A/N: Hi, everyone! This chapter will be from Molly Weasley's point of view. The story will return to Harry's point of view when Harry is eleven and will remain in his point of view until the end. I have also started a poll on my profile about potential future stories. Please vote. Thanks for all of the kind reviews so far. Stay safe and please review! - B

Barely a minute after waking up, Molly hurried over to the two rooms which held Harry, Teddy, Tessa, and Florence. Severus had explained to Molly that the four individuals would each be a year and a day older than they had been the night before, making them all around a year and a half old. Given that Tessa had become quite active from the moment she had started walking, Molly felt that it would be best for everyone if she caught Tessa before the toddler really got going.

March 7, 2000 (Molly's POV)

"Tessa, what are you doing up there?" Molly asked firmly. She had taken her eyes off of the nearly-two-year-old for barely a minute and had soon found her atop a high cupboard in the kitchen. A few days ago, George had asked her and Arthur to watch Tessa and Freddie that Saturday as Valentine's Day weekend was a particularly busy one at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, the store that George and his late twin brother, Fred, had started about four years ago.

"I climb, ga-ma!" Tessa squealed excitedly.

Molly sighed and shook her head before using Wingardium Leviosa to carefully levitate the child and bring her down into her arms.

"You are so like your father," Molly chuckled at the precocious child, placing her back onto the ground.

As Tessa excitedly toddled off, Molly felt herself tearing up as she thought of Fred when he was around Tessa's age. Although it had already been nearly two years since Fred had died, the thought of never being able to see his smile or hear his laughter ever again still hurt just as badly as when she had first seen his body lying cold and limp on the floor of the Great Hall.

"Ga-ma sad?" Tessa asked, tilting her head almost exactly as Fred had several years ago after Molly's brothers, Fabian and Gideon, had been killed.

Molly chuckled and quickly dried her tears. "Grandma loves you very much, Tessa," she said, reaching down to give the toddler a hug.

"I wuv you, too, ga-ma," Tessa responded, holding Molly tightly before kissing her on the cheek.

"Why don't we play outside, sweetheart?" Molly offered, knowing that Tessa needed to burn off some more energy so that she could be tired enough for her afternoon nap.

"Ousside! Ousside!" Tessa chanted happily, running to put on her boots.

Molly smiled, watching as the little girl pulled on her boots and attempted to put on her coat, as it was a bit chilly outside.

After calling Freddie from the other room and asking if he wanted to play outside, which he unsurprisingly did, Molly opened the door allowing the children to play as she watched them.

Tessa excitedly ran around the garden, jumping in every puddle she saw and there were many of them as it had been raining the night before. Freddie, being a bit older than Tessa, wasn't as wild but still seemed happy to play outside. Typically, Freddie and Tessa would fly their toddler broomsticks around the yard, however, Molly didn't feel too comfortable letting them fly around today as it was quite windy.

It only took Tessa fifteen minutes to be drenched in mud and rainwater. Freddie was also rather dirty, however, significantly less so than Tessa whose face was also covered in mud.

"It's cold, Grandma," Freddie told Molly somewhat shyly. "Could I go back inside, please?"

"Of course, darling," Molly said gently. As Freddie had only been in the family for a few months and hadn't been in a loving environment before, he was still a bit shy around everyone other than George and Tessa. Despite Freddie's timidness, Molly did her best to make him feel welcome and loved, just as she did with her other grandchildren. "Just wait in the bathroom while I get Tessa, so I can give you both a bath."

"Alright, Grandma," Freddie said, walking inside.

It took Molly five full minutes to catch Tessa and bring her inside, ultimately having to bribe her with colour-changing bath bubbles.

"Bubbles! Bubbles! Bubbles!" Tessa chanted, marching to the bathroom.

Much to Molly's surprise, Tessa was still asleep, while Florence was wide awake, staring confusedly up at her.

"Hello, dear," Molly said, walking over to the child. While, the day before, Florence had looked about half the size of a normal four-month-old, she now looked about the same size as Tessa had at eighteen months.

