Disclaimer: All characters, places, and spells belong to J. K. Rowling and Warner Bros. The title to the song "So Quiet" belongs to the band members of Heartless Bastards and Fat Possum Records. Copyright infringement is not intended.

A/N: I know it's been a long time, but I've had a bad case of writer's block. I haven't even been able to write any of my new ideas in the form of chapters for future stories. I know that this has been long awaited and I hope that it's well worth it. I thought it might be a good idea to get an 'outsiders' point of view. So, I chose to write this chapter from Molly Weasley's point of view. The song in this chapter is 'So Quiet' by Heartless Bastards. It's a really great song that I highly recommend everyone to check out. lol. R&R and enjoy!

So Quiet

I quietly closed the door after looking in on my Georgie. It was something that I hadn't been able to do for a long time, but I knew that there was something different about the goings on in my family's home. I wouldn't say that that I was angry at the sight of Hermione lying in bed, curled up next to my son, it was more like I wished that I could be there to take care and help heal him. I knew that that was what Hermione was doing for him. I could only smile at the sight and let them go on about their business.

I thought it would have been painful to see him again, to be reminded of the child I had lost, the one that he looked like. I was afraid of the reminder. It would never be George's fault though. He couldn't help that he was born a twin and I would have never held that against him. Since the removal of his ear, I had come to the realization that not many others would have: Fred and George were two different people.

There were many nights that I wouldn't be able to sleep and I could hear movements in the kitchen and sometimes, I could hear the movements go from the kitchen to the sitting room. Fearful, seeing as the war was still fresh and not yet that far behind us, I had grabbed my wand and snuck out of my room, hoping to catch whoever was making the noises. I had stopped only so far down the stairs and saw that it was Hermione and George sitting at the table, sharing a meal. It wasn't long before they had gotten up and quietly washed their dishes and moved to the sitting room, like they did every night. I could hear Hermione's voice lightly flowing through the air, almost in a whisper, as if it was for his ears only to hear. The tone in her voice, the way she spoke to him, made me wonder if they had been closer than what I was seeing but then from the conversations between them at the dinner table, it was more a comfortable, companion sort of tone that they had used with each other; they were just friends.

I sat on the stairs for a while almost every night after my first discovery of them and listened to their conversations, listened to her reading. I never intended to eavesdrop on them; I never actually paid attention to what they were saying. It just felt good to hear my baby's voice again after so long. Soon enough though, I became curious as to what Hermione was reading to him, and when I started paying attention to the words that Hermione spoke out loud from the book I knew she would have propped open upon her lap, I began to realize that she was reading pregnancy books to George. I was shocked at first, I had so many questions. I knew that Hermione was putting on a little bit of weight, but I didn't think that that would be the reason behind it. I thought that she might have been depressed. Then the question of who the father was came to my mind. I took into account that it couldn't be George, considering the fact that they only converse like friends would. Then Ron came to mind, but I quickly stamped that thought out of my mind. Ron would have been here for her, besides, he practically moved in with that Lavender Brown girl. I took into consideration that there had to be a reason for the sudden closeness between Hermione and my second youngest son and the only thing that came to my mind was Fred. Tears sprung up in my eyes at the thought of Hermione carrying my lost sons' child. I had chosen not to say anything to her, trusting that she would come to me when she was ready to tell me.

I continued to creep down the stairs and sit just to listen to them every night. I never told anyone, not that any of us communicated that much anyway. I just wanted to have this little bit of George to myself, and the thought of perhaps a grandchild from my late son. It soothed me to listen to them talk, it helped me when I couldn't sleep. I loved having this little bit for myself…and I guess it was safe to say that I would miss it dearly when it would end, when George would decide to come back to us.

One night, I was sitting in the same spot like every night; Hermione and George were having dinner again, when my husband had found me. I had turned to him and pressed a finger to my lips, telling him to keep quiet. Arthur had quietly taken a seat next to me and cast that nifty little muffliato that Harry had taught him. "Molly, what are you doing up? Why are you sitting here?"

I took my husband's hand in mine. "I couldn't sleep. I came here to listen." I smiled at him, a real smile for once.

"To listen to what? Come on; let's get back to bed, love." I gripped his hand a little tighter and shook my head.

"Look." I pointed into the kitchen, where Hermione and George were sitting, chatting away quietly.

Arthur sat quietly and looked on at the duo. I saw the look of sadness in his eyes, and yet, it wasn't the kind of sadness that I knew he held for Fred. "George." He whispered. I squeezed his hand, letting him know that it was okay, that everything was okay and that everything was going to be okay.

We sat in silence for a while, just watching and taking in the sound of our son's voice. "What are they talking about?" Arthur asked me.

I smiled again. "I'm not sure. I don't really pay attention, but I find myself captivated by the scene." I laid my head on my husband's shoulder as we watched in silence for a few more minutes. Then when Hermione started moving, reaching into the seat next to her, we paid attention, curious as to what she was doing.

"I got something for you." Hermione said in a soft tone. We watched as she slid a book across the table to George. "You said that you would like a book on the subject of which we're learning. I wasn't sure what to get for you in particular. This was the closest thing that I could find to get for you, considering you've mentioned many times that you would help me in this department and that you wanted to know more from the male perspective. I thought this would be the most informative."

There was silence for a moment before George spoke. "The Expectant Father: Facts, Tips and Advice for Dads-to-Be" I could see the smile on my son's face. "Thank you Hermione. You have no idea how much I want to be a part of this." His voice was heavy with sincerity.

Hermione smiled and reached a hand over to rest upon his. "Fred would be so happy to know that you want to be a part of the little ones life. He wouldn't have it any other way and I think he would be so proud of you." She paused. "I know that he would have done the same for you."

Arthur didn't say anything until they moved to the sitting room. "A baby?" He looked over at me, shock evident upon his face.

"Fred's baby." I couldn't keep the smile from my face. Hermione had confirmed it for me and I couldn't be happier. It was a bittersweet feeling for me and I wished so badly, so desperately, that Fred could be here to see this, to be a part of this.

I watched as a smile, a genuine smile, spread across my husband's face. "This wonderful. It's good for us, for all of us. It's especially good for our Georgie." His eyes filled with tears and his smile faltered a bit. "I only wish…I only wish that Fred could be here to experience it." I nodded my head in agreement, understanding his wishes and desires for such a thing to happen.

Before long it was time to get going back to our room. The sky was getting lighter and I didn't want them to find us in our little hiding spot when they would decide to make a move to go up to bed. I let Arthur know that we needed to head back to bed and we both got up. I was about to follow up the stairs when my eyes landed on the family clock. It didn't take very much for me to find Fred. The clock said that he was home. I believed it. I knew that he was home. "I can feel you here. I'm so proud of you and I love you. Watch over them Fred."