Without giving to much away writing this chapter was very much like stepping into a mindfield, even now I'm half expecting it to blow up in my face so I'll apologize in advance and hope that I've done the content justice as I'm still on the rocks to that answer.

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Molly Weasley was currently the happiest she'd been for a long time, since losing her brothers, since losing her friends, probably since the war first started.

Oh things weren't perfect, the war was still on going, there were reports of more muggle deaths which led to a not quite fear that they were just one more killing away from the Stature of Secrecy being irrevocably broken and she still worried constantly about those most at risk of being targeted.

The lack of news from some families like the Potters and Longbottoms who were rumored to have gone into hiding was disconcerting to say the least even if she understood their reasons.

Okay so maybe 'happy' was a stretch but she was certainly at her most content.

The reason for this was she was still riding high from the two not so new additions to her not so little family.

Ronald and Septima Weasley.

Twins.

One boy and one girl.

One son and one daughter.

Yes it had taken a while for that part to fully sink in. The first few months after the birth she'd been too busy fretting over how they would manage with the two new additions, there had been much to consider. After all Fred and George were still toddlers and Percy bless his soul, for all he hardly ever broke the rules was still only four much too young to be without complete supervision.

Bill and Charlie could be trusted to at least behave but they certainly couldn't be expected to take care of the others and Arthur had work.

Originally when planning for just one new born they figured she would have it under control as she would of carried them around with her whilst keeping the youngest of her brood in the living room and under her watchful eye for any mishaps.

Dealing with two new-borns was different.

She'd be rushed off her feet. Getting one baby to sleep was hard enough, getting two would be a nightmare and just how could she feed/carry them both at the same time as well as keep an eye on the rest of them?

So she had every right to worry after her initial, "awwwww, these are my babies, aren't they adorable, oh I love them already" glee had worn down.

In the end however it had all worked out.

Arthur was now working from home which made dealing with the kids a lot easier.

With the war on going the ministry was doing everything it could to keep its populace safe. In general she thought they were doing a pretty bad job of it but every so often they had a clever idea, which was probably the only reason there wasn't a more wide spread panic.

In all his wisdom the minister of magic had decided to lend his support and "protect those most at peril in these trying times" which put the Weasley family near the top of that list. As so called "blood traitors" they were already at risk and when one took into consideration Arthur's job even the ministry couldn't deny they were a probable target.

Therefore Arthur was working from home, receiving work through the Floo-network which was heavily warded with help from the Order since the ministry had only gone as far as to monitor their owl post which was nowhere near an acceptable level of "necessary precaution" as far as she was concerned.

Anyways all in all this had left Molly reasonably content.

Her family, including Arthur were now at home where she could keep an eye on them.

They were safe or as safe as they could be and considering how much worse they could have it this was more than good enough to keep her in lighter spirits despite her distant worries.

Now a full year after the birth of the twins with no personal disaster striking in between, which was nothing short of a miracle all things considered she found herself hesitantly beginning to relax into domestic life.

This did not mean she forgot about the war, Arthur's occasional liaison with the Order insured that as well as her own natural worrying however she felt a little bit more assured where her little one's were concerned.

Well to a point.

Even without the war she was certain her children would find ways to cause her worry, intentional or not.

Two in particular would not leave her thoughts.

William and Septima.

Yes Fred and George caused her grief, they'd not long celebrated their third birthday in April which had only just been the other month and the cake fiasco was still forbidden from being mentioned however that was the sort of stress she could handle.

What she could not handle was the uncertainty she held towards her eldest and youngest for two very different reasons.

William was perhaps both the more pressing worry and the easiest if only for how straight forward it was. The problem was Bill's age and what it meant.

Bill had turned ten last December which meant he would be turning eleven this year. Luckily for her heart Hogwarts started in September which meant Bill would be to young to join this year however she was worried about next.

The war was showing no signs of going away soon and if things kept up she'd have no choice but to send her baby out into a dangerous world and more worryingly away from her reach.

