AUTHOR NOTES: This is my first story ever and unbeta'd so any mistakes are my own. Hope y'all enjoy it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. No money is being made off this. Harry Potter is JK. Rowling's property and I respect that.

INSPIRATION: Got the idea to have Ron learn to cook from Avatar Vader's: Cooking like a Bachelor. It's a great story so please check it out

Chapter 4- Happy Wife, Happy Life

August 14, 1985 - (Headmasters Office, Hogwarts) After Breakfast

Molly paced in Albus's office while he read the paper. Never before had Molly felt this angry, she was seething. How dare they, the nerve of them. What right did they have sharing such personal information, about a minor no less? They didn't have her or Arthur's permission. If it had been any other family, the Daily Prophet wouldn't dare to reveal such sensitive familial secrets. They must have thought that just because her family was not as wealthy as others and labeled blood traitors that they could do whatever they wanted, well they had another thing coming.

Arthur looked at his wife as she paced around the Headmaster's office and sighed. The quickest way to ignite his wife's fiery temper was to endanger one of her children. He couldn't help but compare her to a Dragon who's hatchling had been threatened. While Molly continued to stew in her thoughts he gazed at Albus. He seemed calm and collected, no emotions showing on his face as he read the damning article. If anyone could reason with his wife, it would be Albus Dumbledore.

"Molly dear why don't you have a seat," Arthur asked his restless wife. She glared at him and huffed but did as he suggested. She sat down and turned her ire to Albus. "How did they find out, you assured us that this would be kept quiet, that it would be our choice to disclose such sensitive information."

Dumbledore stayed quiet for a minute as he gathered his thoughts before he replied. "The prophecy was documented and sent to the Hall of Prophecies as is standard procedure. We only had contact with Unspeakables and A couple of ministry workers who I know for certain would never divulge the information." Albus hated to admit it but even he couldn't have predicted this breach of security. After Augustus Rookwood was revealed to be Voldemort's spy by Igor Karkaroff, the Unspeakables conducted a very thorough internal investigation. The remaining Unspeakables came out clean and free of any wavering loyalties. He was foolish in his confidence that the information would be safe due to his experience with hiding prophecies.

Sybil's identity as a true seer had remained a secret, as many assumed she was a fraud. He supposed that a genuine prophecy told by a child would be more scandalous compared to a Divination teacher who already claimed a Seer status. Even so, the fact that any leaks happened at all greatly disturbed him.

Albus wanted to keep young Ronald's ability a secret for as long as possible, He still had no idea about the truth behind the prophecy's meaning. A traitor that lurked among them, it was a cause for concern. The lack of understanding of the prophecy coupled with the public becoming aware of a genuine Seer in the country would certainly cause problems in the future, of that he was certain. What he needed to do now was reassure the Weasley's and make sure they don't take any drastic measures against the Daily Prophet. The last thing the situation needed was a legal battle between the media outlet and a Pureblood family. He was sure that a compromise could be made because he knew Molly Weasley, and she would not back down from this without some sort of formal apology at the very least.

"I sincerely apologize, I should have been more diligent," Albus said with guilt in his voice "If I had even the slightest doubt about the security of your son's identity as a Seer, I would have enforced more drastic methods of protection."

And he should have been, the paranoia that the War instilled in him appeared to be faded. He knew that it wasn't truly over but like many others, he let his guard down due to the lingering peace in the magical world.

"I would be more than willing to pull some strings and convince them to issue a public apology" it wouldn't be hard, they had to have been aware that a Pureblood family wasn't going to ignore something like this. No matter how poor or uninvolved in politics they were, one thing that all Pureblood families had in common was their pride.

Arthur jumped at the chance to have this matter peacefully resolved, he wanted nothing more than to put it behind them. "That sounds fair, don't you agree Molly" he hoped that it would be enough for his wife.

"That's it, they say sorry and we just forget that they put a target on our sons back" Argued Molly, she looked at her husband as if he had gone mad "Do you know how many dark wizards would love to get their hands on a genuine Seer. Our son's life could be in danger and an apology is all we get!"

Arthur looked at his wife, a part of him agreed with her sentiment. The thought of any of his children being targeted by dark wizards made him sick but the war was over. "Molly the Dark Lord is dead, his most loyal followers are in Azkaban, and the ones who pleaded the Imperius are under the scrutiny of the Public and the Ministry." Arthur said "We are Veterans of the war and are more than capable of protecting our child."

Molly looked skeptical, her husband made some good points but she still didn't like the idea of these people who thought they could pick on her family and get away with it. "Surely there's more we can do, an apology just seems like a small price to pay."

Before Arthur could reply, Albus decided to intervene "If you were to take legal action it would seem as if you were after something, most likely compensation."

"This isn't about money Albus, this is about the Daily Prophets complete disregard for our families privacy" Molly stated becoming flustered "I don't want nor need a single knut from them, what I want is for the person who wrote this article and for the people who approved this articles release to face some sort of disciplinary action."