"You grew rather fast, didn't you?" Molly smiled at the child in her arms, who continued staring at her. She had to admit that, while no one could argue that Florence was Sirius' child, the tiny glare that she held screamed Severus.

"Why don't we get some breakfast?" Molly said, as she walked with the toddler downstairs.

Just as Molly placed Florence into a highchair, a soft cry came from upstairs.

"I'll take care of Florence," Arthur offered, looking very much as though he had just woken up.

"Thank you, dear," Molly said, giving her husband a quick kiss on the cheek before hurrying upstairs.

"Oh, hello, Harry," she sighed, her heart breaking as she looked at the toddler who had been crying for his mother. At this age, Harry's scar took up most of his forehead and was clearly still healing.

"Mama! Mama!" Harry sobbed, tears streaming down his face.

"Shhh, it's alright, dear," Molly assured, gently rocking the child in her arms. "Your mummy and daddy will be here very soon."

Harry continued sobbing and screaming for his mother, looking utterly miserable.

After a few more minutes of attempting to calm the upset toddler, Molly picked up a dummy from the bedside table and placed it into Harry's mouth, and after a few seconds of sniffling, he finally began to calm down a bit.

Noticing that Teddy was beginning to stir, Molly quickly ran Harry downstairs and placed him in his highchair. Luckily for Molly, James and Lily, followed closely by Remus and Tonks, had chosen that moment to arrive through the fireplace, as Harry had once again begun crying the moment that Molly had placed him down.

"Good morning, Molly, Arthur," Lily greeted cheerfully before rushing over to her toddler.

"Oh, sweetheart, don't cry," she said soothingly.

"MAMA! MAMA!" Harry sobbed frantically, reaching his arms up and kicking his legs as his mother picked him up.

As Lily and James comforted their panicked toddler and Arthur continued struggling to feed Florence who stubbornly kept her mouth tightly shut while glaring harshly at him, Molly rushed upstairs to check on Teddy.

"Good morning, Teddy," she whispered gently to Teddy who had just sat up and was rubbing his eyes. Unlike Harry, Teddy simply looked up at Molly in confusion, however, unlike Florence, his eyes were filled with curiosity rather than mistrust. His eye colour and hair colour subconsciously changed to match Molly's, as typically happened when Teddy was a toddler.

Looking into the girls' bedroom and noticing that Tessa was now sitting up, Molly hurried downstairs and handed Teddy to Remus, who hardly had time to thank her before she was once again back upstairs.

She entered the girls' bedroom just in time to find Tessa climbing out of her cot.

"Careful, Tessa," Molly said, helping the small child onto the ground.

"Tank 'oo, ga-ma," Tessa said with a sweet, dimpled smile, a smile that remained as Tessa grew older and was often a sign of mischievous activity.

"You're welcome, dear," Molly said, reaching down to pick Tessa up.

"No, tank 'oo, ga-ma," Tessa insisted, pushing Molly's hands away. "Want walk. Me big girl."

Molly chuckled to herself. "Alright, dear," she said, feeling increasingly excited for Fred and Ava to get to know Tessa as a toddler. "But you need to hold my hand when we walk down the stairs."

Tessa nodded.

By the time Molly and Tessa arrived downstairs, Fred and Ava had already arrived and had brought breakfast.

"Hi, Mum," Fred greeted happily. "Ava and I figured you and Dad had your hands full with the little ones, so we brought breakfast."

"That's very thoughtful of you, dears," Molly said, giving both Fred and Ava kisses on their cheeks.

"Unca Joj!" Tessa squealed excitedly, reaching her hands up at Fred. For the first time Molly could recall, Fred appeared disappointed to be an identical twin.

"I'm not Uncle George, darling," he said gently to Tessa. "I'm your dad."

Tessa tilted her head in confusion. "Unca Joj," she repeated insistently, as though trying to convince Fred that he was wrong.

"Perhaps, we should bring George here," Arthur suggested gently.

"That's a great idea," Molly agreed. "Although, I must admit, this is what Fred deserves for all of his 'I'm not Fred, I'm George' jokes."