1982, the year he would start Hogwarts, the year which would repeat itself in her head if only to remind her that she was running out of time.

It wasn't that she didn't trust the school, she knew it had powerful wards set up however she could not fool herself into thinking that the children of Death Eaters would not be attending and that they wouldn't pose a threat to her son.

It was May now, which meant seven more months till New Year, which meant nine more months till term started for her first born.

She could only pray the war would end before then.

Her problem with Septima was a little more complicated as it was less of an actual worry and more of a possible concern.

It was all to do with her daughter's development.

Before Ronald and Septima came along she had already given birth five times and borrowed more books on babies than was probably required during her first pregnancy alone, so she felt quite confident that she was familiar with the average stages a child should be at for their age when it comes to personal growth.

Ronald followed the expectant parameters she had come to know.

Septima did not.

Her daughter displayed a higher ability to grasp certain concepts which was made even clearer when compared against Ron.

This in itself was not an issue; she could just be a little bit quicker in some areas. Sure she had grasped crawling at six months when it took Ron eight but that wasn't really a bad thing.

On average babies tend to crawl around seven to ten months so being a little early wasn't really a concern. Percy and Bill had gotten it at the very end of seven months, Charlie eight like Ron and Fred and George had been one of the earliest at two weeks into seven months so naturally she wasn't too worried.

In fact she half expected Septima to grasp it before Ron after having witnessed all the wriggling about she did at tummy time which had made for quite an amusing sight. Not only that but personally seeing her daughter sitting up on her own at three months had already given her a clue about what to expect.

However the main problem struck when she observed her daughter's behavior in general and her worrying lack of enthusiasm regarding certain social developments.

All of her children had started babbling around three months old. Ronald had started halfway through exactly, spewing out meaningless noises whenever he got too excited or was upset by something.

Septima on the other hand seemed almost reluctant to, in fact the few times she had made a sound her face would scrunch up as if she was displeased with what was coming out and she would promptly shut up.

Any attempts at engaging her further would result in her going back to sleep or in a couple of notable occasions rolling away from you.

Arthur had not found it nearly as funny when it had happened to him.

In fact they'd both been quite worried with how much their daughter had slept in the beginning, not just when she was sulking.

While Ron was awake and enjoying being made faces at or played with by herself and Arthur Septima spent most her time oblivious to what was going on around her. Even when she was awake sometimes Molly would have to get right in her face in order to get the girl's attention.

It had been most puzzling as well upsetting, this was the daughter they'd been waiting for and even if she wasn't the fact that she had been barely engaging those first few months had left her in a constant state of uneasiness.

What if there was something wrong and they hadn't taken action?

What if their daughter wanted to reach out to them but something was stopping her?

What if she was relying on them to help but they just weren't picking up the right signals?

Arthur bless him was a constant source of reassurance during this time; his promises that they "would get through this" went a long way in comforting her.

He also created many schemes to trick their daughter into reacting to them, he'd do all sorts of stunts including a light tickling charm to startle a laugh out of her. It was only the realization that the tickle charm incident was the first time their daughter had laughed which made her all the more aware that something was not right with her youngest.

A part of her was worried that in exchange for her heightened intelligence, their daughter would be left socially behind.

As proud as she was of her daughter's achievements and who wouldn't be when she blew all of them away when they caught her tottering about the length of the coffee table by using it as a support at the age of nine months, she would rather Septima be average if it meant she would act more like her siblings.

Molly didn't mind that her daughter was different, truthfully she would accept her children no matter what however she worried that Septima might struggle to fit in when she was older if this kept up and progressed into something worse.

She didn't want any of her children to be friendless or feel alone.

Still it may not come to that as Arthur's schemes had been working and ever since he started doing "magic tricks" for her and Ron's entertainment she seemed to smile more, even if she did make a face whenever she let out an unintentional babble of joy.

In addition to this there had been a vast leap of progress ever since she had started talking the odd word clearly.

