The next morning, Molly was awakened by Victoire's piercing cries, something she was use to. With having seven kids of her own being awakened every morning by a scream was normal.

Getting out of bed and walking to the transfigured crib, Molly picked up baby Victoire and softly bounced her.

"Is it time for breakfast, darling?" she asked as Victoire wrapped her arms around her grandmother's neck, giving her the best hug a five-month-old could give.

Molly smiled as she hugged her granddaughter back and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Let's go get your bottle," she said as she carried Victoire to the kitchen. Once there, she walked to the refrigerator and grabbed the bottle Fleur had packed.

She then pulled out her wand, tapped a pot, and let it fly over to the stove. Also tapping Victoire's bottle, it made its way to the pot to warm up.

"Molly, is everything all right?" Arthur asked as he came dashing down the stairs and noticed Victoire sucking on her bottle happily.

"Yes, dear," Molly said. "Everything is fine. Victoire was just hungry."

"Thank Merlin," Arthur replied as his face flooded with relief.

"Has it really been that long since we had a few of our own, dear?" Molly asked as she softly pecked her husband's lips.

"It must be if our oldest son has a kid of his own," Arthur teased as he kissed Molly back.

"I know, I was just teasing." Molly laughed as she looked down at her granddaughter longingly. "I miss having kids to take care of," she uttered unintentionally. Looking up at her husband, she hoped he didn't hear what she had just said.

"Do you want another one, dear?" Arthur asked as he wrapped his hands around Molly's waist and positioned her close enough to him where their bodies were touching (it was almost as if he meant the gesture to be sexual).

Molly looked at Arthur and blinked for a moment as she smiled. "I recall getting pregnant with Fred and George the last time you asked that," she teased as she kissed her husband on the nose.

Arthur smirked. "Do you really want to have another one?" he asked.

Victoire cooed, demanding Molly's attention. Bouncing her, she looked back at her husband. "I would love to have another child, but I'm too old."

"You are never too old, darling," Arthur replied as he, like Molly had done, kissed his wife on the nose.

"And you," Molly said as she poked her husband's chest. "Are too sweet."

"No… I just love you is all," Arthur teased as he kissed Molly's cheek. "Now, what is it that you would like for breakfast? I've decided that because you're taking care of Victoire I will make breakfast."

"Anything will do, my dear," Molly replied as she walked to the table and sat down. Arthur then walked towards the nearest pantry and thought over all his options.

"Do you want bacon and eggs?" he asked curiously. Almost immediately after he said this, baby Victoire started to shake her head violently.

"Is that what you want, Toire?" Molly laughed. "It looks like bacon and eggs is what we're having," she added as she looked back at Arthur.

Arthur nodded and went further into to the kitchen. "Wait a minute," he said as he glanced at his wife. "I don't remember us ever allowing the children to eat food at five months."

Molly glared at Arthur. "Grandchildren are treated differently from our own children," she chided as she kissed Victoire.

Arthur smiled. "I suppose that's true, darling," he replied as he went to cook the breakfast. Just as he tapped the pot, Victoire decided to let wind blow.

"Merlin's beard," Molly said as Victoire clapped her hands and giggled. "Perhaps no table food for you."

Suddenly a snowy white owl with amber color eyes landed on the window seal and pecked at the window. Arthur recognized the owl as Pearl, belonging to Harry and Ginny.

Mum,

I was wondering if you would like to spend some time together? I know you are baby-sitting Victoire, but I figured we could use some girl time just the three of us? Please send word back with Pearl.

Ginny

"Molly, dear, it seems as if Ginny wants you for the day," Arthur called teasingly.

"Why do you say that?" Molly called back as she stood up, sat Victoire on her hip and walked into the kitchen.

"She sent an owl saying she wants some girl time with you and Toire," Arthur mocked.

"Just give me the bloody letter," Molly said as she playfully hit Arthur on the arm and grabbed the letter. "I'm going to hand you to your Guppy, okay, love?" she cooed after she read the letter. Handing Victoire over to Arthur, she took a hold of a quill and a fresh piece of parchment and wrote her response.

Ginny,

We would both love to. We'll come by your place at twelve-thirty.

Mum

Molly attached the letter to Pearl's leg, getting a hoot and a flap of her wings in response. Knocking over Arthur's stack of pancakes, she flew out of the already opened window and took off to her own home.

Pearl flew a mile past the Burrow and landed in front of the cottage that belonged to Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley. Landing on the window seal, she pecked softly at the widow.

"Pearl must be back with Mum's letter," Ginny said as she dashed to window to let Pearl in. Zooming into the house, she landed on top of the table, scattering Harry's stack of work papers all over the house, hooting up a storm after landing.

"Pearl, will you please calm down?" Ginny asked as she grabbed an owl treat and gave it to Pearl.

"What seems to be the matter, sweetheart?" Harry asked as he entered the room chuckling.

Ginny glared at Harry. "Don't you laugh at me, Harry James Potter!" she scolded. "Your owl started to make a scene."

"Can't control-" Before he could even finish the sentence Harry stepped onto the scattered pieces of parchment and did the splits on the floor, landing in an uncomfortable position.

Ginny covered her mouth as she tried not laugh, but her laughter broke out anyway when Harry noticed the mess. "What the bloody hell happened to my work papers?" he demanded as he groaned.

"Pearl did it," Ginny said as she detached the letter from Pearl's leg. Ginny decided, due to the fact that Pearl was over excited, that she wouldn't respond to her mum. There really wasn't any point, as Molly and Victoire would be coming over in little less than an hour.