Fred simply pouted in response.

Molly hurried over to the fireplace to call George and Luna, who were likely at home with their children. From the time Luna was seven months pregnant, George had left the store in the hands of Susan and Nancy, who, despite being arguably even more mischievous than Fred and George, both had a strong sense of responsibility and had certainly proven themselves more than capable of managing the business.

"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley!" Luna greeted cheerfully, looking much more awake than she had since the babies were born.

"Hello, Luna," Molly greeted. "How are the babies?"

"They're wonderful," Luna responded. "They're finally sleeping through the night, so George and I have finally managed to get some sleep. How are Harry, Tessa, Teddy, and Florence?"

"They're just fine. That's actually what I wanted to talk to you and George about," Molly said. "Is it possible for George to come over here? Tessa's about twenty-two months old, and she firmly believes that Fred is George."

Luna laughed. "Well, they do look quite similar," she said. "I'll just go get George."

"Hi, Mum," George greeted after a few minutes, still in pajamas, looking very much like he had just woken up.

"Hi, Georgie," Molly said. "Sorry if I woke you up, dear, but you're very much needed here. Tessa is convinced that Fred is you. And, as much as Fred tries to hide it, I'm quite certain he's a bit upset about it."

George looked somewhat saddened hearing this. "Of course, I'll come over. Just give me a few minutes."

As he had stated he would, George, now dressed and his hair brushed, appeared through the Burrow's fireplace after a few minutes.

"Hi, Mum," he greeted, hugging Molly.

"Hello, dear," Molly said, leading George to where Fred, Ava, and Tessa were. "We're all in the kitchen."

"Unca Joj?" Tessa said almost immediately after George entered the room. The confused toddler was looking back and forth from Fred to George.

"Hi, Tess-a-bess," George said quickly, scooping the toddler up into his arms.

"Two Unca Joj?" Tessa said, this time pointing to Fred while looking at George.

"No, Tess, I'm Uncle George," George said, chuckling slightly before pointing at Fred. "That's your dad."

"Dad?" Tessa repeated, looking confused.

"I don't think she's old enough to understand, mate," Fred said dejectedly, looking uncharacteristically sad. Having not had many opportunities to comfort Fred, as he had lived a short but mostly happy life, Molly felt a strong urge to run over and comfort him.

"You understand, don't you, Tess?" George said, pulling a photograph out of his pocket and handing it to Tessa. "Remember who these people are?"

Tessa studied the picture for a few seconds before excitedly saying, "Mummy and Daddy!"

"Very good, Tess," George said, enthusiastically. "Now, do you know who these people are?"

George stood beside Fred and Ava, who looked eagerly at Tessa who gasped.

"Mummy and Daddy!"

The excited toddler ran over to her parents, hugging their legs tightly with a bright smile on her face.

"There you go," George said, standing up. "Problem solved."

"We might need you to repeat that everyday until she's old enough to understand on her own," Molly said, hugging George goodbye.

"No problem, Mum," George said, pulling something out of his pocket. "Oh, and Tessa might start looking for this soon."

He unshrunk the toddler-sized broomstick that Angelina had bought Tessa for her first birthday and handed it to Molly.

"You did warn them about her energy level right?" George asked with a knowing smirk.

"I'm sure they'll find out soon enough," Molly said mischievously, causing George to laugh.

Sure enough, not even five minutes after dinner, Tessa was running excitedly around the house.

"I find it's usually best to let her play outside after meals," Molly suggested, handing Fred Tessa's toy broomstick.

"Is this just a phase?" Ava asked hopefully, looking slightly overwhelmed.

Molly and Arthur simply laughed in response.

As Fred, Ava, and Tessa were happily playing outside, shortly followed by Remus, Tonks, and Teddy, James suggested that he, Lily, and Harry play outside as well.

Harry had eaten his breakfast before halfheartedly playing with some toys that Molly had left out for the children. Molly noticed that the entire time Harry was playing, he clung to Lily's skirt, clearly terrified that she would leave him again.

