her on her way to take care of Fred and George.