Disclaimer: Audrey Weasley belongs to JK Rowling. Her physical features, her family tree, and her personality in this story, belong to me, until JK Rowling reveals Audrey's history.

This chapter is dedicated to all of the frontline workers during the COVID epidemic of 2020. From grocery store employee to mail carriers, to nurses and doctors, I want to say, thank you.

Molly 7/17/04

Percy Weasley made a lazy flick of his wand and all of the paperwork that he had been working on the last several hours quickly organized itself into three piles: one for the Minister of Magic, one for Hogwarts, and one for the Wizarding Community at large. It was vital that the Wizarding Community know of the upcoming Quidditch event in a few weeks. It was the Quidditch World Cup and was to be a rather exciting one between the United States and the United Kingdom. It was even more exciting for him as his wife, Audrey, was born in America and thus allowed for a rather enjoyable rivalry between the two.

"Hello Percy," a woman's voice interrupted him as he was leaning over to pick up the three stacks. He looked up to see his old Head of House, Professor McGonagall, staring intently at him. She had a warm smile and a twinkle in her eyes that made him feel at ease. Even though his betrayal of his family was almost ten years ago and his family had forgiven him, some of his former teachers still acknowledged him with a cold shoulder. Professor McGonnegall was not one of them and had warmly accepted his apology and even provided a recommendation for his to get a job in the Ministry under the new Minister, Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"Hello Minerva," he returned her greeting warmly, "Are you here to see Kingsley?"

"Indeed," she answered, "I take it that he is meeting with Mr. Burkhard to prepare for the match?"

"Yes, he disapparated a few hours ago, but I expect he should return any moment. He promised he would return by 3:00." His glasses began to slide down the edge of his nose and he rebalanced the stack in order to catch them. He gave her a sheepish grin, and gave her the largest stack of papers, which were forms for the third-year students to allow them to visit the Hogsmeade village. "I took the liberty to write these up for you. I hope they are to your satisfaction," he announced, regaining a bit of his pompous attitude from his youth.

"Oh my," she proclaimed and set them down. She picked up the top sheet and read it quietly to herself. She looked up smiling, "Excellent as always. I'll have Pomona sign off on these. Thank you." She placed it back on the stack, "And how is your wife?"

"She's doing as well as she can when she is expecting," he answered proudly, "I expect she will go into labor in the coming days. Mother told me all of us were late, except for when she was expecting Fred and George, and that they came almost a month early. It was their first prank, I suppose."

"Then, I hope someone is with her," Minerva replied, a bit of worry in her voice.

"Oh yes," Percy agreed, waving away her concern, "Mum has been with her for the last several days while I work. Apparently, she has been showing Audrey every single thing my siblings and I wore as infants. It has been driving Audrey quite batty. And my in-laws plan on arriving tonight by Floo Network. Her mum is apparently not keen on Apparating from that far away. And I also told the Ministry I would be taking a month off once the baby arrives. Audrey will need all the help she can."

"Agreed," Minerva said, smiling, "3,000 miles is a very far commute. Take care now, and look after your wife." She picked up the papers and tucked them under her arm and left to seek out the Minister.

Percy removed his glasses and his kerchief, cleaned them. He held them up to the light to ensure they were spotless and placed them back on his face. What a bother it was to have them. He turned and picked up the stack for the community and carried it to the Mail Room where they would be distributed by owl that very day. He hummed quietly to himself as he returned with several pieces of mail from other co-respondents. As he began to scratch out a response to Kingsley Shacklebolt, he couldn't help but remember the first time that he went to Hogsmeade along with several of his studious friends from Ravenclaw to enjoy a glass of Butterbeer and study for end of year exams. Perhaps he would stop by the Leaky Cauldron and get a barrel for old times sakes. Even Audrey was fond of the warm, sweet bubbly drink, especially during the Holidays. However, in July, it was just as lovely.

"Hello Weasley," came a voice, that disrupted his later plans. He turned up to see his former roommate from Hogwarts, Oliver Wood, staring at him, "Is it a bad time?"

"Not at all," he replied and quickly flicked his wand; all of the papers neatly stacked into a pile and a chair moved forward. Oliver took a seat.

