A/N: okay, now I know I did that without reason, but I had to delete this story…I'm still going to work on it, it just wasn't working for me at all…everything was happening to fast, and I had no idea where I was going w/ the story… so , now I hopefully will get it right. And seeing that its winter holidays, I'll probably update more… 

Chapter 1:

It was one o'clock in the morning. The summer heat was pouring in the burrow and there was no escape from it. Molly Weasley turned in her sleep. The owl was coming today, she didn't know when, and she didn't know if she would be the first one to read it. No! She said to herself. I don't care if I stay up all night! I will get that owl before anyone else will. She had too; it was going to seal her fate. Well, sort of.

One thirty. The owl had not come yet. Molly was still awake, she couldn't lie in bed much longer, so she had made herself a pot of tea and sat by the window. I told them to send it through the west window. She worried over. What if the owl knocks on one of the children's windows? What will I do? She panicked. She calmed down after a sip of her tea. No, she remembered, none of my children would wake up if a banshee was sitting outside their window, nonetheless, an owl. This thought calmed her down, but where was that owl? And what did it say on it?

Two o'clock. Molly couldn't take it any longer. She watched Arthur sleep peacefully and without worry. How could Arthur sleep? He knows the owls coming tonight! She could only wonder how her husband could take the suspense, good God she could never sleep through a time like this! Maybe he is taking this the right way… maybe I'm just analyzing the situation. She stared into space and slowly, but surely, Molly began to drift to sleep.

Then Molly found herself and Arthur riding a giant owl. The owl had a large slip of parchment tied onto his leg, it was huge! Molly climbed down the owl's body and tried to reach the parchment, she had to see what was written on it! She struggled to reach for it, but every time she touched it, it just became larger, she was making it larger then it was! And finally she gave up on trying herself, and called Arthur to help her. But Arthur was just dilly daddling and ignored her while he hummed a tune to himself and smiled at her. Arthur I need your help! She was about to yell out, but all that came out of her mouth was the sound of a screech owl and the sound of pecking on glass. What? What's wrong with me? She said to herself, but all that came out was a screech.

Two-fifty one. Molly woke up to her odd dream to find a large, brown owl pecking on her bedroom window.

"Oh!" She said out loud, waking up her husband.

"Mmmph, where's the cannon?" Arthur said rather stupidly.

"What in Merlin's beard is a cannon?" Molly replied to her sleepy husband. "Oh never mind Arthur, the owl is here! Wake up so we can see what it says!"

"The…the owl…it's here…you mean…that owl?" Arthur replied, waking up rather abruptly.

"Of course that owl, what other owl do you think is coming to our house at three o'clock in the morning from St. Mungos!" Snapped an irritated Molly.

"Well actually dear, it's two-fifty three…" Mumbled Arthur as his ears slowly turned red from humiliation.

Molly ignored that comment and anxiously took the piece of parchment from the grip of the owl. She read it out loud to Arthur. It read:

Mr and Mrs Arthur Weasley.

We are giving to you the results of your visit yesterday, at July 14th at 4:00 pm. Your results are positive. We congratulate you and your family, for the new addition to your family! Please send a post back to St. Mungos as soon as you get this owl. Mrs Arthur Weasley will need to arrive at St. Mungos on the last day of the month for the first check-up.


Again we congratulate you,

Myrla Dons

Head Healer at the Birth Department

"Oh…oh my…" And with that Mrs Arthur Weasley collapsed gently onto a chair.

"What are we going to tell the family?" She asked faintly.

"We tell them, we've brought them another Weasley of course!" Arthur said as he beamed at his wife.

She looked at her husband with deep concern. "…of course…" She answered unreassuringly, and with that she fell into deep slumber.

"Molly! How can you be tired at a time like this!"

"Shut up Arthur."

…and with that she fell into deep slumber

A/N: okay, so I don't know if you like it or not, but I just wanted to take this a little less faster, and, you know, slow and steady wins the race…or writes the fanfic here I guess… don't worry my previous readers (if I still have any left!) the same basic plotline will occur, everything will be there, except just done a wee bit differently …that's all!