Here After

by Kiamii

Chapter Six "Molly Weasley"

Warning: Mollycoddling! Hehe get it? Also, I do a bit of another time skip. Only a couple of days, no worries.

Curiosity. The reason why most of us haven't committed suicide long ago. - Anonymous

Three Days Later...

"Harry! How good to see you darling!" Molly's voice echoed as she practically ambushed her son-in-law in a large hug. Harry weakly said hello before he was released. Thankfully he had put his adopted son on the floor before having been embraced, predicting his mother-in-law down to a tee. Alex looked up at his father in confusion before crawling to hide behind his adopted mother. Unfortunately with his crawling, Molly instantly took notice of him and she scooped him up, peering at him with her kind eyes. Alex squirmed before settling down, allowing this very much older Mrs. Weasley to hug him though he was surprised at how gentle she was.

"So whose this little one," she cooed as she cuddled him.

"Harry found him while working a case in Surrey. So we've adopted him." Ginny answered for her husband. Molly continued cooing before she handed the baby to Harry in order to say hello to her youngest granddaughter. Alex clenched a handful of Harry's robes in his small hand, refusing to let go now. Harry chuckled and carried Alex to the living room as Molly informed them that Charlie was here visiting along with George and his wife.

"Blimey Harry, you're just determined to have the most kids aren't you?" joked George as he saw his brother-in-law enter holding a small baby in his arms. The baby was chewing on a blue dummy now, wearing a pair of denim dungarees and a white tee underneath. Harry grinned at George and sat down next to him, Charlie entering moments later. After explaining the situation, both men took a liking to the new youngest Potter. Alex was a little quiet through the whole thing but over the past three days had warmed up to a lot of the family, babbling every now and then. Harry and Ginny were happy to be called mama and daddy again by a little one, seeing as how Lily only called Harry daddy every now and then. She was such a daddy's girl.

"Okay Lex, this is your Uncle George and Uncle Charlie," Harry said with an encouraging look. Both men looked hopeful and wondered if the baby could say their names. After Harry took out the dummy for the baby, Alex looked confused for a minute before he opened his mouth and promptly closed them, looking puzzled. Finally the baby looked at the two men and cocked his head to the side.

"I don't think he can say the r's in our names," Charlie laughed.

"Did he ever call you Harry before the adoption?" George asked curiously as Harry bounced the baby on his lap, reinserting the dummy for the baby to chew on considering the child was in the stages of teething still as he had found out a few days back.

"Nope. First time he ever called me anything was when he called me daddy," Harry answered as he lightly tickled the baby. Alex giggled and wiggled in his lap, trying to escape. Harry finally stopped and pinned a kiss on the child's cheek. Alex grinned, showing his three small baby teeth to the three men. George smiled at the baby.

"He's a little like Roxanne was at that age," commented George to Alex's curiousity.

"Fred was a little biter wasn't he," Harry laughed, "Albus and Lily were sort of like that too. Alex reminds me a bit of James if I had to compare him to my children." Ah... So Fred and Roxanne were George's children. Where was his twin anyways? As the group continued talking, Alex learned that Bill had three children; Dominique, Victoire who was dating Teddy, and Louis. Ron and Hermione only had Hugo and Rose. Percy was married as well and had two daughters, Molly and Lucy. Just as Harry popped in Alex's dummy to keep him happy Angelina greeted the three men and kissed George on the cheek, to Alex's astonishment. Last he remembered, Angelina was dating Fred. Talk about twin disasters! He was very much lucky his dummy was in his mouth.

"So who is this little one?" Angelina inquired as she took in the staring baby's appearance. He resembled Harry greatly, possibly even greater than Albus did.

"My adopted son, Alex." Harry said with a grin. Angelina quirked an eyebrow at this before playfully slapping Charlie on the shoulder.

"Better get a move on Charlie. You're getting old and senile and you're still childless and single!" Angelina joked. Charlie scowled and sulked. Eventually Lily came bounding into the room and sat on the floor while her father set Alex on his feet. Alex grasped Harry's jeans slightly before looking at Lily who was holding his stuffed rabbit who he had jokingly called Babs after Ginny had read him Babbity Rabbity one evening and he had thought Babbity was a mouthful. He frowned, his dummy still in his mouth, and let go of his now father's trousers in order to reach for the bunny but found it out of his reach. Puffing his cheeks subconsciously in annoyance, the baby took a step forward clumsily and another until he was toddling awkwardly to his now sister. The adults quieted down as they spotted Alex walking and Harry's face broke out into a wide grin as he noticed the baby walking farther than he had to Teddy. Lily held the bunny out to Alex who reached for it, falling into her arms at the same time. Lily pulled him to her, putting him on her lap as he hugged his stuffy to him.

"Seems he found a stuffy to latch onto," Angelina commented, "You said he was 14 months old right? Did something happen to him when you found him?"

"As a matter of fact yes. When I was taking him into the hospital for an examination, they found a few bruises on his body and he had been found in an explosion caused by his own magic."

