A/N I Own Nothing

Ao3 – Once_Upon_A_Potter

May 2nd, 1999

Molly stared down at the blonde baby cradled in her arms, swaddled in a baby pink blanket as she blinked up at Molly with silvery blue eyes.

Wonder and love filled Molly's heart to the brim, this was her first grandchild (with the obvious exception of Teddy).

And Molly was sure (she hoped) there would be many more to come in the future.

January 29th, 2000

"Muriel. You can't just keep ordering him around." Molly snapped, starting to get fed up with the woman. "He's the groom, he has to be here when the wedding starts! He can't just leave because you forgot something!"

Harry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. The two women had been at it for near twenty minutes now, he could have left and gotten back by now, with plenty of time to spare, and kept the peace.

"Listen." He started, interrupting the two women, "I'll go get her handbag. I'll be gone maybe ten minutes. It will be fine."

Molly huffed, crossing her arms as she watched him walk out of the room, but didn't say any more, knowing he wouldn't be changing his mind.

Well, she supposed she may as well go back to her daughter's changing room now. It wasn't like there was anything for her to do here with Muriel.

In the end, even with Muriel acting out, and Rita Skeeter getting drunk and toppling into the cake…

…well, at least Harry and Ginny will have a story to tell their children in the future.

February 21st, 2000

Though Molly would not wish to admit it, she may have sulked slightly on the way back home from Saint Mungoes. She did not want Muriel living with them, but Arthur had already extended the offer, so there wasn't much she could do.

They could put Muriel in Ginny's old bedroom, she could even sleep in Ginny's old bed (yes, it was just a twin, but they weren't buying a new bed for this). They could take the desk out and replace it with the armchair from Charlie's room. Molly knew she had some books she could use to fill the bookshelf as well.

Molly supposed all that was left was to move her aunt in and try to keep her in line.

April 2nd, 2000

Muriel huffed, turning the page in her magazine, muttering, "You Weasleys breed like Rabbits."

During any of Molly's pregnancies, and had that comment been muttered to her, she would not have been able to laugh it off as she watched her daughter and son-in-law do.

Even now, she couldn't help but ask, "And what do you mean by that?"

Muriel set the magazine down, "Look at you and Arthur, just babies when you had William, and now, here you are, six children in,"

"Seven." Molly corrected quietly, barely heard. Coming up on two years, and it was still hard for her to believe they had lost a child in the war. Even people who hadn't known them personally before, made sure not to make that mistake. Fred may not have been Muriel's favorite, but she definitely knew he existed.

"Fine. Seven children." Muriel corrected. "William and Fleur immediately got to work after the war. Then you have Harry and Ginevra, married not even three months and already expecting."

An awkward silence fell, as the family glanced at each other, everyone waiting to see if someone else had anything to say.

"Now, I know you and Arthur married because of William," Muriel continued. "and I know you and Arthur were young when he was born. But, they're teenagers! Not only that, but there really any way they weren't pregnant before the wedding?"

"Uh. Yes?" Ginny exclaimed, looking at her great aunt incredulously.

"I mean, I think I would have known if I had been pregnant before…" Harry muttered.

"He's due in November!" Ginny continued. "Late November!"

Someone snorted, and everyone's eyes strayed to Charlie, who held up his hands. "Now, I don't know much about pregnancies, but that sounds like it would be a long ass pregnancy."

"That's," Molly started, looking at Muriel, "because it would be."

July 2nd, 2000

One thing that Molly did not appreciate waking up to, was the knowledge that her daughter and son-in-law's apartment had been broken into.

And not just once.

No, several times over the course of them living there.

And the day before had been such a good day, with the wedding and all.

August 27th, 2000

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Molly heard Muriel ask shrilly, as Harry reached up to put a stack of dishes in the cabinet, his belly bumping into the counter. "No respect in this house, I swear!"

"I wouldn't worry about it, Harry." Molly told the young father to be next to her, once Muriel had left the room. "They're just old wives' tales. Some people choose to believe them, some don't."

"You don't." Harry stated, more than asked.

"I don't." Molly confirmed, handing a plate to him to dry, and dunking a bowl into the dish water. "Especially that one. I've had seven children, the one baby I gave birth to with the cord wrapped around his neck… Well, I had done everything they say you're supposed to, and hadn't done anything they say you're not."

"Can I ask…?"

"It was Percy." Molly answered the unasked question. "I guess I had thought, that maybe, following all the 'rules' would make it an easier birth."

October 30th, 2000

Molly couldn't help but watch her son-in-law through out the dinner her children had put together for her birthday. Molly knew well that stress could indeed cause contractions, after all, there was a reason Ginny had been born as early as she had been. And that reason was sitting at this table, and named Muriel.