"What can I do for you," he asked.

"I need you to grant access to a Muggle dwelling through the use of the Floo Network," he explained bluntly.

Percy raised his eyebrow suspiciously, "Do tell," he said, leaning back in his chair, "As this is a highly unusual request."

Oliver shrugged, "Long story short, my second cousin, Jennifer is a Muggle. She has a daughter who is a witch. I need to fetch her for her first year at Hogwarts. She received her letter and wishes to attend but Jennifer doesn't want her to. Even Professor Flitwick couldn't convince her to come. I figured a family member may be able to talk some sense into her."

"And you can't apparate to her doorstep and walk in because…"

Oliver blushed a bit, "I could but I figured that once she realized that I am a wizard she'd be even more reluctant to allow me into the house. Besides, if I can convince Jennifer to let her daughter attend Hogwarts, then I will need to return with her and I can't apparate with an eleven year old. And you know I never took Muggle studies so I can't simply drive one of their cars."

"What about the Underground," Percy asked his voice hinting an edge of sarcasm, "I take she can take that and help pay your way as well."

Oliver smiled sheepishly, "C'mon Percy…you know how claustrophobic I am. Being surrounded by all of those people, I would lose it."

"And you want to show off a bit of Wizarding skills," he replied, sarcastic humor entering his voice.

"Just a bit," Oliver smiled back, looking mildly embarrassed, "Show her all of what we have to offer."

"Mr. Wood," Percy replied, a tone of shock entering his voice, "I should have your sent to Azkaban for that. Thinking of showing off in front of Muggles and flagrantly ignoring Wizarding law?"

Wood looked at him with unbelief in his eyes. Percy gave a small grin, showing that no real threat was made and reached for a single sheet of paper, "What is her name?"

"Vivian Collins"

Percy wrote the name down. "I will see that this is investigated with my boss, Adelaide Kirke. She will review your petition and if she approves it, I will send word."

Oliver smiled and shook Percy's hand and departed the room as Percy tapped the sheet and if quickly folded into a paper airplane and zoomed out the door to delivery itself to its designated area. He was fairly certain that the answer would be a resounding no, but it couldn't hurt to ask. The situation had reminded him of Harry's departure as a First Year. He had learned that Harry had been fetched by Hagrid and left by means of a boat and the London Unground from his brother, Ron. He was also certain that Professor McGonnegal would address the situation personally if it was merited. In addition, Adelaide was a stickler for rules, a trait he shared with her.

As Percy returned to his papers, he began to think. His wife was due any day now. And work was rather slow…why not skive off work an hour early? He could return home to surprise Audrey with the Butterbeer and be there for when his in-laws arrive in a few hours. He quickly shook his head as if to rid himself of the ridiculous notion. He only skived off work in an emergency. An absolute emergency, and even then, he usually took his work with him, to prove that he was a model employee. The last time he left work early was when his niece Dominique, was born and that was simply to relay news about that particular day's events to her parents and then quickly returned. When he returned, his boss, Sean McGregor, yelled at him. To be fair, the day was terrifying one and leaving without permission probably wasn't a good idea in hindsight, Besides, his mother promised she would send word if Audrey went into labor and no news was good news.

He picked up his quill, dipped it in ink and decided that it would be fruitful to work on Broomstick regulation forms that were piling up in the corner. It would be a quick form to complete and also one less thing for him to work on after the baby was born and began to silently work on the new ways of improving a Broomstick. The time passed by slowly, but as the clock struck 4:45, he packed up his papers into his briefcase, flicked his wand and the light in his office went out. He walked down the hall and nodded to his fellow co-workers.

As he was about to reach the atrium, he heard his name being called. He turned around to see one of his schoolmates from Gryffindor House rushing towards him. Her name was Vanessa Boyd; she had dark ebony colored hair and sparkling gray eyes that at one time, lit up any time she had a delicious piece of gossip to spread. During their third year, she had been petrified by a Statue Curse, but that was all in the past. Nowadays, she was a member of the Wizengamot.

"Hello Nessa," he replied, smiling at the sight of her, "How are you?"

