A/N: hey people I know it's been about a million years since I've written
anything and I'm sorry. I was actually pregnant and lost the baby at two
months so you can image it was hard for me to write about Molly having baby
Bill. Anywho, I'm doing much better now. The dr. said we could try again
for another baby when ever we're ready and of course we're not stoppin'
till we get that Weasley 7. and I wrote a new chapter so yea for that.
I'm also going back and doing some re-writing so I may be reposting this
one at some time.
Enjoy.
* * *
Molly lay in the big oak bed holding her tiny little boy who was only hours old. This labor had gone much smoother than her first. She had been awake for the whole thing and her blood pressure had stayed within normal limits. Arthur sat beside her, cooing at their son. Across the room Sophie sat dozing in a rocking chair.
Dear Sophie, Molly thought, she had been staying with them for the last week so Molly could rest and she had just assisted with her first delivery. The midwife had already gone having other deliveries to attend to and had left Sophie to watch over the new parents and child.
Just then Molly thought she heard voices coming from the other room. "Now who could that be?" she wondered aloud.
"I'll go and check," Arthur said smiling. Of course he had done little but smile since he was introduced to his new son. He looked down at him now. "Now don't you go doing anything cute while I'm gone."
Arthur kissed his son and his wife and then went to investigate the noise. He returned after a few minutes and opened the door but Daphne pushed into the room ahead of him.
"Where's that nephew of mine?" She was followed by Arthur's mother Genevieve and Charlotte.
Charlotte had a sad sort of smile on her face. She hadn't been the same since the death of her twin nearly a year ago.
Molly handed off the baby to her mother-in-law.
"He certainly is a handsome little thing," said Genevieve, her eyes filling up with tears of joy. He was not her first grandchild but the first she was able to see and hold. Charlotte and Daphne stood on either side of her watching their new nephew stretch and open his eyes.
"Ah," Daphne gushed, "What's his name?"
Molly looked up at Arthur and then pointedly at Charlotte. "We were thinking of calling him Bill, if that would be . . ."
"It's perfect," Charlotte exclaimed before Molly could finish, "may I hold him?" She looked from her mother to Molly and then back to her mother.
Molly nodded and Genevieve reluctantly passed the baby to her eldest daughter.
"Good luck getting him back," said Daphne.
Charlotte gave her sister a frown and then looked lovingly down at the baby, "Welcome to the family, Bill Weasley."
"Oh, I'm sorry I must have dozed off," Sophie said stretching and getting up from her chair, "Hello Mrs. Weasley, Charlie, Daph."
"How are you Miss Clearwater?" Arthur's mother asked her.
"Very well, thank you Ma'am," Sophie answered, "but I think I will leave you all to your visiting." Sophie started towards the door and Charlotte took the rocking chair she had vacated.
"Oh, you're not going on our account I hope," said Genevieve.
"Oh no actually I was just . . ." Sophie stopped when they all heard another "pop" from the other room, "I'll just go see who that is."
They were silent until she returned saying, "Look who I found lurking about in the kitchen."
"I was most certainly not lurking about, Miss Clearwater," said none other than Albus Dumbledore as he made his usual grand entrance into the room, "Molly and Arthur I have just come to tell you," his eyes swept the room until he caught sight of the little bundle in Charlotte's arms, "Good gracious, he's arrived." Dumbledore crossed the room and knelt down beside the chair where Charlotte sat with the baby.
"His name is Bill," Charlotte told him.
"And a wonderful name it is for a wonderful little wizard. Uh, may I?" he asked, and Charlotte not being able to refuse her old professor handed the baby carefully to him. Dumbledore stood. "Wonderful indeed," he said smiling down at little Bill.
Molly had a bit of a flash back to a time when this man had held her first child just before she had to give Lily away. She had to stop herself from jumping up and screaming, 'No. You can't have him. He's mine.' But Dumbledore as if reading her thoughts said, "Look there, I think he wants his Mummy," and gave the baby back to her.
Molly breathed a sigh of relief at having her son back in her arms. She was remembering something else. Today was 11th May the exact day that . . .
"Professor, excuse me, I have to ask," Daphne said suddenly pulling Molly out of her thoughts.
"Ask away," said Dumbledore turning towards her.
"Well," she began looking around at everyone else in the room, "Edmond said this will be Dippet's last year as Headmaster. I was just wondering if you knew," she paused, "who would be taking his place."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, "It so happens, Daphne Weasley, that I do know the answer to that question and that is part of the reason why I have come today. The Board of Governors has met and it seems that they would like me to succeed Arriman Dippet as Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"That's wonderful, Professor."
"Congratulations."
Then they all heard yet another "pop".
"I'll go," Sophie said again rolling her eyes.
