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Two weeks had passed since the arrival of baby Rose, and the lives of everyone in the burrow had been turned upside down. Even George had to admit there was nothing funny about being woken at two every morning by the piercing cry of the tiniest Weasley. Ron and Hermione were still sleeping in the lower bedroom with Rose in her Moses basket at hand. Though Harry and Ginny had returned to their cottage they were frequent visitors, watching the baby and providing much needed breaks for the new parents.

To Ron's delight, their little ginger baby was most peaceful when rocking back and forth in the dizzy dumpling. Hermione had been hesitant to allow Rose into the contraption, but after a particularly stressful hour of non-stop screaming she was willing to try anything. Whether it was the swaying motion or the soft hum of the purple machine that calmed Rose no one knew, but everyone in the house was grateful for the precious moments of silence it afforded them.

It was midmorning now and Hermione sat nursing the baby in the kitchen while Mrs. Weasley was preparing ingredients for tonight's dinner of chicken stew. At a flick of her wand, carrots and potatoes began to peel themselves over the compost bin and the hob came to life, simmering under the broth pot. Now and then Rose would coo contentedly at Hermione's breast, bringing a smile to her pleased but tired mother's face. Ron walked in, still in his pajama pants and t-shirt, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and yawning.

"Well, it's about time you were up!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley, who was very determined to see that Ron was fulfilling his duties as a new father.

"I was up half the night!" Ron defended himself.

"It's true, Molly." Hermione assured Mrs. Weasley. "He let me have a bit of a rest last night, so it's alright."

"Well," Mrs. Weasley huffed, "As long as you're not neglecting dear Hermione. It's tough work being a new mother, and I should know!" Her eyes took on a faraway look. "I remember when the twins were born, two at once! And I already had three little boys to see to. Percy was only a tot in those days, and I swear Fred and George were up to mischief before they could toddle!" Mrs. Weasley continued. "And your father, bless him, kept harping on about silly muggle inventions like passy-friers, or whatever they're called. But when it came time to change a nappy, he was nowhere to be found!"

"Excucse me? Are my ears buring?" Mr. Weasley strode into the kitchen with a copy of the Daily Prophet in hand.

"Oh, I didn't see you there, dear." said Mrs. Weasley, a bit flustered.

"Ah," said Mr. Weasley knowingly, "Then I wasn't meant to hear your highly biased account of my parenting skills?"

"I am not biased!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley, dropping all pretense of politeness. "You almost never changed a nappy in those days!"

"Well, I'll admit it took me a couple of babies to perfect the technique." Mr. Weasley grinned at his wife, "But if memory serves, I believe those passy-friers were quite a success, at least until Fred started sticking his in Percy's ear…" They all chuckled at this, in fondness for their departed brother and son. Fred was gone, but in no way could he ever be forgotten. The bittersweet moment was cut short by the sudden flare of emerald green flames in the kitchen fireplace.

"Oh goodness!" cried Mrs. Weasley, "That must be Harry and Ginny." Her prediction was immediately confirmed as Weasley's only daughter stepped out onto the hearth shaking some stray ash from her long red tresses, followed by the her husband.

"Hi everybody." said Harry, wiping his glasses. Ginny didn't bother with the formality of greeting her family, but headed straight for baby Rose.

"Hello Rosie Posy!" she cooed as she scooped the child up from Hermione's arms. "Are you being a good girl for your mummy and daddy? Have you been eating, and sleeping, and doing lots of poopsie-whoopsies, then?"

"I have been doing some poopsie-whoopsies, thanks for asking Gin!" George said as he sauntered into the kitchen. Ginny just rolled her eyes, but Ron and Harry laughed heartily.

"Actually, I'm glad you're here, Ginny." said Mr. Weasley after the boys had finished laughing. "I was wondering if you'd seen this morning's Prophet?" He held up the paper.

"No, I haven't seen it. What's up, Dad?" she responded.

"Well, see for yourself." said Mr. Weasley, sliding the paper across the table to his daughter. Ginny quickly passed little Rose to Harry and grabbed the paper. She looked down at the front cover to see a rather large picture of a harried looking Gwenog Jones, batting away reporters. The headline declared "Famous Quidditch Captain Relieved of Duties Due to Allegations of Embezzlement."

"Oh my God!" shouted Ginny.

"What is it, Gin?" asked Harry, concerned.

"You won't believe it," she said. "Gwenog's been kicked of the team!"

"Gwenog who?" said Ron, being dense.

"Well, Gwenog Jones of course, Ronald." said Hermione, shaking her head.

"Oh, right." said Ron. "Well, she was a bit of an arse if you ask me."

"Or anyone else…" added George.

"Well, it seems that she's got her comeuppance now." said Mr. Weasley nodding to the Daily Prophet in Ginny's hands.

"Apparently she's been siphoning off gold from the team's account." said Ginny scanning the article with apparent relish. "I wonder who'll replace her. It doesn't say." Just then, a large tawny owl swooped onto the window sill and tapped its beak against the glass.

"Good heavens!" shouted a very startled Mrs. Weasley. At the sound of the shriek Rose began to cry and Hermione stood up wearily to take the baby back from Harry.

George, however, interceded taking the little one into his arms saying, "Your Uncle Georgey knows just what you need, a little ride in the Dizzy Dumpling!" He unceremoniously plopped the wailing child into the egg-shaped rocker and tapped it with his wand. As soon as the dumpling got going, Rose's cries turned to whimpers and then just the odd hiccup. "Works like a charm!" he announced, grinning. Hermione shook her head in wonderment.

"Thank God for that thing." said Ron. The owl tapped again, impatiently.

"Well isn't anybody going to let him in?" asked Harry.

"Right you are, Harry." answered Mr. Weasley as he opened the window. The owl fluttered into the kitchen and landed on the table directly in front of Ginny. It held out it's leg as she untied the scroll of parchment then made its exit.

"What is it dear?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"Well," said Ginny slowly, a look of incredulous joy spreading across her face. "It seems as if the Harpies want me back…"

"But that's brilliant, Ginny!" shouted Harry, jubilantly. "And now Gwenog's gone it'll be even better than before."

"Speaking of out former captain," Ginny said conversationally, still looking at the letter, "there's something else."

"What is it?" asked Hermione.

"They're making me captain." Ginny said in a steady voice.

"No way." said Ron. Ginny just nodded, still in shock.

"And they're giving me a pay rise as an apology to make up for the time I've been off." Ginny added. She looked up at Harry as both of them tried to comprehend the good news. Suddenly Ginny gave a great whoop of joy and launched herself into Harry's arms. He spun her around in the tiny kitchen, trying not to bump anyone, but not really caring.

"Well this calls for a celebration!" said Mr. Weasley, reaching behind a cupboard for a bottle of firewhisky.

"I didn't know that was back there!" Mrs. Weasley looked at her husband sternly. Mr. Weasley turned slightly pink but said,

"Molly, don't spoil the moment."

"Oh, I suppose it's alright…" Mrs. Weasley hesitated, "but I dread to think what else you've got hidden away that I don't know about."

"I'll pour." offered George, getting out the glasses.

"Cheers, mate." said Ron, gratefully accepting the libation. Hermione took small sips of hers, but when a drink was offered to Ginny she turned it down. "What!" exclaimed Ron, "But we're toasting you, you've got to have one!" She and Harry looked at each other. Harry shrugged. All the family had paused to look at Ginny.

"Well, you see," she told them, "I won't be able to have a firewhisky for a while now 'cause… well, I'm pregnant." There was a moment of stunned silence, and then a reverberating thud.

"Molly!" Mr. Weasley cried. Mrs. Weasley had fainted dead away.