"I'm well," she replied, casually tucking a loose strand behind her ear, "Kingsley Shaklebolt asked me to catch you before you left for the day. I saw your door was locked and ran to catch you." She pulled a sealed envelope from her cloak, "He said it was important."

Percy took it and examined the handwriting, perplexed. The Minister of Magic had written to him? But why? He rarely if ever saw the Minister. He had a feeling that he was one of the individuals who had never fully forgiven him for his past misdeeds. When he was rehired to work for the Ministry, he had vowed to himself to never again personally work for a minister; he could not trust himself with that much power…not again.

"Thanks," he murmured and continued to examine the envelope, before shoving it into his inner coat pocket. He would read it later. He turned and walked away and made his way to the Atrium where he Disapparated. He quickly made his way to Gringotts in which he withdrew fifteen galleons and £20 note. He saw his brother, Bill, from a distance talking with a fellow Goblin as he left to peruse Diagon Alley, making several stops along the way: at Sugarplum's Sweet Shop to pick up some Chocolate Frogs and Sugar Quills, favorites of his wife's, the Apothecary, to refill their urn of Floo Powder and then to Owl Emporium, to purchase a kilo of Hermes' favorite bite-size treats, before finally arriving at The Leaky Cauldron. The former Landlord, Tom, had since passed away during the last winter from Dragon Pox, and the new Landlord was one Hannah Abbott Longbottom, a Hufflepuff who had been in his brother Ron's year.

"Good evening Mr. Weasley," Hannah greeted him, "What can I get for you?"

"Two liters of Butterbeer," he requested, "And a bottle of Goblin Wine."

She smiled and procured the bottle, "I'll have to fetch the Butterbeer from the cellar. That will be a galleon and 22 knuts and four sickles."

Percy quickly counted the amount and gave her the amount. Hannah quickly excused herself and went to get the delicious beverage. While she was gone, Percy pulled out the envelope and took a deep breath before opening it. With trembling hands, he extracted a single sheet of parchment and read quietly to himself:

"Dear Mr. Weasley,"

At that moment, a silver mist caught Percy's attention. He looked up to see a four legged creature bounding up the stairs into the Longbottom apartment. Moments later, he heard a womans voice shrieking followed by the sound of something breaking. Percy raised his eyebrow in surprise but shrugged. What occurred in the Longbottom apartment shouldn't concern him too much. More than likely it was the Patronus of Augusta Longbottom and whatever it was, it must have startled Neville. He turned back to the page.

"Dear Mr. Weasley," he read again to himself.

"Percy Weasley," came a familiar voice from high above him. It sounded breathless, relieved, and terrified all in one. He looked up and saw Neville at the top of the stairs to the apartment. "Where the bloody hell have you been? You are needed at home, NOW."

Percy nodded, "Have your wife send me the Butterbeer tonight." And with that, he disapparated on the spot.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN," Molly demanded as soon as he stepped one foot into the cottage. She stood at the threshold. He frowned and realized that Audrey must be in labor. The look on his mother's face was enough to make him know that she had been trying to contact him for a while. He quickly strode past her.

"I was running some errands," Percy replied calmly and placed the box of treats, owl pellets, Floo Powder, and the Goblin Wine on the Sitting Room Table. "What's wrong," Percy asked as he heard his wife let out another agonizing scream. Molly walked over to the door to their master bedroom as if to bar him entrance. As he was much taller than her, he peered past her to see his wife and mother in law inside. What on Earth was she doing there? She wasn't to arrive for another hour! She must have arrived early to surprise them. Typical Mom. He didn't notice Audrey's father anywhere, though. Curious. His mother-in-law was holding her daughter's hand and whispering words of encouragement. Audrey was taking deep shallow breaths and let out a murderous scream.

"Sit down," Molly told him. She gently guided him to the plush chair in the sitting room. He obediently did what she told him. "We've been trying to reach you for the last half hour," she whispered, "I sent my patronus to the Ministry. They said you left for the day. A college said you were going to Gringotts. So I talked to him thru the Floo Network to Bill. He saw you from a distance, but one of the Goblins nabbed him and he saw you leave before he could tell you. He asked the Goblin you got money from if you mentioned your next destination and they said you were going to London. LONDON! So I asked Bill to send his patronus to Neville asking him to catch you as the pub is the doorway to Diagon Alley and London," she explained.