"We should really be going, too," Genevieve said.
"Ah, Mum, do we have to," Daphne complained as if she weren't 19 years old and out of school. Charlotte swatted her arm. "What," Daphne cried, "it's just that he's so cute." Charlotte ignored her sister this time and went to give Molly a hug and Bill a kiss on the head. Daphne followed her and then Genevieve. "We'll wee you soon dear."
On the way out the door the three Weasley women nearly ran into a short blond witch.
"Oh hello, excuse me," said Genevieve, "You were at the wedding weren't you? I'm sorry, I didn't get to meet all of Molly's friends."
"I'm Arabella Figg," Ms. Figg didn't correct her.
"Well it's good to meet you. We're off. Have a good visit."
Sophie poked her head in the door one last time too. "Goodbye, Mol, just owl me if you need anything."
Molly heard the four "pop"s as the four women apparated back to their homes and then she and Arthur were alone at last with Dumbledore and Ms. Figg.
"Do you have news of Lily?" Molly asked excitedly.
Arabella looked at Dumbledore who nodded for her to begin. "I'm sure you remember that today is Lily's birthday."
"Oh of course," Molly interrupted, "how could we forget? Oh and she has a little brother for her birthday. I wish she could see him." This last part Molly said mostly to herself but Arabella heard and was outraged.
"She most certainly will not see him!" she exclaimed.
Dumbledore cleared his throat obviously intending for Ms. Figg to calm herself.
"Of course," Molly said a little quieter, "I know she isn't to know she's a witch yet."
"She is showing signs of magic though," Arabella continued.
"Is she?" said Dumbledore, "I always knew she would, and just in time she'll be getting her Hogwarts letter next year." At this he winked at Arthur and Molly.
"Yes," said Arabella, "out of the corner of my eye I caught her turning the pages of a book with telepathy."
"Hey," Arthur exclaimed after being silent for so long, "I used to do that."
"And speaking of books," Arabella went on, "she loved the collection of Welsh Myths you sent for her."
"I knew she would," Molly said smiling.
"Oh and I have something to show you." Arabella took a wizarding photo out of her cloak and handed it to Molly. At first the picture looked dark to Molly and Arthur who was looking over one of her shoulders and Dumbledore who was looking over the other. But as they watched one by one ten candles were lit on a little cake. The candles illuminated two bright green eyes, a sweet smile, and two long red braids.
"She's beautiful," Arthur choked back a few tears.
"And so grown up," Molly sighed. "Bill this is your sister Lily. You probably won't ever get to meet her but I'm sure you would have loved her and she would have loved you."
* * *
Molly lay in the big oak bed holding her tiny little boy who was only hours old. This labor had gone much smoother than her first. She had been awake for the whole thing and her blood pressure had stayed within normal limits. Arthur sat beside her, cooing at their son. Across the room Sophie sat dozing in a rocking chair.
Dear Sophie, Molly thought, she had been staying with them for the last week so Molly could rest and she had just assisted with her first delivery. The midwife had already gone having other deliveries to attend to and had left Sophie to watch over the new parents and child.
Just then Molly thought she heard voices coming from the other room. "Now who could that be?" she wondered aloud.
"I'll go and check," Arthur said smiling. Of course he had done little but smile since he was introduced to his new son. He looked down at him now. "Now don't you go doing anything cute while I'm gone."
Arthur kissed his son and his wife and then went to investigate the noise. He returned after a few minutes and opened the door but Daphne pushed into the room ahead of him.
"Where's that nephew of mine?" She was followed by Arthur's mother Genevieve and Charlotte.
Charlotte had a sad sort of smile on her face. She hadn't been the same since the death of her twin nearly a year ago.
Molly handed off the baby to her mother-in-law.
"He certainly is a handsome little thing," said Genevieve, her eyes filling up with tears of joy. He was not her first grandchild but the first she was able to see and hold. Charlotte and Daphne stood on either side of her watching their new nephew stretch and open his eyes.
"Ah," Daphne gushed, "What's his name?"
Molly looked up at Arthur and then pointedly at Charlotte. "We were thinking of calling him Bill, if that would be . . ."
"It's perfect," Charlotte exclaimed before Molly could finish, "may I hold him?" She looked from her mother to Molly and then back to her mother.
Molly nodded and Genevieve reluctantly passed the baby to her eldest daughter.
"Good luck getting him back," said Daphne.
Charlotte gave her sister a frown and then looked lovingly down at the baby, "Welcome to the family, Bill Weasley."
"Oh, I'm sorry I must have dozed off," Sophie said stretching and getting up from her chair, "Hello Mrs. Weasley, Charlie, Daph."
"How are you Miss Clearwater?" Arthur's mother asked her.