Ronald was actually first to say his first words "Daddy and Hung-gee" which was both disappointing and adorable. She'd half wanted 'Mummy' to be his first words but she guessed it was okay seeing as Bill, Percy and the twins had called her Mummy first so she supposed it was nice that Arthur could have more than just Charlie saying "Daddy" first.

Ron's inability to say hungry and the fact of all words he'd picked up that was simply the funniest thing she'd heard all year and even her three eldest would snigger when he shouted it at random intervals.

Septima's first words had taken both her and Arthur by surprise as it had been neither of their names and instead something they didn't even consider.

It had been late one evening when both Charlie and Percy had come into the living room with Tales of the Beadle and the Bard and were demanding that either Arthur or she read it to them.

Arthur was reading the newspaper in his chair whilst she was sitting feeding Ron some milk, Fred and George had fallen asleep in the playpen and Bill was currently sitting next to her with Septima in his lap who was waiting for her turn from the bottle.

William had taken his responsibilities as a big brother seriously with all except possibly Charlie as they were close in age and sometimes he seemed to forget that he was the older one. With everyone else though he gained a brief glimpse of maturity as he tried to act like the perfect big brother, something Percy was beginning to start emulate towards both sets of twins.

William having never had a sister before and being of the understanding that girls, especially little ones were supposed to be more "softer" than little boys had decided to be extra attentive when it came to Septima.

She'd caught him more than once pick up Ronald if only to get him to stop harassing his twin by shoving his hand in her face. That is not to say he didn't watch out for Ronald, she'd had a very stern talking with him explaining why it was important to make sure Ron felt equally cared for.

He'd handled it with far more understanding than she'd expected which made her wonder if he'd ever been jealous of his brothers in order to understand why exactly it was necessary Ron didn't feel neglected.

Either way she'd been particularly proud of him by the end of that particular chat.

Anyways that was why William was helping her out that night with feeding his two youngest siblings when both Charlie and Percy made their entrance.

Of course Arthur was more than willing to participate in story time however he allowed it to drag out a little while pretending to consider it, he probably found their continued pleas at him to read for them amusing.

That was when a high pitched chirp interrupted them with not a plea but a clear demand due to the tone to "Read!"

In disbelief she'd paused in her feeding, looking to Bill who was not the culprit and instead directing her gaze to the infant on his lap.

"Did she just…?" Charlie was the one to ask, his own look of astonishment fading between one blink and the next.

"Story. Read." Were the next two words chirped and if she hadn't been so distracted she might have laughed at the fact Arthur was actually gaping.

"Mum! She spoke! Did you hear that? She spoke!" Percy exclaimed just as Bill let out a chuckle of amusement.

"Oh Arthur!" she couldn't help gushing as he stood from his chair to take Septima from William and into his arms.

"Well done Sweetheart! Well done. Oh you're such a clever girl!" He cooed before blowing a raspberry onto her cheek and making her laugh.

Another trick of his he'd come up with to stop her fussing whenever you tried to gush over her.

Septima's giggles had lit up the room and her own heart had seemed to swell in affection while Arthur declared that he would read "every book in the house" much to her disapproval and Percy's delight.

So yeah, Septima's first words were not what they were expecting but they were certainly memorable.

They were both disappointed that despite having turned one two months ago in March she had still yet to say mum and dad.

It was like if she couldn't pronounce the names properly she refused to speak them, she was positive she'd heard her babbling what sounded like; up, food, yes, no and some other words which while easily identifiable weren't always clearly spoken.

When she had made her presence known however Septima was silent and instead had grinned up at her with a little "Hello" which was one of the few words she had managed to pronounce.

So yes while Septima was improving compared to what she had been, sleeping less, being more aware, and engaging without prompts she still would occasionally zone out and remained reluctant in playing with her brothers.

Arthur called her "our little enigma" at the fact she was both advanced and behind certain standards of norm and was able to ignore or disregard most of her quirks.