"Well, I am here now, so I want to be with my wife now," Percy declared and got up to enter into their bedroom. Molly quickly grabbed at his arm, "The baby is breech," she declared outright. "Normally during a birth, the baby arrives head first. In this case, the feet are first."

"How is that a problem," he asked, still unclear as to what the problem was.

"It's easier for her to deliver, first off. The head is the biggest part of the child. Secondly, the less likely the child will have the cord wrapped around its neck. There is every possibility the child could die in delivery." Percy blanched at the idea that his son or daughter could be die, after all this time of excitement of their coming child. "The feet are already out, so we must deliver it breech. Do you trust me," Molly demanded to her son, who was looking more and more ashen as the seconds ticked by.

"What," he repeated. Molly stared into his eyes, her brown eyes shimmering with determination. "Do you trust me?"

Percy nodded mutely. Of course, he trusted his mother. She, of all people, knew how to deliver children. He knew either his son or daughter would be in great hands with her there to guide the child.

"Good," she said briskly. She pulled out her wand and waved it determinately. Several towels flew into Percy's arms and the water pot began to boil. "In order to help ensure a safe delivery, the baby must be delivered as soon as possible."

"Wouldn't it be safer to go to St. Mungo's or even a Muggle Hospital," he asked, "Mother said that they could deliver by c-section."

"Do you want your wife cut open and stitched up like your father tried during that snake attack," Molly snapped and then looked horrified at the realization of what she said. She never talked about that period of two years where the family was estranged. It was during the later part of 1995 that his father was attacked at the Ministry of Magic by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's beloved snake. He had heard about it, of course, but he did not care much. But that was when he was young and stupid.

"No, but it is a common procedure," he replied coolly, "Many Muggle women use it and it is a safe practice. Even Audrey was born that way. And her mother is a witch too."

"I trust those Muggle doctors as much as I trust Hagrid to guard our whiskey," she muttered, which earned a chuckle from Percy.

Just then, Audrey let out a blood-curdling scream and Audrey's mother, poked her head out of the door. "Molly, Percy…"

"We're coming," Molly quipped and grabbed her wand and rushed into the room where her daughter-in-law labored.

Percy also retrieved his wand and before he walked in, he paused. He needed a healer. This was undeniable. And there was only one that he trusted. He pulled out his wand and gave it a quick florish. His patronus burst forth and bowed its head to receive the news, "Come at once. My family needs you. I need you."

A tall slender witch was tending to herbs out on her patio in the small town of Devon when she heard a low growling hiss come from her beloved cat. She turned to admonish him for scaring the poor birds which had recently began nesting in her small pine tree in the front yard, but as she did, she was met with not startled robins, but a glowing, pulsating patronus in the form of a beaver. She stared at it in utter horror. Not because it was unfamiliar, but because no one in the town knew she was a witch. She had inherited the house she lived in once her parents had died and attempted to make herself as Muggle to her neighbors as possible. Of course, she still practiced her talent, but always in secret, and always with the Muffliato Charm when she was at home. "Come at once. My family needs you." It was a voice she had not heard in a long time, "I need you." It proclaimed and evaporated.

"He sure doesn't mince words," she muttered to herself. "But why is he contacting me? Surely there are other healers…" she trailed off and shrugged. She made her way into the middle of the room, "Leo, you're in charge." The cat gave a pleased mrrrrow, and the witch, disapparated.

BANG! Percy looked up as he held the hand of his laboring wife. Her tired brown eyes met his and he gave her a small kiss on the head. "I think help has arrived."

"Hurry," she panted, "I can't do this without you."

"You can and will," her mother declared and traded places with Percy, "You've always been a strong, brave, determined girl. I bet this one is just as strong and determined as you." She looked at Percy and her eyes told him to go and get the person who had just arrived.

He quickly exited the room and was met by a beautiful blonde-haired witch with dark blue eyes the color of sapphires.