"Very well, thank you Ma'am," Sophie answered, "but I think I will leave you all to your visiting." Sophie started towards the door and Charlotte took the rocking chair she had vacated.
"Oh, you're not going on our account I hope," said Genevieve.
"Oh no actually I was just . . ." Sophie stopped when they all heard another "pop" from the other room, "I'll just go see who that is."
They were silent until she returned saying, "Look who I found lurking about in the kitchen."
"I was most certainly not lurking about, Miss Clearwater," said none other than Albus Dumbledore as he made his usual grand entrance into the room, "Molly and Arthur I have just come to tell you," his eyes swept the room until he caught sight of the little bundle in Charlotte's arms, "Good gracious, he's arrived." Dumbledore crossed the room and knelt down beside the chair where Charlotte sat with the baby.
"His name is Bill," Charlotte told him.
"And a wonderful name it is for a wonderful little wizard. Uh, may I?" he asked, and Charlotte not being able to refuse her old professor handed the baby carefully to him. Dumbledore stood. "Wonderful indeed," he said smiling down at little Bill.
Molly had a bit of a flash back to a time when this man had held her first child just before she had to give Lily away. She had to stop herself from jumping up and screaming, 'No. You can't have him. He's mine.' But Dumbledore as if reading her thoughts said, "Look there, I think he wants his Mummy," and gave the baby back to her.
Molly breathed a sigh of relief at having her son back in her arms. She was remembering something else. Today was 11th May the exact day that . . .
"Professor, excuse me, I have to ask," Daphne said suddenly pulling Molly out of her thoughts.
"Ask away," said Dumbledore turning towards her.
"Well," she began looking around at everyone else in the room, "Edmond said this will be Dippet's last year as Headmaster. I was just wondering if you knew," she paused, "who would be taking his place."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, "It so happens, Daphne Weasley, that I do know the answer to that question and that is part of the reason why I have come today. The Board of Governors has met and it seems that they would like me to succeed Arriman Dippet as Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"That's wonderful, Professor."
"Congratulations."
Then they all heard yet another "pop".
"I'll go," Sophie said again rolling her eyes.
"We should really be going, too," Genevieve said.
"Ah, Mum, do we have to," Daphne complained as if she weren't 19 years old and out of school. Charlotte swatted her arm. "What," Daphne cried, "it's just that he's so cute." Charlotte ignored her sister this time and went to give Molly a hug and Bill a kiss on the head. Daphne followed her and then Genevieve. "We'll wee you soon dear."
On the way out the door the three Weasley women nearly ran into a short blond witch.
"Oh hello, excuse me," said Genevieve, "You were at the wedding weren't you? I'm sorry, I didn't get to meet all of Molly's friends."
"I'm Arabella Figg," Ms. Figg didn't correct her.
"Well it's good to meet you. We're off. Have a good visit."
Sophie poked her head in the door one last time too. "Goodbye, Mol, just owl me if you need anything."
Molly heard the four "pop"s as the four women apparated back to their homes and then she and Arthur were alone at last with Dumbledore and Ms. Figg.
"Do you have news of Lily?" Molly asked excitedly.
Arabella looked at Dumbledore who nodded for her to begin. "I'm sure you remember that today is Lily's birthday."
"Oh of course," Molly interrupted, "how could we forget? Oh and she has a little brother for her birthday. I wish she could see him." This last part Molly said mostly to herself but Arabella heard and was outraged.
"She most certainly will not see him!" she exclaimed.
Dumbledore cleared his throat obviously intending for Ms. Figg to calm herself.
"Of course," Molly said a little quieter, "I know she isn't to know she's a witch yet."
"She is showing signs of magic though," Arabella continued.
"Is she?" said Dumbledore, "I always knew she would, and just in time she'll be getting her Hogwarts letter next year." At this he winked at Arthur and Molly.
"Yes," said Arabella, "out of the corner of my eye I caught her turning the pages of a book with telepathy."
"Hey," Arthur exclaimed after being silent for so long, "I used to do that."
"And speaking of books," Arabella went on, "she loved the collection of Welsh Myths you sent for her."
"I knew she would," Molly said smiling.
"Oh and I have something to show you." Arabella took a wizarding photo out of her cloak and handed it to Molly. At first the picture looked dark to Molly and Arthur who was looking over one of her shoulders and Dumbledore who was looking over the other. But as they watched one by one ten candles were lit on a little cake. The candles illuminated two bright green eyes, a sweet smile, and two long red braids.
"She's beautiful," Arthur choked back a few tears.
"And so grown up," Molly sighed. "Bill this is your sister Lily. You probably won't ever get to meet her but I'm sure you would have loved her and she would have loved you."