The fact that he was wound tighter than a clock didn't help, either, she was sure.

Even though Muriel had backed off slightly, with the threat of a nursing home hanging over her head, she definitely liked pushing those boundaries.

October 31st, 2000

Unlike waking up to the news of Ginny and Harry's apartment being broken into, Molly hadn't altogether disliked waking up to the news of her grandson's safe arrival.

Though she would have loved to have been at Saint Mungoes for the birth. But, she was sure Harry and Ginny themselves would have liked being at Saint Mungoes for the birth.

The only reason she didn't leave for Saint Mungoes then and there, at five in the morning, was because Arthur had pointed out that the small family would likely all be resting. James would be bonding with his parents, Harry was likely exhausted, and he and Ginny both would be learning how to care for the new edition.

Arthur had convinced her to wait a few hours.

It was just after nine that morning, when Molly bustled up to the reception desk.

The receptionist glanced up at her, smiled and held up a finger, silently asking her to wait as she wrapped up her phone call.

Molly fiddled anxiously with the handle of the bag she had brought.

The receptionist, having ended the phone call, turned to Molly and Arthur.

"How may I help you?" she asked pleasantly.

"We're looking Harry Potter?"

The click clacking of her nails on a keyboard filled the waiting room, "Looks like they're in room two hundred fifteen, in the parental ward."

X

When they reached the correct floor, the room was on of the few with the door shut, they stopped in front of it, and Arthur knocked softly.

"Just a minute!" Ginny softly called out, followed by a brief rustling. "You can come in."

When they entered the room, Harry was lounging on the bed, cradling a small bundle to his chest, while Ginny was sat in the rocking chair next to the bed.

"Hey Mum, hey dad." Ginny greeted, unsurprised by the visit (first because it was her parents, of course they'd want to meet her child, second because they had agreed on the time for them to come), as her parents sat in the chairs across from them.

"Gin."

"Well," Harry started, glancing between his in-laws and the newborn in his arms, "would you like to meet your grandson?"

"Of course!" Molly squealed, making the young parents chuckle.

"Do you want to do the honors?" Harry asked, looking at Ginny, "Take him over to them?"

Ginny stood, taking the newborn from her husband, "Okay, James," she started softly, as she placed him in Molly's arms, "this is your grandma Molly."

And here Molly had thought her heart was already filled with love and wonder, turns out, there was extra room.

She stared at the curly black hair, and the deep blue eyes, the same shade as her husband's.

She had had seven children, this was her second grandchild, and still, she wasn't sure how it was possible to love someone so small, so much.

xXx

"I know what I want to do with the Anglia now." Arthur commented to Molly, as they left the hospital.

"Oh?"

"What better to do, than to finish fixing it for the person that was born in it?"

With all the magic imbued in it, Arthur was sure it could have several years left in it, possibly decades. He would fix it up, babying it for the coming years, and give it to James once he starts driving. By the time he was done, it would almost feel brand new.

November 1st, 2000

"They're here!" Audrey exclaimed, jumping up from her seat, having seen Harry and Ginny pull up.

"Anyone have any last bets on gender?" George asked, before looking to his parents, "Other than you two, you already know."

Molly grinned, remembering her brothers making similar bets about her children.

She stood, going to open the door for her daughter and son-in-law.

"What have we got?" Ron asked immediately upon seeing them, "Com'n, niece or nephew?"

"Let them at least get in the house first!" Molly scolded, but the young couple just laughed.

"Mum, it's fine." Ginny assured, sitting on the loveseat next to Harry, setting the carseat on the floor in front of them. "Who should we go to first, huh, James?" she asked, pulling the babe out of the carseat.

"James?" Charlie asked, "I don't- I don't suppose there's anyway you named a girl James?"

Ginny shook her head with a smirk.

"Could I hold him?" Fleur asked, eager to meet her nephew.

"Of course!" Ginny stood, passing her son to her sister-in-law. Ginny had been one of the first to hold Victoire, it only felt right that Fleur would be one of the first to hold James.

"How are you feeling, Harry?" Hermione asked her might as well be brother, leaning back into the loveseat with his eyes briefly closed.

"I'm fine, Hermione," He answered, glancing at her, "just tired." And dosed up on pain relief potions, otherwise, he wasn't sure he would've been able to sit here with the family as easily. Turns out, you tended to take a while to recover from pushing a human the size of a small watermelon out of a golf ball size hole that you didn't even know your body had.

Still, he couldn't help but smile tiredly as he watched his family bond with his son.