"Percy," she said curtly, "It's been a long time."

"You came," he said relieved and went to embrace her in gratitude. He hugged her as she stood as still as a statue, "Thank you. I was so worried you wouldn't."

"What do you want," she replied bluntly, "I haven't seen you since Hogwarts."

"I'm sorry, but you were the only person I could think of. My wife is having a baby and she's having trouble. Can you…"

"Wait," she interrupted him, "You want me…to help your wife…deliver your child," she asked in utter surprise.

"Yes," he replied with utter confidence, "You were always talented and helped Madam Pomphrey often at Hogwarts,"

"That was years ago," she protested, "I set bones, helped with illnesses, and even assisted with the aftermath of Dementors. Not delivering children!"

"You've never done it," he replied in shock, "I thought…St. Mungos…"

"Of course, I've done it," she snapped, "It's been a while, but I'm not that daft. But I work in the Magical Maladies wing, you know."

"I always was lucky around you," he said, a smile growing on his face and he opened the door and the witch followed him inside. She immediately took note that they were in a large room. Three women were inside. The women in the bed, was groaning and straining with the pains of labor. The other was Mrs. Weasley. She instantly recognized her from the many times she saw her at Kings Cross station. The other, she didn't know. Perhaps the mother of Percy's wife or a family friend.

"Audrey," he quickly strided over the bed and whispered to his wife, his voice, so tender to her, "I brought a friend from Hogwarts. She's a Healer from St. Mungos. She is here to help."

"Thank you," she panted, her American accent was very strong and took the other woman by surprise. She wasn't sure where it was from: New York…Boston… maybe.

"Don't thank me yet," she murmured and took her place at the foot of the bed. She looked the women's swollen thighs and noticed two feet had already appeared.

"She's been in labor for an hour now," the third, unnamed women whispered, "I'm afraid she's going to lose the baby."

"Of course, she won't," Molly retorted crossly, "Audrey is healthy and strong. And now that a healer is here, she'll have the baby in no time."

The witch bit the inside of her lip. Normally, she would have had the child turn but the fact that the feet had already made an appearance suggested that that should not be done. She gripped her wand; Yew with Unicorn Hair. She remembered the words that Ollivander had told her that day in the Wand Shop. This wand represented the users immense power to influence life and death. She refused to see this woman die in her care. Not when the woman was Percy Weasley's wife. It made her more determined to help.

"Right then," she declared and flicked her wand. An apron from the kitchen flew into the room. She caught it nimbly and tied it around her waist and began to roll up her sleeves. "Audrey, is it?" The straining women groaned in conformation, "I want you to imagine you are in the ocean. The contractions are the waves pushing and pulling. Let your body do the work. Percy, keep reassuring your wife. That is the best thing you can do at the moment. Ma'am," she addressed the unknown woman, "I need some clean linen. Could you fetch some for me?" The woman nodded and rushed out the door, and Percy took her place. "Molly, you are going to help me."

"Of course," she agreed and leaned over to assist. "What do you need me to do," she whispered.

"Clean up the blood from Audrey. I'm going to need to reposition the child to help it."

"How are you going to do that," she asked, "We can't use magic in this kind of situation. We can't even see the child!"

"The old fashioned way," she whispered and twitched her hands, like she was unscrewing a Muggle lightbulb to signal her plan. Molly's eyes grew round in horror. She swallowed quickly and nodded. "Is it safe," she whispered, "The feet are out."

"I don't know," she whispered back, honestly, "but it certainly is better than having the child suffocate during birth."

"I'm sorry Audrey, but this is going to hurt," the Healer apologized. She decided the truth would be the best in this situation. She could only imagine how the woman would have responded to what she was planning on doing without her knowledge. "We are going to turn the child. Ready?"

The woman whimpered in pain, but nodded. She took three quick breaths and let out a horrific, blood-curdling scream.

