Walking around the large house that belonged to her grandparents, Victoire made her way into the living room, where she knew her mum and grandmum were. Her father and grandfather had been talking about someone that frightened her and she didn't want to hear about him anymore. But when she looked around the familiar room, she noticed that her mum wasn't there.

"Gram-Gram?" she asked as she looked over at her grandmother. "Where did Mummy go?

"She went home to put Louis to bed, dear," Molly said as she looked up from her knitting needles and softly smiled at her oldest granddaughter. "Is everything alright?" she asked when she noticed the frightened look on Victoire's face.

"I'm scared," she said as she slowly started to make her way towards her grandmother. "Daddy and Guppy were talking about someone scary," she explained after she pulled herself up into Molly's lap. Victoire was a lot like her father. She was really talkative, leading people to believe that she was going to be a high academic achiever when she went to Hogwarts.

"Ohh," Molly said, knowing exactly who Arthur and Bill were talking about. "They shouldn't have been talking about him," she said, getting a nod of Victoire's head in response.

"He's scary," Victoire said as she moved the blanket Molly was knitting so it was resting against her body.

"I know he is, love," Molly said as she kissed Victorie's head. She then grabbed her wand from her pocket and set her knitting needles to knit by themselves.

Letting her thumb wonder to her mouth, Victoire cuddled into her grandmother and softly let out a sigh, obviously content with sitting in Molly's lap. "I love you, Gram-Gram," she said.

"I love you too," Molly replied as she looked down at her granddaughter lovingly.

Hearing footsteps approach the living room, Molly looked up to see her husband and eldest son watching her. They both smiled at her, obviously amazed at how easily she had gotten Victoire to settle down for the night.

"Everything alright?" Molly asked when she smiled back at the two men standing in front of her.

"Yeah," Bill said, also speaking for his father. "I can't believe you were able to get her to settle down so easily. I didn't hear her make a fuss," he said as he walked towards his mum.

"I'm sure if you hadn't scared the living daylights out of her it would have been different," Molly replied jokingly.

"Did we scare her?" Bill asked, obviously concerned about his daughter.

"She is your child," Molly replied. It was a known fact that Bill was frightened easily as a child.

"Bloody hell," he said as he softly rubbed his temple. "I feel horrible now."

"She'll be fine, love," Molly said as she let out a soft chuckle. "You always were," she added.

"Hermione and Ron were right," Bill said. "You really do have the arms of a mother."

Molly softly rolled her eyes. From that moment on, she started to believe that she really did have the 'arms of a mother.'

Because a mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.