"Traumatic experiences will set babies back quite a few months in that regard and they tend to latch onto comfort items like their dummy or a stuffy." Angelina explained. Seeing as none of his three children had experienced any trauma, it was only natural for Harry to be a bit clueless about that tidbit. He looked at the baby with a sad smile, watching him giggle when Lily cooed next to his ear.

"Does he still drink a bottle?" George asked curiously.

"Only at night and dinnertime now. He uses his sippy cup during mornings and lunch," Harry explained, "He's been having a bit of a nightmare problem at night so I try to baby him up the most at night. It seems to be working so far." Harry had lately taken to singing a lullaby to the baby as well as rocking him to sleep, relieved when he found it worked better. Nevertheless he grinned at the familiar proud feeling he had whenever one of his kids did something good.

"Lunch!" Molly's voice called. Harry scooped Alex up from Lily's lap and carried him inside as the group entered the kitchen. Molly had brought out a high chair from the attic they kept all baby things considering the amount of kids everyone had at unknown times. He thanked her and set Alex in the high chair, buckling the strap over him before sitting next to the baby. Alex looked confused at what was happening before allowing the sippy cup and small plate of a cut up sandwich to be placed in front of him. Luckily they were finger foods and Alex picked them up piece by piece, shoving them in his mouth as Molly put a bib around him. Ginny and Harry shared a grin as Alex munched on his dinner, oblivious to his new parents' grins.

"So he's only 14 months you say," Molly said pleasantly. She absolutely doted on babies and her grandchildren were all pretty much spoiled by her. Alex finished half of his food and took interest in the sippy cup, grasping it and drinking down the juice in it. He idly heard bits and pieces of the conversation, something about Bill and Fleur coming today, and he let out a burp on his own when he finished, giggling in embarassment. He reached his arms out for his father who didn't notice, making the baby frown before looking sulky. The older side of him knew he was being silly but obviously the baby side overuled everything.

"Daddy!" Alex insisted, drawing his father's attention who laughed and lifted Alex up. Alex happily let Harry rest him against his chest, rubbing his back in a calming manner. Finally Alex felt sleepy and hardly found himself caring when Harry handed him to Molly as they entered the living room once more.

"He's a very tiny baby," noted Molly. Alex wiggled to get comfortable and accepted his dummy and Babs as he felt a very gentle hand brush against his forehead. He heard voices but was rather too tired to distinguish them. He fell asleep very easily after that.

Molly Weasley looked at her now youngest grandson with a smile on her lips as she took in his appearance. She felt as if this little one was in deep need of a lot of mothering, though Ginny seemed to be doing fine with that and Harry was the perfect father for any baby. She remembered seeing him with Teddy and then with James. His firstborn had been very different in raising, according to Harry, considering this was his baby boy who he was raising 24-7 where as Teddy was his godson and his grandmother was the primary caretaker of Teddy Lupin. The now young man was very kind and so much like Remus, with a bit of mischief from both sides of his parents. James was a seemingly cocky prankster but Molly had seen the little boy who was a bit insecure considering he was the eldest Potter and it was Lily who looked like Ginny and Albus like their father. James was very much like his grandfather though and his namesake made James feel he couldn't be who he wanted. He had told her this the year before he was due to go to Hogwarts. That sweet ten year old had already grown and she knew he would make his father and father's father proud.

Albus was a curious child with Harry's stubborn streak to a tee. He was not as outgoing as his brother and preferred to plan revenge in secret. His pranks were more cunningly planned and excuted to make sure someone else had done them it seemed. He was definitely a Slytherin and Molly was glad the prejudice was gone for the most part. He was a charmer like his brother though and both boys would be swamped with girls when they were older. Albus did not look exactly like his father, but he had a lot of Ginny in him as well. Though he did have Harry's black hair and green eyes.

Lily was the sweetest one of the Potter bundle and was very fiery like her father's mother. She was very kind and, like her father, tried to bring home various animals she had found on the way home from school according to Ginny. She seemed to adore helping people and would often help Molly cook when permitted.

Now as she looked at the little boy, now the youngest Potter, she couldn't help but determine that he'd be the most unique of the lot. From what Harry had confided to her, he was eerily quiet the week after they found him, a bit setback from others his age, and quite powerful. He had caught a bout of the Dragon Flu she heard and that was known to show how powerful a child was half the time, considering their accidental magic was drawn out from the sickness. To know he had made even Teddy panick, the boy who babysat almost every Weasley at least once, was astounding to say the least.

"Christmas will be coming up soon. How about we all get together for Christmas day? The whole Hogwarts bunch shall be home won't they?" Harry suggested.

"Yes they shall. I think it is a marvelous idea!" Molly gushed happily. If it was anything she loved the most, was a full house of her family. As she looked down at the sleeping little one in her arms, she couldn't help but feel very much accomplished for having raised her own children into the people they were today. Perhaps this child would be a very good man when he grew up.

Author's Note: If only she knew she was thinking about Harry when she said that. Hehehe. Christmas shall be the next few chapters since that's the month coming up in real life anyways and I need to write the Christmas chapter for Muddled Tears don't I? Oops... Anyways! Hope you lot liked this one. I felt the Weasleys needed to be included in this. Arthur was at work.