"Harry, do you want to play outside?" Lily asked her son gently, standing up.

Much to everyone's shock, Harry immediately dropped the toy niffler he was playing with and frantically clung to his mother, once again sobbing "Mama! Mama!"

"Shhh, darling," Lily said gently, picking the frantic child up, looking rather concerned. "Everything's alright. Mummy's here."

"Maybe we should go for a walk around the garden," James suggested, looking worried about his son. "Walks usually calmed him down when he was fussy. Of course, he's never been this upset, but perhaps it could help."

Lily nodded, continuing to comfort her child.

"Do you want me to get you a pram?" Molly asked.

"No, thank you, Molly," Lily said with a small smile. "I'm not sure if Harry will let me put him down."

Not long after James, Lily, and Harry left, Sirius jumped through the fireplace.

"Hi, Molly," Sirius greeted hurriedly, seeming almost as frantic as Harry. "Sorry, I'm so late. I promise I haven't forgotten about Florence already. It's just that I've never really been around a toddler much before, and I wasn't sure how I'd be, you know. And Severus asked me to come over a while ago because she just wants to let each of her classes know that she won't be there for the next two weeks because she wants to spend time with Florence, but I was just really scared and-"

"Sirius, calm down," Molly said gently, rather shocked to see Sirius lose his composure so much. She, however, wasn't surprised to hear that Severus, too, had decided to take the next two weeks off of work to spend time with her child, as everyone else had made the same decision as well.

"I just don't know if I can be a father," Sirius said in a quiet voice. "A baby's fine. I spent plenty of time with Harry when he was a baby, but I'm not too sure about a toddler."

"You'll never know unless you try," Molly said encouragingly.

Sirius nodded before hesitantly allowing Molly to lead him into the kitchen where Florence had just finished her breakfast.

"How did you manage to get her to eat?" Molly asked Arthur, who was now attempting to entertain Florence who just stared at him unamused.

"I ended up handing her the spoon, and she fed herself," Arthur admitted with a smile.

"You're a stubborn little one, aren't you?" Molly chuckled, picking Florence up and walking over to Sirius. "Let's go to your daddy."

Molly smirked slightly as she handed the toddler to Sirius, whose eyes went wide.

"H-Hi, Florence," Sirius said nervously, looking absolutely terrified while comically holding Florence under her armpits with her legs dangling, his own arms fully stretched out. Florence simply tilted her head looking at Sirius quizzically.

"Why don't we try playing outside?" Molly suggested after several seconds of watching Sirius and Florence.

"Sounds great," Sirius said eagerly, immediately attempting to hand Florence over to Molly.

"No, no, no," Molly said, smirking and crossing her arms. "You and Florence are going to play outside."

"What?" Sirius said, looking terrified.

"Arthur and I will sit outside and watch, but you are going to play with Florence," Molly insisted, gently steering Sirius towards the door.

"I don't even know what she likes," Sirius stated, his voice sounding uncharacteristically high.

"You'll figure it out soon enough," Molly assured him.

"Alright," Sirius said, slightly reluctantly. "Is it alright if I place her on the ground?"

"It's perfectly fine, Sirius," Molly assured him, chuckling slightly. She could tell that, while Sirius was entirely out of his comfort zone, he genuinely wanted the best for Florence.

Sirius carefully placed Florence on the ground, before summoning a variety of toys, placing them around the toddler, and hesitantly sitting down next to her.

After only about a minute, Florence reached out for a push toy that blew bubbles. She didn't appear to understand how the toy worked, as she held the middle of the handle in her hands and stared curiously at the toy.

"Let me help you," Sirius said gently to the toddler, propping the toy up and pushing it so that Florence could learn how it worked.

This method seemed to work as Florence quickly stood up and looked at Sirius as though silently asking if she could play.

"Here you go, sweetheart," Sirius said smiling as he allowed Florence to grasp the handle.

Within a few minutes, Florence was excitedly toddling and pushing the toy around the garden, as Sirius playfully chased her.

"That seemed to work," Arthur said quietly to Molly. "Although, I'm sure you knew it would."

