Despite Minerva's warning, Audrey had been surprised to find herself pregnant. It was mid-September when she finally got around to taking a test. Two missed periods were really enough of a clue, but she'd written it off to the stress of the wedding then outright disbelief that magic could override biology. Magic had won, and she'd booked herself an appointment with the doctor when the test had come back positive.

Percy had taken the news with a small smile that spoke volumes about how pleased he really was. They'd planned a family, and it really wasn't that much ahead of schedule. Fleur was thrilled for her, and now that Victoire was four months old and sleeping properly, she actually had the energy to come over and demonstrate her joy.

It was coming up to Christmas which would be celebrated at Audrey's parents in deference to Audrey's inability to see her own feet.

Audrey was sat on the sofa with her missing feet in Percy's lap, a book of baby names in her hands. They had only a few months left to decide what they would call their little girl other than 'Bump'.

"Do magical people have naming traditions?" Audrey asked, resting the open book on top of her stomach.

"No, my family don't. Although all our names are technically from the Court of King Arthur or British royalty, I rather thought that might be my Dad's inside joke. Well, except Ron, but I suppose there's only so many useable names. Some do flowers, stars, that sort of thing." Percy asked hands absently stroking her ankles which were always swollen recently. He had his own book open on the arm of the sofa and Audrey suspected it was another parenting manual recommended at their antenatal classes.

"Ooh, really?"

"It's supposed to be a way of marking your family easily, a pureblood trait but not one my family ever bought into. What about you?" Percy asked, closing the book and shifting slightly on the sofa to rub her feet more effectively.

"No, we're more a pick your favourite from the baby name book type. I had a thought, though."

"Oh?"

"I mean, I know she never came around, and I know you miss her…"

"No," Percy replied immediately, his hands stopping their action.

"Percy, at least hear me out." Audrey protested, floundering as she tried to sit up a little more.

"No. My mother made her choice." Percy said as he held out his hands so she could use them to leaver herself upright.

"Yes, but," Audrey huffed out, a hand quickly clasping her stomach as Bump made a lazy summersault due to Audrey's movement and landed a foot into her kidney.

"Why?"

"Because she's your Mum?"

"And if our child is magical, aren't your parents going to miss out on more?" Percy replied pointedly.

"No, because whether she's magical or not, she'll have eleven years of loving grandparents who are going to accept her and spoil her rotten. No magic school can take that away. Look at Hermione, Helen and John. Also, I know it's not the done thing marrying Muggles, especially with your position. But, well, alright. Maybe not after your Mum, as in christening her Molly, because you are right, she has made her choice and it's a bit rotten the way it fell out. But, well, OK, now you've told me about your Dad, how about going along that route? Percy, I know it hurts you that she didn't come to the wedding and I know that in part it is my fault for being who I am, and I can't change that."

"It's not your fault, she's completely to blame, and I won't have you take it on yourself," Percy said sharply.

"I'm not really," Audrey reassured him. "But your Dad is gutted, you know. He's popped over once or twice to see us, and you've not been here, and well, I think he just wants to talk to someone. I don't think he likes the way she's thrilled about Victoire and is knitting up a storm and yet she didn't come to the wedding. I mean she didn't like Fleur in the beginning but better a part Veela witch than a muggle."

"Can you not see why I can't. She's awful. She doesn't deserve our notice."

"I can, but can you not see how much it might mean to your Dad that you aren't holding it against him? Look, the book says Molly is a diminutive of both Mary and Margaret, and that would follow your family's naming thing, wouldn't it? She doesn't have to be a Molly, but it's there. Our baby deserves two grandmothers, and if the best we can do is give her a name, then at least we gave her that. It might also heal the breach. She may never accept me, but if our daughter is magical, your Mum might accept her, and that's something, isn't it?"

"I don't think my Mum will ever deserve you."

Audrey shrugged. "I don't mind, not everyone gets in-laws they can cope with, and mothers-in-law are supposed to be a bit of a nightmare. Honestly, I think Fleur is a bit jealous of us really, your Mum actually speaks to her now, and according to Fleur, she sends food over to Bill whenever she can to make sure Bill is eating properly. I've no idea how Fleur hasn't told her to shove it yet. I don't think I would be as polite."