Molly didn't mind the quirks, all of her children had them but she wasn't quite yet ready to let the matter as a whole go as Arthur was.

So as a whole she was worried for William and was on the fence if she should be so for Septima, she was certainly concerned but she'd been reliably informed of her tendency's to fret so that was up in the air.

Currently she was preparing to head out to St Mungo's leaving the children in Arthur's and Muriel's care once she arrived here.

She wouldn't be gone for long but she felt more reassured with two sets of eyes on the kids while she was gone.

Her menstrual cycle had started again at the beginning of this month and she was concerned over why the contraceptive spell which should have prevented it in the first place seemed to have failed. She was worried over how long it had been down for so she had booked an appointment to discuss it and hopefully get it sorted as soon as possible.

Now it was the 3rd of May and her appointment was for ten so she was preparing to Floo there.

Muriel showed up just as she finished doing up her cloak so with a last round of kissed she made her way into the fire place and headed off to her destination.

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When Arthur had gotten a Floo call from St Mungo's but twenty minutes after his wife left and ten minutes after Muriel had finally stopped nagging him he knew something was wrong.

The healer hadn't given away much just that his presence was required immediately in the Magical diseases ward of all places before the connection had been cut loose.

Magical diseases.

She had only went there to talk about contraceptives.

Bloody hell.

The great thing about Muriel was that for all her criticisms and there were many this he knew for a fact, she was also very loyal and very reliable in a crisis.

So when he turned away from the fire to retrieve his things he didn't really know why he was surprised to find her already passing him his boots with his cloak over one arm ready for be handed over afterwards.

What he did know was that he had never been more grateful, especially when she reassured him about looking after the kids while he was away. Luckily for him his eldest three who would have know something was wrong were currently upstairs in their bedrooms.

Well it was less luck and more they'd hidden away after hearing about their aunt's visit but still it worked in his favor.

Fred, George, Ron and Septima were all currently in the playpen together as the youngest twins were now old enough to play with the three years old without having to fear for broken limbs after being treated like dolls.

They'd all stopped in their play to watch him curiously as he finished putting on his cloak and he quickly made his way over to them to give them a reassuring kiss on the cheek. Fred and George both giggled and gave him sloppy kisses back, Ron gave him a gummy smile and Septima did not pull away or make a face which he counted as a win.

In fact as he went to stand back from her he was surprised when a tug at the front of his cloak made him pause to see a tiny hand gripping the material.

While Septima didn't discourage his efforts to engage with her any more she certainly didn't initiate any affectionate gestures other than the odd smile or when she would clutch at him after a nightmare so this was real progress.

It was just too bad he didn't have time for her right now. Molly needed him.

Enveloping her small body in his arms he picked her up and hugged her to his chest whilst letting out a wry chuckle. When he felt her hand loosen and looked down to see a curious expression on her face while a part of him melted the more responsible part of him was already prompting him to take the chance to hand her over to Muriel who had her arms out waiting.

The moment he did so and stepped away towards the fire he heard her start to kick up a fuss, keeping his back to them so as to hide his smile of amusement at both Septima's tantrum and Muriel's attempt at handling it he accessed the fire place and made his way to the hospital.

Which is how he found himself here, in a private room trying to comfort a distraught Molly while half wondering what in Godric's name was going on.

He'd never seen Molly like this.

Usually when Molly was upset she'd react expressively. Her temper was explosive and even her general upset was very, very loud. Something he reckoned everyone but Percy had inherited.

Now he was faced with a quiet Molly who if he didn't know any better he would say was in a state of shock.

Her eyes were red but she was so very, almost forcefully still.

He wanted answers.

He wished he had never gotten them.

The Healer explained to him that Molly had contracted a disease; at first he didn't understand the problem.

The disease would focus on the brain, more importantly the limbic system most commonly known to most wizarding folk as their magical core. As it was a magical disease it would only corrupt a person's magic however since it targeted the core which was in such a delicate place biologically the backlash of rebelling magic could have devastating results.