Handing Victoire back to Molly, Arthur cleaned up the first batch of pancakes and made a second, letting his stomach rumble even more than it already was.

"Are you ready to eat, Mollywobbles?" he asked once he was done. Putting a few pancakes on a plate, he walked them over to where his wife was sitting and kissed her on the cheek.

"Thank you, love," Molly replied with a smile as she set Victoire down on her lap and started to cut up a pancake with her wand.

Letting out a whimper, Victoire reached her hand out towards the plate sitting in front of her and attempted to grab a piece of pancake.

"You want some, darling?" Molly asked as she looked at Victoire's outstretched hand. Tearing apart a piece of pancake, she handed it to Victoire, who stuffed it into her mouth immediately.

"You really are a Weasley," Molly laughed as she also started to eat.

After a few minutes of silence, Molly stood up, set Victoire on her hip, and emptied her dirty dish into the sink. "It's time to get you dressed, my dear," she said to Victoire as she walked up the stairs.

Molly sat Victoire on the bed as she went to grab an outfit for Victoire. "Perfect!" Molly said as she looked out at the outfit. Victoire then decided to crawl off the bed and back downstairs.

"Victoire?" Molly called. "Where did you go?" she asked as she looked around. Walking down the stairs, Molly looked everywhere for her five-month-old granddaughter, but she couldn't seem to find her.

"Arthur, dear, do you have any idea where Toire is?" she asked as she made her way to the bottom floor of the Burrow.

"She's right here, darling," Arthur replied as Molly turned the corner in the living room. Victoire was sitting in her favorite chair playing with a baby doll.

"You're a sneaky one, aren't you, sweetie?" Molly cooed as she walked up to where Victoire was sitting.

Victoire giggled and clapped her hands when Molly picked her up. "Let's go," she said as she carried her granddaughter back upstairs and quickly changed Victoire into her pink jumper that she had made for her.

Victoire smiled and hugged her grandmother.

"I love you, Victoire," Molly said, getting a few baby words in response.

Nestling Victoire close to her, Molly walked back downstairs and looked at the clock, realizing that it was about time to leave for Ginny's house.

"Arthur, dear, I'm going to Gin's house, now," she said as she walked into the living room, noticing her husband was about to fall asleep. Walking to the recliner chair he was sitting in, Molly softly kissed Arthur and laughed when he jumped up in surprise.

"O-oh, okay, dear," Arthur replied as he puckered his lips, waiting for another 'goodbye' kiss.

"See you later, dear," Molly said as she, again, kissed her husband.

Walking into the fire pit she said, "The Potters." And threw down floo powder, immediately disappearing behind emerald flames.

Emerald flames appeared in Harry and Ginny's chimney and stepping out of them where Molly and Victoire.

Pearl hooted when the flames disappeared behind Molly as she stepped out of the fireplace.

"Ginny? Harry?" Molly called.

"Right here, mum," Ginny said as she entered the living room, walked over to her mother and gave her a hug. Victoire demanded her attention once they pulled apart.

"Hey Toire," Ginny said as she picked Victoire up and hugged her.

"Where is Harry, dear?" Molly asked.

"He had to go to work," Ginny said as she looked around. "Come into the kitchen. I have made a pot of tea and baked a fresh loaf of bread.

"Sounds wonderful, dear," Molly replied as she followed Ginny into the kitchen. Bustling around the kitchen (looking exactly like her mother), Ginny started to get everything ready. "Gin, let me see the baby," Molly said as she walked towards her daughter and took Victoire into her arms.

"Thank you, mum," Ginny replied, "I don't know how you managed to have seven kids."

Molly smiled as Ginny handed Victoire to her. "I don't know either," she admitted.

Ginny pulled up a chair for Molly and she sat down. "Ginny, have you heard from Audrey about the portrait?"

"I haven't, no." Ginny replied as she turned her back to her mum so she could hide the smirk that appeared on her face.

"I haven't either," Molly replied, worry evident in her voice. "Do you think something's gone wrong?"

"Mum, what could possibly go wrong?" Ginny asked as she tried to stifle a laugh.

"I dunno," Molly replied as she pushed her last thought out of her head. "You know me, I'm always worrying."

"Seven kids will do that to you, right?" Ginny teased.

Molly glared at Ginny. "Yes," she teased.

Ginny laughed.

"Honey, I'm home," Harry said as he Apparated behind Ginny and kissed her.

"Harry!" Molly said happily as she got out of her seat and rushed over to Harry, pulling him into a hug (though she was careful not to squish baby Victoire).

"Hello, Molly – er I mean Mum," Harry replied as he hugged Molly back, also careful not to squish the baby in Molly's arms. "Hello there, Toire," he added as he bent down and kissed Victoire's head, making both women coo.

"What? She's my niece," he said, a bright red gracing his face.

"That was just really cute, dear," Molly laughed as she kissed Harry on the cheek and sat back down on the chair.

Picking Victoire up from Molly's lap, Harry brought her into the living room, hoping to get some uncle and niece bonding.

"Why don't you go join them? I'm sure Harry would love to spend time with his 'mum,'" Ginny teased as she looked over at Molly.

"I don't want them to interrupt their bonding," Molly replied, returning Ginny's teasing tone.

"You honestly think he'll mind, Mum?" Ginny asked. "Plus, I'm sure he would enjoy spending time with both of you."

"Okay, okay. If you say so," Molly replied as she got up and walked into the living room, leaving Ginny to finish whatever she had left in the kitchen.