Arthur agreed with his wife, as much as he loved to avoid conflict even he started to realize that the article crossed a line. He would be satisfied with just an apology, but he was also willing to back his wife in this since she seemed so determined. There was a muggle phrase that popped in his head that resonated with him rather deeply especially given the situation, 'Happy wife, happy life'.

In his lifetime Albus has dealt with many people who demanded things from him whether they be justified or not. Because of that, he understood that this was not something that Molly and now Arthur would back down from. He was old and if life had taught him anything it would be to pick his battles. This was not one that he would come out of unscathed if he continued to persist about letting the Daily Prophet get off with such a minor penalty. Even he had to admit that they were bold to do something like this, or just plain stupid.

In his heart, he knew that they deserved a much more severe punishment. For as Molly said endangering a child is not something an apology can fix. Albus looked at Molly whose eyes were set ablaze with simmering fury at the people who put her child in this position and Arthur who looked much more composed but no less upset.

"I understand, a child's safety is paramount to me as Headmaster of Hogwarts. I was worried about your reputation and how this would make people perceive you but as long as you are certain about pursuing more than a simple apology then I am more than willing to help you in your endeavors," Albus stated.

Molly huffed "About time, I don't know why you were so against it in the first place, they brought this on themselves."

"What my wife means to say is thank you for seeing our side of things, I know you are going out of your way to help us and we appreciate it," Arthur said and looked at his wife with a slightly reproachful look.

"I should go as soon as possible, why not right now. If they think that they're going to get a single minute of rest, they are sorely mistaken." Molly said.

Albus didn't miss a beat as he replied to Molly having expected something like this to happen. " I think it's better if I deal with this matter on behalf of your family, not because I think you are unable to defend yourself and your family but because I hold more influence than you. Don't you think they would be more inclined to listen to me" Albus stated "I mean no offense but the Weasley name, while dear to those on the side of the light and a name of great personal strength holds little in the way of political power and intimidation."

Arthur agreed with Albus and told his wife as much "It would be in our best interest to let Albus handle this, He could do it much more efficiently than us and few people would directly oppose him."

"Okay," Molly said.

Arthur already had his argument planned " No Molly, Albus is … wait what?"

"I said okay, you're right, he should handle this" Molly wasn't an unreasonable woman, she knew that Albus had an enormous amount of influence compared to their family and she was willing to let him deal with this in her stead because he would get much better results than she ever could. She wasn't ashamed of the Weasley name but her pride could only get her so far.

As much as she wanted to personally deal with them and tell them off, she also knew logically speaking that it wasn't the most ideal way to deal with the situation. She had enormous amounts of respect and trust in Albus and knew that he would do the right thing. She just hoped that he could get it done as soon as possible so they could put all this ugly business behind them.

"Well, we best be off, can't leave our brood alone for too long lest they bring the house down and you still have to go to work," Molly said as she got up and headed towards the Floo with her gobsmacked husband in tow. "Just contact us if you need our statements or to sign anything."

Albus nodded his head "I'll be sure too, and once again I am truly sorry for what has happened."

August 14, 1985 - (The Burrow) Afternoon

After Arthur left for work Molly was determined to take her mind off of the dreadful Daily Prophet business. She wanted to be the one to make them apologize and demand the writer to be fired but Arthur and Albus both agreed it would be better if he dealt with it due to his name having more sway. She knew it was true so she agreed as well but that didn't mean she didn't want to give them a piece of her mind. As if she couldn't deal with those talentless low life bottom feeders. Even the passing thought of them made her blood boil.

What she needed to do was keep busy which wasn't very hard since she was a mother of seven. She cleaned and made sure her children got into the least amount of trouble as possible. After she made lunch and all her children were fed she decided to start dinner early. and simply keep it warm until it was time to eat since even at this time she was feeling fatigued no doubt due to all the stress she was under. What a perfect time to start spending time with Ron too.

Her children were outside playing so she quickly stuck her head out and called for her youngest son "Ronnie can you come here please". She could see the rest of her children laughing and looking at him as if he was about to get a scolding with the sole exception of Bill who looked nothing but concerned. "You're not in trouble I just need your help love" As Ron came inside she decided to see what she could make for dinner with Ron. Cooking was something that everyone should know how to do, Ron was still young but he could help measure ingredients and stir. Perhaps they could even make cupcakes after.

"Ronnie, want to help me make dinner, and then after we could even bake some cupcakes!" Molly said, trying to entice her young son with the promise of sweets.

Ron looked dubious "Cooking's for girls," he said as if it was a common fact in the world. Had his Mum lost her mind, when she said they would spend more time together he thought that they would do cool stuff like flying and not cooking.

"Cooking is for everyone, some of the greatest Chefs in the world are men," His mum said calmly " There's no such thing as a boys-only or girls-only activity, You can do whatever you want Ron."

"But I don't want to cook," he said. His mum looked at him with patient eyes before responding.

"I've decided we need to spend more time together, and cooking is the perfect solution, and when you're older I'll even teach you how to use knives. Isn't that cool, and once you're older you won't need me to cook for you. If you ever get hungry you could just make food for yourself."