The healer waited, knowing that the time to turn would be as soon as the contraction relented. As Audrey gasped when it was over, she immediately thrusted her hands into the swollen womb. Audrey's screams sounded similar to the Cruciatius Curse that she had heard so many times during the Wizarding War. Clearly, she had not been prepared for this invasion of her body. The woman tried to ignore them as she felt around the child's body, searching for certain familiar parts. She immediately identified the head and to her great relief, the umbilical cord was not around the neck. This was good. The child was still getting oxygen.

"I feel the head," she announced and heard all three people gasp in relief. Audrey screamed again and the woman's eyes rounded with pain but said nothing as the woman's muscled clamped down on her hands like a vice as the next contraction, hit. "As soon as this contraction is done, I'm going to turn it." Moments later, she felt the muscles lessen and she let her hands locate the child's armpits. Without warning, she pushed upwards until she could no longer see the feet and turned the child. By this time, Audrey was screaming and swearing loudly, threatening to unman her husband. Percy was crying too, not only for the sake of his own safety, but to see his wife in such pain. The healer moved her hands around, positioning the child correcting and made sure every part of the body was where it should be before she pulled her hands out and to her relief, the lady immediately hurried into the room with hot water and enough towels to open a small store.

She immediately cleaned her hands off and examined the woman. She looked much better. She felt confident that the child would be born healthy and quickly.

"Percy, a word," she opened the door and the man followed her out of the room. The witch closed the door quietly and heard the other women inside work over Percy's wife.

"She will be fine. She's a fighter, that one," she reassured him, "The baby will be born very soon. I won't stay long after the birth."

"I'm just grateful you came. But how come you can't stay? I'm sure Audrey will want to…"

"Percy," the witch sighed, "Do you honestly believe your wife will want to even meet me or even talkf to me? I know I wouldn't."

"That was years ago," he protested, "and we're both with other people know. I'm married and so are you."

Her head shot up, "I'm not married."

"What," he said, astounded, "I received work in America that you married a Muggle from Dublin."

"I did not," she retorted. "I came very close to someone but he left me and ran off with another woman."

"How classy," he replied dryly, "Who was this charmer?"

"You," she replied, all the hurt and anger at his betrayal suddenly exploded and her throat felt hot with the pain of recalling the memories, "I was in love with you since our fifth year. Then you go gallivanting off to the Ministry and leave me beginning working at St. Mungo's. Never stopped by to say hello, never wrote, never even sent a patronus! Then you go and disown your family and even betrayed Harry Potter!" Her words were coming out fast and her voice was beginning to rise. The hurt and anger bursting forth and she felt the heat of tears began to burn, "Potter! A boy you knew for five years and had already proved to be a very powerful, capable, and truthful wizard. And once, even the Ministry conceded that he was right, you never even apologized. And after all that, you go to another continent. Meanwhile, I was taking care of all those affected by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's followers and when I finally feel that we can patch things up, you got married."

Percy looked like he had been slapped. "We never even discussed marriage. And as for me not contacting you, I was busy at the Ministry just as you were busy at St. Mungo's. And you're right," he conceded, looking a bit abashed, "I was full of my ambition and didn't want to ruin my chances at a higher position at the Ministry. I was tired of living in poverty and the only way to make a name for myself was step out of my parents' shadows and I felt the best way to do that was agree with the higher officials. I'm not proud of how I treated my family and I have apologized and they have forgiven me. Even Harry. And I went to America to learn more about other wizards as a part of my training in the Department of Magical Communications. We fell out of touch and went our separate ways. When was the last time you have heard from Oliver Wood or even Daisy McDoogal?"

Percy walked closer to her and took her hands in his own, "I'll forever be grateful for what you did here today, but I love my wife. It's time to move on. Put the past behind us. Goodbye, Penelope." He turned and walked into the room just as she heard a lustful baby cry.

"It's a girl," she heard Mrs. Weasley announced proudly from the other room.

The witch turned and as she disapparated, tears began to flow down her face.

Audrey lay in her bed, her chestnut colored hair, wet with sweat. She saw her beloved husband re-enter the room as she gave a final scream and felt the child leave her body. She heard Mrs. Weasley announce that it was a girl and then the immediately the sound of someone disapparating. Her heart sank. She wanted to thank the Healer for her assistance and now she never would have the chance. She turned to her daughter which she was saw, was being fussed over by Mrs. Weasley and her own mother if she was born royal.

