Sound - and loads of it - was not new to the Burrow, but tonight was especially noisy with the birth of Arthur and Molly’s newest grandchild.

Ron was exhausted. Hermione hadn’t been sleeping at all lately, and she had been in labor for nearly thirteen hours, all of which Ron had struggled through with her. He was so relieved. She was fine and the ( Read more... )

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“You want another one?” Ron gestured at Harry with his wand. Holding up his empty butterbeer bottle, Harry nodded.

“I appreciate what you both want to do,” said Hermione, “but I’m going on my own.  I’ll be fine.”

Ron rounded on her, butterbeers forgotten. “The hell you are. Are you mental? There are still Death Eaters out there, you know. No,” he ( Read more... )