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Before work, James Flooed over to his parents' house. Harry had already left for the office, but Ginny and the kids were still there.

"Hey, Mum." he said after kissing her cheek. Ginny was surprised. James hadn't done that since he was a little boy.

"Hi James. What brings you here?" she asked.

James sighed as he pulled out a mug and began to make coffee. Ginny hadn't realized James drank coffee. Had she really lost touch with her eldest son in the past year, or was he just maturing quickly?

"I'm worried about Rose." he replied.

"We all are." agreed Ginny. "What's wrong?"

"She's grieving. She's eating properly again, which is great, but she sleeps all the time."

"Right, well that's normal." said Ginny. "I think she'll be okay."

"I know, I just... the baby's coming, and ...I want her to be happy. It's going to be a very exciting and sad time, but I want to make sure she can be excited too. It's going to be her job to take care of Noah, after all. I don't want it to be hard for her, but I don't know if she can juggle her emotions." said James.

"Mmmm. Has she said anything to you, about what the problem might be exactly?"

"Not really," replied James "but I think she just needs someone to tell her how to get through it, and that it's going to be okay. I mean, I tell her that, but she needs someone with their own experiences, who can relate."

"Well, that might be difficult. I think your best option is just to be peaceful. Try to excite her about Noah." suggested Ginny.

"I'm planning a big surprise for her, and I'm really hoping that she might feel a little better." said James wishfully.

"And how about you?" inquired Ginny. "Maybe Rose needs someone to grieve with her."

"I don't think so. But I'm doing okay. I think about her sometimes – Eadlyn, I mean – and it can be quite sad. I've cried, even." James admitted. "But I didn't really know her. And it's not like we really wanted this baby and planned and hoped. She just sort of was coming to us, and then before we could meet her or it could really sink in, she left."

"That's true, although I think you're understating it a little." replied Ginny "It's different for Rose. She carried this baby. They formed a really strong bond, back when she had no one. You never felt that, because you had her."

"Yeah." agreed James. "Thanks, Mum. I really have to get to work."

After James left, Ginny pondered the problem. Rose needed someone who could connect with her. A brainwave hit her, and she quickly began searching for a quill and parchment.

Dearest Rose,

I am writing to you because your Aunt wrote to me because James went to her with concerns about you. Also, I am very concerned about you as well after your visit yesterday. James said you needed someone in the same situation as you. Well unfortunately, that's not me. Every pregnancy and every baby are unique. Bill was very easy on both counts. Charlie however, was a little slob. He always had food in his hair and drool on his chin. Your father wasn't bad as a baby, but pregnancy was a nightmare. Nausea, cravings, back pain, I had it all. I was relieved that Ginny wasn't the same, although she did like to kick. Percy was a different sort of nightmare. Carrying him was very smooth. He was a very quiet baby, but he would never sleep, and when he got tired he would just throw a fit! Then there were my twins. After three babies, I thought I was basically an expert, but I wasn't prepared for twins. I'm sure you can relate to all the difficulties that two babies can cause. I know too, that you wouldn't trade them for anything. I never had a miscarriage. I never experienced the loss of a baby, and my heart goes out to you Rose. But I have lost a child, and I'm hoping that in me you can find a companion, someone who understands, marginally, what you're going through.

I was a mess. There were so many dead, but I could think only of my baby. No one was upset with me for this. But the problem was that my baby had another half, his twin, who was grieving just as much as I was. So I had to be strong. Even though Fred was gone, there was George, and he needed me, just as Noah will need you once he is born. The best advice I can give you, Rose, is to lean on your partner. Your grandpa, who was grieving just as much as I was, was my stronghold. He reminded me that I couldn't live life missing Fred. I went on as normal as possible, and when little things reminded me of Fred, or there was just a quiet moment, that was when I cried. That was okay. Sadness is good. It simply isn't okay to be sad all of the time. So lean on James, but know that he needs to lean on you too, otherwise you'll both fall over. When it's too much to lean on each other, that's when you can lean on your family. We let you down, it's true, but I promise, we're all here now. I love you dear, and you're always welcome to come to me for anything.

Love, Grandma

Rose read her Grandma's letter and wiped the tears from her eyes. She was still sniffling when James came in the door. "What's wrong?" he asked worriedly. Rose showed him the letter. James sat down beside her and put his arm around her as he read. He squeezed her shoulder. "Are you okay, Rose?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I didn't think anyone would understand. But I guess Grandma does, a little."

"So you'll be okay?" repeated James.

"I'm glad to have someone to talk to... besides you of course," replied Rose "but you know this doesn't fix everything. I'm trying to feel better, but it's not easy."

"But you have your family now." pointed out James.

Rose shook her head. "I don't know... everything is different, with them, you know? Before I thought we..." she trailed off.

At once, James suddenly understood. "We were the tightest, closest, most accepting family you had ever heard of."

Rose nodded, and buried her head in his shoulder. "Mum and Dad, Grandma and Grandma, the cousins... everybody promised that we would stick together. We might be horrible to each other sometimes, but if anyone from outside tried to hurt the family, we reacted as one. And we were accepting. Mum passed all that legislation for the rights of magical creatures, Dom ran around like a little tomboy, Victoire and Teddy got married, your Dad was so involved with work sometimes, and you and Fred pulled all those pranks..." she broke off again.

"You don't trust us." said James.

Rose pulled her head up and looked at him. "That's not true! I trust you James, I absolutely trust you. I promise." she assured him seriously.

"I left too." whispered James.

"You left because I said something stupid which helped get us kicked out of our own homes. Maybe it wasn't very smart of you, but it was my fault, mostly." countered Rose. "Besides, you've definitely won back my trust. I love you, James."

"I love you too, Rosie."

"With everyone else though," continued Rose "it's different now. Even Mum treats me differently."

James nodded understandingly. "I know. But you have to understand Rose; this is a big thing for them to accept. Which doesn't mean they shouldn't accept it. But of course your relationship is different. You're going to be a mother now. Normally, relationships change gradually. This, us being pregnant, that's a big change, and it's changed you incredibly, so of course your relationships have changed drastically too."

"Thanks, James." said Rose. "That helps, a little."

"Good. Now, are you ready to go out? I have a surprise for you." announced James.

"That depends. Are we going somewhere special?"

"Special?" repeated James. "Yes. Fancy? No."

She huffed at his lack of help. "Do I look all right, at least?" asked Rose, who was wearing a pale green t-shirt and scruffy shorts that had been altered to cover her protruding belly.

"You're gorgeous." replied James.

Rose smiled indulgently at him, but went into the bedroom anyway and changed into a skirt.

"Okay. Let's go."