Flashes from life
Relative
Ron Weasley
A baby. Tiny, pink, bald thing with big blue eyes. Not beautiful, not at all like her mother. Honestly, Ron doesn't understand why his mother keeps fussing over the little bundle, or why Fleur and Bill look so pathetically proud.
Little Victoire Isabelle Weasley is two weeks and few days old, and Ron sees her the second time. Any hidden 'Uncle-instinct' hasn't shown its traits, neither the desire to have a baby of his own. To tell the truth, Ron is bored how everyone keeps admiring this new relative (it's a baby, it's not like it has done anything remarkable) and even a little angry (it just had to born the second of May, didn't it?).
"Do you want to 'old 'er?" Fleur asks, and before Ron has time to open his mouth, Fleur has already placed her little daughter to Ron's lap.
He has been in many dangerous situations with Harry and Hermione, but somehow this baby is more frightening than all the giant spiders, Death Eaters and battles together. Victoire is awake, her eyes scanning Ron little uncertainly. She is a lot heavier than Ron thought. He is afraid he will drop her, and keeps praying that someone would take her away from him.
Ron touches her little palm, and for his great surprise Victoire closes her tiny fingers around his own finger and squeezes it unexpectedly tight. At that moment, something changes and when the proud father takes his baby back far too soon, Ron finds it hard to let go.
Dedicated to my darling niece who has been my inspiration ever since I first time held her.