The only reason Arthur wasn't worried when the healer first began discussing it was because it didn't affect adult wizards, in fact it rarely affected any magic folk because maternal wards kept those at risk of getting it from being effected.

Then Arthur had a thought, in Molly's last pregnancy the maternal wards had been breached, had that had some sort of repercussion on Molly?

Wild ideas such as all the diseases Molly had been blocking from the twins being rebounded back onto her sprang into his mind and the only thing holding him together was the healer's continued explanation and the hope that he was wrong.

He was wrong but it was not a relief as he thought it might have been, the truth was much worse.

So he'd been told what had happened.

How Molly had gone from talking about contraceptives, to magical diseases.

Why Molly was so upset.

The contraceptive had indeed stopped working as she'd suspected.

Only her bleeding wasn't her period returning.

They'd miscarried.

He didn't know when he first started tearing up but he felt the water slide down his face as the Healer began to give him her condolences.

He had lost a child.

A child they didn't even know about.

And she was sorry!

What was she sorry for!

Was she sorry that the contraceptive charm that was supposed to prevent this from happening had failed?

Was she sorry that the maternal wards that should have prevented the unborn child from catching the disease in the first place had been broken down due to the spells used to help deliver their last child?

Was she sorry that because they hadn't been planning on having any more children that they hadn't thought to have the healer check the wards after their last birth and make sure there were no lingering traces of foreign magic to prevent them from reforming should they conceive again?

Was she sorry that the shields had failed and their poor, poor unborn child didn't even have a chance to fight off the disease and magical backlash had caused haemorrhaging in their brain?

Just what was she sorry for!

Perhaps it was for her stupid, thoughtless, naive comment that the baby wouldn't have suffered because it would have been quick?

As if that would somehow make it better, as if it would somehow stop his blood's erratic pounding through his veins and his heart from yelling in silent anguish for the child he was only now finding out about.

What were they supposed to do now?

Where did they go from here?

How was he supposed to handle this?

Dear Merlin, how could it hurt so much to lose something he'd never even had?

He didn't even realize he was having a panic attack until the distinct taste of a calming draught was being fed through his lips and Molly had finally, finally began to move if only to comfort him.

Molly…

The tears began to fall in earnest as he clung to his wife trying to comfort her whilst simultaneously trying to leach the same warmth from her arms.

Then in the midst of their grieving the healer cautiously interrupted them and somehow managed to deliver an even bigger blow.

The worst was yet to pass.

The baby still had to be delivered.

The next few hours were hell.

The procedure itself was relatively simple but the aftermath left him drained and just so very tired…

The baby had been 21 weeks, how Molly hadn't been showing was once again beyond him, maybe it was whatever prevented them from assuming two infants last time.

Apparently as the healer so helpfully informed them sex organs develop around 7 weeks.

Gender can be identified by 16-18 weeks.

A second daughter.

That's who he had lost.

Somehow it made it more real, more painful.

They'd lost a child; they'd lost a daughter, a daughter who had never even been around enough to be named.

They'd also been informed that they were under no legal obligation to register the child as they were under 24 weeks.

His magic exploded from him in a violet rush which toppled over one of the filing cabinets and shook the magically reinforced windows.

It appeared the room had been designed with the intention of being a place to deliver potentially devastating news hence the precautions taken against such forms of accidental magic.

Of course he wanted to name her! To acknowledge her!

Molly had recovered her voice at this outlandish suggestion enough to chew her out while he fought to regain his control.

Rather than be torn down further at the news they saw it as something to focus, this at the very least was something, perhaps the only thing they could do for their child.

It went unspoken between them but they didn't need words to come to this understanding.

They named her Ginevra.

Their little Ginny, the name Molly had confided in him that she had considered naming their first daughter before accepting his own proposal. Apparently it felt right to name their final child this.

Another part of the reason they were there for so long was Molly adamantly refusing not to leave until she had her tubes tied.

She refused to allow herself this sort of pain ever again, it was already a wound that would never heal, too suffer another would surely bleed them dry.