"She should accept you," Percy grumbled. "There was a war for equality for Merlin's sake. Two of them!"

"Magical equality, love. Us mere Muggles are mere Muggles," Audrey replied breezily.

"I work for the Minister for Magic!"

"Yes, and with that and thirty pence, you can buy a cup of tea. You're not going to change anything for Muggles."

"Three knuts actually."

"What?" Audrey asked, confused.

"A cup of tea, its three knuts in the Ministry canteen."

Her smile was warm. "So, you agree, then."

"I didn't say I agreed," Percy protested.

"No, but you are being impudent about the price of tea. It's the next step."

Percy's smile was lopsided, but no less warm. "I do love you, and I never ever will regret marrying you. I would prefer Margaret of the two, and you're right, it's a lovely idea to continue to increase my Dad's royal court. He will be delighted."

"Glad to hear it. So, Margaret, what about middle names?"

"As the bearer of Percival Ignatius Weasley can I protest and ask for something perfectly reasonable?"

"Well, I like the flower thing."

"At least it's not a constellation," Percy muttered.

Audrey screwed up her nose in thought, stroking her rounded stomach. "How many of them are useable?"

"Constellations? More than you think."

"Really?"

"Draco, Orion, Sirius, Regulus, Andromeda, Cassiopeia, Lyra, those I'm related to distantly."

"You're related to Harry?"

"Yes, I don't think anyone ever pointed that out to Ginny."

"You are getting rather distracted. We're picking names for our daughter, remember."

"What's your mother's full name? I've only ever heard her called Lizzy."

"Elizabeth Florence Stone."

"Florence?"

"Yes. Margaret Florence Weasley?"

"She'd have a pick then, of names and diminutives. 'Perce' is still my least favourite, and there's next to nothing you can do with Ignatius except forgetting you have it."

"Hmm, shouldn't she have something for herself, then?"

"I think there are a few letters of the alphabet we've missed out."

"Then it bears thinking on," Audrey said with a pleased smile.

Margaret Florence Weasley was born on the 14th March 2002 in a Muggle hospital with her maternal grandparents' and paternal twin uncles waiting anxiously for news.

Percy came into the waiting room his face pale and a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. After stumbling over the news, the full import of labour not yet left the forefront of his mind, he gladly led his family to the ward where his daughter was an instant hit. Fred and George had gone quite mad in the hospital gift shop, and a swarm of balloons, flowers and stuffed bears were heaped upon the end of Audrey's bed.

After Audrey's parents left Fred and George lingered pulling potions from pockets.

"Here," Fred handed them to Audrey. "Fleur sent these. They won't interfere with whatever the Muggles have given you. Fleur swears, you'll feel better, and they won't affect little Maggie."

"Margaret," Audrey replied.

"Maggie," Fred said again giving her a look.

Audrey sighed. "She's just been born, give her time to grow into her name."

Fred hummed non-committedly.

George spoke up from the corner he had absconded with his new niece. "We'll take Percy home. The Muggles have a tradition of wetting the baby's head, which John explained. Percy should get to take part."

Audrey tried to look disapproving, but in truth she was tired and while Percy had been there as he promised, she would quite like a bit of time alone to process the idea that she was now a mother and had a child. "That sounds lovely if you'll give her back before you leave. You can't take her with you, John did explain that bit, didn't he?"

"Yes," George said. "She's tiny. I mean, I've seen babies before, but we weren't that interested in Ginny when she was born. Fleur had Victoire, but it was ages before we saw her. She's all brand new."

Percy came over to George to stare at his daughter. His daughter. Being slated for Minister for Magic was not as daunting as this. He held his hands out, and George relented giving up his prize. Margaret yawned, her eyes blinking open, and Percy felt a rush flood through him as she focused on him. "Hello," he whispered.

Margaret blinked, closed her eyes and went back to sleep. Audrey held her arms out. "Go," she said. "I'm sure you need a shower and food. The nurse will be along shortly."