"Of course, I did," Molly smirked at her husband.

By the time lunchtime rolled around, all of the children seemed comfortable with their respective parents.

"We're getting tired, aren't we, Florence?" Sirius said to his daughter who had just yawned.

As Sirius picked Florence up, she clung to him and adorably snuggled her head into his shoulder.

"How long does a child her age usually nap for?" Sirius asked, gently rubbing Florence's back as she began dozing off.

"About an hour and a half to two hours," Molly said smiling.

Sirius nodded in acknowledgement before walking upstairs to lay Florence down.

The rest of the day had gone quite easily, ending with each set of parents choosing to spend the night in various guest bedrooms. Severus had even stopped by to see how everyone, particularly Sirius and Florence, was doing.

The next morning was quite similar to the previous one. Tessa once again needed to be reminded by George who Fred and Ava were. Teddy, too, no longer recognized Remus and Tonks, however, after a few minutes of bonding time which mainly involved Remus and Tonks pretending to be sick or injured while Teddy played with his toy healer kit, Teddy was back to his usual pleasant self.

"Is anyone surprised that he became a healer?" Tonks chuckled as Teddy wrapped a toy bandage on her arm.

"Not at all," Arthur said in response.

"Your ouchie is fixed," Teddy announced to Tonks as he finished wrapping the toy bandage.

"Wow, thank you, Healer Tonks-Lupin," Tonks said enthusiastically, as Teddy walked over to Remus to given him a toy goblet of imaginary potion.

Florence, like Tessa, acted almost exactly as she had the day before but with a larger vocabulary. Molly couldn't help but notice that, despite Florence being tiny as an infant, toddler Florence was quite tall. In fact, Florence was noticeably taller than both Tessa and Harry who were both a few months older than her. Teddy, very much taking after his father, was, and had always been, very tall, and was the only one taller than Florence, although not by very much.

The only child that was significantly different from the day before was Harry, who now seemed to have entirely forgotten about his parents and didn't cling to or scream for them at all, instead being quite timid and even a bit scared of everyone around him.

"Harry, do you want to play puzzles?" James asked the two-year-old, who shook his head and toddled off.

"How about blocks, dear?" Lily asked. Harry simply stared at Lily for a few moments before timidly nodding his head.

As Harry sat down in front of the stack of wooden alphabet blocks, he looked up at Lily and James seemingly for approval to play with the toys.

"Here you go, Harry," James said with a smile, placing a few of the blocks in front of the toddler.

"Tank you," Harry whispered before stacking the blocks.

"What are you making, Harry?" Lily asked enthusiastically.

Harry simply shrugged his shoulders.

"Why don't we make a castle?" James asked. "Would you like that, Harry?"

Harry nodded timidly in response.

"Does Tessa's energy level keep rising as she ages or is it just because she's nearly three?" Fred asked, bursting into the room looking very disheveled, his clothes covered in mud. "Ava and I have been switching off every ten minutes just to keep up with her."

"Well, it's certainly not because she's almost three," Molly answered with a smirk.

"Why do you think we started sending her to day camps?" Arthur said.

"What kind of day camps?" Fred asked, seeming eager to learn more about his daughter. "Quidditch ones, I'm guessing."

"Well, it started with quidditch camp. We thought that would give her an outlet for her energy, but it was only two days a week, and it actually made her more energetic on the days she didn't have camp," Arthur explained. "So, we added arts and crafts day camp, which Luna actually still runs, and that was a great creative outlet for both her and Freddie. And then, Dean Thomas started a football club for wizarding children, and we thought that would be a great activity for Freddie because he couldn't do quidditch, but Freddie was a bit shy, so we sent Tessa with him. Somehow, she still managed to have energy afterwards, but certainly much more contained."

"She and Freddie both still play football recreationally," Molly added. "And Tessa sometimes volunteers at Luna's day camp."

"That's really cool," Fred said with a smile.

"Fred!" Ava's voice came calling from outside. "Your turn!"

"Coming, dear!" Fred called, quickly running out the door.