Round 2 of the Houses Competition. Year 6 (Stand in) for Hufflepuff, Themed.

Prompt: [Event] Birth.

Word count: 927

Betas: Aya

Percy was excited. He'd be getting another little brother! He loved having a big family. His eyes we wide with pure excitement and joy as he waited with his other five brothers at home. He couldn't believe that Ron was asleep - who could sleep at a time like this?

It was happening. It was finally happening! After months and months of waiting he would finally get to meet him.

He looked over at his two older brothers, Bill and Charlie, they didn't look at him and were talking about Hogwarts. Neither of them were old enough yet. Percy would usually pester them for more information about the amazing school, but he didn't care to join in this time. The twins, Fred and George, looked like they may fall asleep but were doing their best to stay awake. They were only three. They didn't understand what was happening.

Ron, the youngest at the moment, definitely didn't understand. He went to sleep at his usual time without a fuss.

Percy leant back against the couch, staring at the clock. Why was it taking so long! The five-year-old stifled a yawn as he listened his brothers talking. Even them talking about a 'giant squid' didn't keep his eyes from slowly closing.

Arthur took as many breaths as he could to keep himself calm. Baby number seven was going to be born any minute. He hazardously grabbed some small ice cubes for Molly - though, he didn't know why she wanted them - and rushed back into the little room.

"I have the ice!" he declared handing them to her.

Molly instantly poured one of the cubes into her mouth and started chewing.

Arthur was in awe at this - seeing his wife do something she'd never done before was always enlightening, there was still things about each other they didn't know.

He took her hand and smiled. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she replied with a tired smile.

This baby was taking its time coming out. It wasn't the longest labour yet, but for all they knew, it would be.

Molly's face screwed up as she squeezed his hand tightly. He couldn't help but let out a pained sound - she had a mighty strong grip.

One of the healers came over with a bright smile on her face. "Looks like it's nearly time. Next time you feel the pain, I want you to push."

Another healer came over to assist, wiping Molly's head with a damp cloth.

Arthur momentarily wondered if he was supposed to do that - he was sure he had in the past. He was pulled out of his thoughts quickly when the grip on his hand increased.

Seven minutes later, baby number seven was born.

Percy's eyes jolted open as he heard a sound. Not just a normal sound, but a baby's cry. He's here! He and Charlie shared a smile of amazement before stumbling to their feet to see their mum walk in with a bundle in her arms.

"What are you two doing awake?"

Charlie was the first one to respond. "We wanted to meet the baby."

Percy nodded in agreement, not even caring that the rest of his brothers were asleep. "What's his name?"

Their mum smiled fondly. "Her name is Ginny."

"Her? It's a girl?" Percy replied with a high level of confusion.

"Yes. Would you two like to hold her?"

Charlie nodded eagerly and sat down as instructed, carefully holding the newest arrival.

Percy, however, watched with mild disgust. His parents had always talked about wanting a girl. They wanted a girl. Now that they had one… He paused his thinking and walked off, slowly going up the stairs and climbing into his bed. When nobody followed him, after a few minutes he went to sleep knowing things would be very different.

Percy had been right. Things were very different. It seemed almost instant that everything began to change. From the amount of attention he received, to the amount of pink scattered around the house. It seemed Ginny was too good for hand-me-downs just because she was a girl. She got more new things than anybody else… more than everybody else combined. It wasn't fair.

Charlie and Bill always stuck together and kept each other company. The twins had their own little world. Ron was too little to play with. And Percy was all alone, stuck in the middle with nobody giving him any attention. It was all Ginny's fault.

Percy didn't care that he shouldn't blame everything on Ginny, but he wanted to. She had everything he wanted. Everybody loved her. She had all the attention she needed and wanted. It wasn't fair.

"Mama," Percy called, walking out of his room. "Mama?" he repeated as he looked for her. Finally he found her in the kitchen. "Mama!"

"Not now, Perce."

He sighed and walked off to find his dad instead; maybe he could play with him. "Dad?" he questioned as he walked into the garden.

His dad looked up and hope filled the five-year-old. "What is it, Percy?"

"Can you play with me?"

The older man sighed. "Sorry, Perce, now's not the best time. Go and ask one of your brothers."

No matter how many times he asked, his parents never had time since Ginny came around. Thankfully, his brothers were still good brothers and would let him play with them on occasions.

That didn't change the fact that his sister stopped his parents from spending time with him.

Sometimes, when he was alone, Percy wished that Ginny had never been born.