"You'll take the potion?" Percy asked. "Just to be sure."

"Yes," Audrey fumbled tiredly with the phial before Fred took it from her and removed the cork. Audrey accepted it back and knocked the concoction back. It did not taste as vile as she feared. "There, now, go."

Percy nodded, he approached the bed and dropped a kiss on Audrey, before handing his daughter over to her mother. He gently stroked the bundle in her arms, reluctant to leave. "I'll be back in the morning."

Audrey grinned already feeling the comforting tingle of the potion buoying her flagging energy and easing the ache she had from labour. "Perhaps, now, go."

The three brothers left Audrey and her daughter. They were alone a scant five minutes before a knock at the door, roused her attention from her examination of Margaret.

"Percy go," she said in a laughingly exasperated tone. "Honestly, we'll be fine, or did you forget something?" Her words trailed off as she looked up at the door. Her father-in-law stood in the doorway, looking around in fascination at the room.

"Arthur," Audrey said warmly, sadly unsurprised to see him alone. If she had held out for the birth of her daughter resulting in an olive branch, it seemed she was going to be regrettably disappointed. "You've missed Percy, Fred, and George, I'm afraid."

Arthur came into the room, a warm friendliness coming from him in waves the way it did from the twins. "Oh no, I came to see her," Arthur said as he sat in the chair by her bed. "She's our newest granddaughter, and I couldn't miss this. May I?" he held his hands out. Audrey handed Margaret over to her grandfather, her heart quietly breaking for the man.

"Oh well look at you, aren't you just precious," Arthur burbled as he held her. "This is for you," he said holding out a familiar phial. "It's to help with after giving birth. Molly took it after all of ours."

Audrey nodded, accepting the proffered phial. "Fleur sent some with Fred and George though only one phial as we didn't know if I would have a reaction to it."

"It's very safe," Arthur said.

"Yes," Audrey replied. "But I'm not magical, and Percy wanted me to take only one dose until he was sure I would not react badly to it. I've had some bad reactions to things while I was pregnant, you see."

"Magical things?" Arthur asked curiously. "Percy didn't say anything, and the few times I saw you I thought you were glowing."

"No, muggle things. Typical for pregnancy, my midwife assured me."

"Did you give your Mummy a hard time?" he asked the sleeping baby. "That wasn't very kind of you. What's her name? I didn't ask Percy for the sex or name though I found out about the sex by accident. I rather thought it might be a nice surprise not to know ahead of time," Arthur asked, looking back up at Audrey.

"Margaret Florence Weasley," Audrey answered softly reaching out a hand to stroke her daughter's clenched fist.

Arthur's look was warm as he met her eyes and Audrey felt a lump grow in the back of her throat. "You carried it on," he said quietly.

"Yes. If she is to be magical, then she should carry her family name with pride. She has a family to be proud of, no matter who she is." Audrey sat back against her pillows a smile on her face.

Arthur took up her hand, squeezing it. "Thank you," he said, looking down at the baby in his arms blinking his eyes rapidly. Audrey reached over to the bedside cabinet, grabbing the box of tissues and proffering it. Arthur took one with a small embarrassed laugh. "How long will you have to stay in the hospital?" he asked after a moment when he'd gathered himself up.

"Not long at all, I could be home as soon as tomorrow if they are happy with everything. With the potions I've been given, which have certainly helped, I don't think there will be a reason for me to stay."

"Can I visit?"

"Of course you can, you're her granddad. Percy wants you in her life, he's not going to hold his Mum against you and stop you seeing her."

"I tried," Arthur confessed, rocking Margaret as she shifted in his arms. "I asked her to come with me tonight to see you both. Fred sent me a message, to let me know you had gone into labour, then when she was born."

"Percy was in the delivery room with me," Audrey explained. "I was pretty adamant he stayed by my side throughout it all, so he didn't have time to slip off and send a message. He did very well though, I think I nearly broke his hand at one point."

Arthur smiled. "I don't think there must be any difference between magical and muggle labour then because I distinctly remember Molly breaking my hand when Charlie was born."