In the end the real thing that broke him was holding her.

They'd been given the option not to of course but they had both been in Gryffindor, there was no way they could refuse.

She was so small in his arms, so tiny… he'd been terrified she would look deformed or…or frightened like she had suffered…

Instead she looked so very peaceful, he could almost trick himself into thinking she was sleeping.

That was the moment he broke and something inside of him shriveled up.

A part of him detached from the scene and he handed over the child to Molly before stepping towards the new attendants to sort out the details.

Molly would be remaining here whilst he went home to inform Muriel so she could comfort Molly while he thought of something to tell the kids.

The kids…

Five of them were too young to understand, Percy may be turning five this year but he still didn't think he would truly grasp what had happened.

Merlin he didn't think Bill and Charlie would even fully comprehend… or maybe he just didn't want to tell them… He didn't want them to hurt, to feel this pain… nine going on ten, seven going on eight… how could they possibly be ready to handle such news?

But he would have to say something, this wasn't the sort of thing he could just cover up… well he could but he wouldn't.

He would not deny any of his children the right to be known, he would not hide a sibling from them like they were something to be ashamed of, he loved all his children equally.

All. Of. Them.

Once he had thought he could never imagine not loving any of his children.

Now a tiny, selfish part of his brain really wished he could. Oh he berated himself for thinking it but the thought never the less still crossed his mind, the small part of himself that would wish anything to be rid of this pain.

The small foot print they had magically molded as well as the memorial he was already planning on having arranged was all the morphine he was allowed and it just wasn't enough…

Stepping back into the fire place, he wished the flames were hot enough to repel the numbing cold that enveloped him as he prepared to make the journey home.

The ongoing war was far from his thoughts.

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I am so sorry for doing this but the majority vote was against Ginny rather than for. I hope I didn't offend anyone, I tried to approach the topic as respectfully as I could and I did do some research on it to try and make it sound correct. This isn't just a way for me to throw in pointless angst, this was me portraying respect for a character who no longer served a purpose without completely neglecting her.

Better to have lived and died than never to have existed at all.

Now to attempt to reassure those of you who wanted Ginny.

First of all just because she isn't in this doesn't mean Septima's going to take her role. I noticed that some reviewers no matter if they were for or against Ginny being in the fic seemed to be under the impression that Septima is basically going to be Ginny but with a different name. This is not true. She is not a cuckoo bird nor do I have some masterplan to make her Mrs Potter or Mrs anyone really. I might consider ship teasing her with people but it is highly unlikely I would ever put her together with any one never mind Harry. Sure one sided crushes are possible but from Septima's point of view they are nothing but children to her.

Secondly to those worried about the chamber, I plan to slowly corrode away cannon before utterly demolishing it. This is me saying I've already thought of several idea's to deal with this my only issue is choosing the correct one. Who says Septima will retrieve the diary? I certainly didn't.

Thirdly, since to Septima most of her female friends (to some degree) will be mostly viewed as 'little sisters' in comparison I don't think Ginny is needed to give her that experience, her empathy has it covered.

Fourthly the thing about cannon is that Molly Weasley had no more children after Ginny I was under the presumption that this was because the only reason she kept on having more children in the first place was because she wanted a girl and therefore stopped when Ginny was born. A lot of people disagreed and thought even with Septima they might still try for one more. It is okay to think this and I promise you that despite my own opinion on the matter I am not deliberately excluding Ginny. I went with what the majority of the reviews approved of and this was my answer.

A lot of you couldn't see why she couldn't be born so I made her at very least exist, I know in some aspects this may seem crueler but it was as much of a compromise as I could come to without going against majority rules.

Any ways I know I said I would spend less time on the baby years but I felt like the whole 'dealing with Ginny issue' no matter the outcome needed its own chapter. Oh and the who limbic system being magical core I know isn't cannon however I have my own head cannon regarding this so that's what I'm going with, if magic is hereditary their surely there were other biological factors.