As much as it pained her to say it, it was true. She wouldn't always be there to cook for him, so the next best thing for her to do was teach him. She was passionate about cooking, and confident with her skills. She wanted to pass on her knowledge and share it with her children, but none of her kids ever seemed interested beyond stirring. Hopefully Ginny would see how much fun Ron would have and decide to join in.

Ron looked thoughtful, when he was older it would be cool to be able to use knives and cook bacon whenever he wanted. Maybe learning to cook wouldn't be so bad. And baking was making sweets right, he could learn how to make all his favorites. Plus he did want to spend more time with his mum and she was going to teach him, and she was the best cook ever. If he learned from her he would also be super good at cooking too.

"Okay, but the cupcakes have to be chocolate," he said since chocolate was his favorite.

His mum looked at him with a big smile on her face and the sight of it made his heart feel warm.

August 14, 1985 (Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office) Afternoon

Arthur had expected some attention from the Article but he didn't think it would be this bad. All-day people from almost every department had stopped by with excuses of paperwork and misdelivered documents. Every one of them had taken a look at him, some more subtle than others. A few just outright asked him about his son. What did the Prophecy say, how long has Ron shown signs of possessing the sight, what was it like knowing his son was a Seer.

He knew that this would only be the beginning. As Ron grew older, he would no doubt tell more prophecies. He sincerely doubted that they all would be told in a safe and secluded space with only trustworthy people around. Arthur admittedly knew very little about Seers but the fact that Ron told a genuine prophecy at the ripe old age of five made him curious about the potential his son possessed.

August 16, 1985 (The Burrow) Morning

Arthur couldn't help but look at the morning paper with a smile of satisfaction as they issued a public apology, coupled with the letter that Albus sent over detailing how the information got leaked and how all members involved have been either terminated or have faced harsh discipline concerning their jobs. Arthur didn't consider himself to be a vindictive man but something about knowing for certain the people who used information about his son to further their career backfired made him feel happy.

If he was happy, his wife was ecstatic, singing, and humming as she made breakfast with Ron who was her new apprentice. Ron seemed more interested in learning than Ginny did when Molly tried to get her to cook together.

The rest of the children were taking their sweet time getting ready, but he wasn't about to complain about any moment of peace he got. He could still hear them thumping away upstairs no doubt fighting about bathrooms or something else. But it was a soothing background noise that he found comforting, the sounds of his family as they went about their day.

"The burn salve is under the sink," Ron said suddenly.

Arthur looked at his son weirdly "Why is it under the sink and not with the other potions". He looked at Molly who seemed just as confused as he was before she suddenly looked like she remembered something.

"I must have put them under the sink after I bought some more when we ran out after Fred and George set the living room rug on fire. I also bought some cleaning supplies, I just put everything under the sink, apparently burn salves included." she laughed.

Arthur looked amused before realizing something "Ron, did you know they were under the sink before you told us."

"No"

"Did it come out of your mouth like when you told Ginny her presents?" Arthur asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah," Ron said it, reluctantly.

Arthur looked at his son and tried to reassure him "You're not in trouble, we will never punish you for using your gift, I promise."

Arthur did wonder about something, why did most of Ron's prophecies appear to be statements that usually seem only a bit out of place in some conversations, while the prophecy he told in Dumbledore's office was so different. His voice changed, his magical core was near depleted, on the other hand, these small ones are entirely indistinguishable from his everyday voice and he doesn't get fatigued at all. He wondered if there was a word for the different types of prophecies his son told. If there wasn't perhaps they should come up with one.

"Ron, what do you think about naming these statement prophecies you have, how about mini or small prophecies," he said.

"Okay, but does that make the other ones where my voice changes a big prophecy?" Ron asked, sounding like he didn't care for the name.

Molly interrupted sounding a little frazzled "Is this important at the moment, the question we should be asking is why he had a small, mini, minor, or whatever you want to call it prophecy about the location of the burn salve. Ronnie is someone going to get hurt?"

Ron looked unsure before he answered " I don't know, maybe?"

Arthur lit up "Minor prophecy and the big ones can be Major prophecies, great thinking Molls, much better than small or mini."

Now Molly was starting to get upset "Are you daft Arthur, someone is going to get burned, and all you're concerned about is naming things."

Arthur realized that his wife was genuinely worried so he tried to lighten the mood.

"Well if someone does get burned, at least now we know where the burn salve is."

"This is not a joke Arthur, Ron get away from the stove," Molly said and wondered if it was Ron who would be hurt. "And you can get your own tea Arthur."

"Come on, it was only a little quip, and contrary to what you believe, serving myself is not the punishment you think it is darling." Arthur chuckled as he went to get some more tea.

When he was pouring some tea for himself he heard Ron speak,

"Bless you."

As soon as Ron said it, he sneezed and poured the scalding liquid onto his hand.

"BLOODY HELL" he yelled in equal parts surprise and pain. He quickly moved to the sink and started to run cold water over his wound.

He looked back to see his wife with an amused expression on her face, and then she spoke.

"The burn salve is under the sink Dear."

AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry for the long wait, I'm sure you don't want to hear my excuses. Till next time. Hope to see you there :)