"Percy," she rasped.

"I'm here," he smiled and immediately went to her side and took her hand. He raised it to his lips and gave it a kiss, "How are you feeling,"

"Exhausted," she replied truthfully, "I'd rather drink Goblin Piss than go through that again."

Percy raised an eyebrow, surprised. His wife, when he met her, was a born Bostonian; every other word was a curse word. Ever since she had met his family, she tried very hard to not incorporate it in her speech as Molly was well known to smack the family over the head with a towel when she heard these. Poor Ron once received seven within a minute in the time of Wizard War.

"Who was the Healer," she asked as she took his hand, "I want to thank her."

Percy squirmed nervously in his seat, "She was an old friend from Hogwarts."

"I'd like to meet her," she said, bluntly, "Can you send for her?"

"No, I don't think so…" he began slowly, "I…" he stopped speaking as his mother brought the squirming child over to him and placed her in his arms.

"Someone wants to meet her father," she said, fondly, "a true Weasley with red hair."

Audrey laughed and then grimaced. It would take time for her to recover from her ordeal.

"She's perfect," he said in awe, his glasses, sliding down his nose, once more, "She looks a lot like you, Mum."

"Oh well, it's the early days," Molly warbled happily, "she may turn out to look more like Audrey as she gets older."

"Still," Audrey said, "She needs a name…"

"You didn't pick a name," Audrey's mother asked incredulously, "You had nine months to pick one!"

"We kicked some around," Percy admitted, "but didn't have a clear winner. We are down to five."

The two women exchanged exasperated glances and walked out of the room, no doubt to inform their families of the good news. Percy overheard his mother mentioning letting everyone know at the Burrow. No doubt, within a few hours, they would all descend to meet their newest member of the family.

"Well," he said passing her to his wife, "What should we call her?"

"I want to name her after the Healer," Audrey admitted, "I don't even know her name, but I feel that we should at least acknowledge her. She did save our daughter's life and maybe even mine."

Percy flushed scarlet. The last thing he wanted do was that. "It's a nice gesture, but…"

"But what…" Audrey asked skeptically, her eyebrows cocked as if challenging him to a dare. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that her mother and Mother Molly excused themselves from the room so that the two of them could talk.

"Ok. Her name is Penelope Clearwater. She was an old flame I had back at Hogwarts. We fell out of touch years ago. She was the only Healer I knew of off the top of my head. I haven't seen her in years." He promised swiftly. "Apparently she still loves me and…"

"I see," she said curtly, "she told you just then, didn't she."

Percy hung his head, in embarrassment, "Yes and I told her off. Told I was happily married to you and that she had to stop living in the past."

Audrey took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, "I hope you weren't too hard on her. It would be hard for anyone not to love you."

He laughed, "Oh you should have seen me in my youth. I was definitely not loved when I was younger."

"Everyone has their moment," she smiled and looked back at the infant, "May I hold my daughter?"

Percy adjusted himself and slipped the infant into her mother's arms. She immediately nuzzled into them and began to try to suckle.

"Get me a clean towel, please," she asked and slipped the top of her gown over her chest. The infant greedily latched and began to feed.

"I agree that we should not name her after your ex," she assented as she took the clean towel from Percy and covered up her chest and the baby, "But I do feel we should at least acknowledge her. Maybe as a middle name? What was hers?"

"Fay," Percy answered, "After Morgan LeFay."

She nodded approvingly and looked down at her. "Fay is good. And it's well known in the Wizarding world so no one need know we incorporated her name into our daughters."

Percy smiled slightly, "Thank you for understanding."

Audrey gave her husband a warm smile, "And now for her first name. I know it's not a name we ever discussed, but what about Molly? After your mother," she looked down at her daughter's downy red hair, "As she said, she is a true Weasley and she made me feel so welcome when I arrived to meet you all for the first time. She's been a true friend and I know that you are very close with her."

Percy nodded, "Molly Fay Weasley," as he watched the outline of his daughter snuggled even deeper into her mother's warmth, "I think it's perfect."