The Other Weasley || lightning era
Molly Weasley sat alone at the kitchen table. The young house creaked and groaned as it settled into the ground. Her eyes cast downward, staring at the folded parchment in her lap. The impressive seal of St. Mungo's taunted her, tempted her to rip it apart and read the news she had been anticipating all day.
But she waited.
The grandfather clock, modified by the witch herself, suddenly sprung alive. A hand moved across two planes before settling on a familiar one. Arthur Weasley was home. She held her breath as he strolled through the door. His excitement clear on his face. Upon spotting his wife he all but ran to her and kneeled beside her.
"Molly wobbles," he began studying her face for anything that meant bad news. In the most unlike Molly fashion she handled him the letter silently. Arthur gulped, his brow suddenly sweating and his hands shaking. He gripped the letter and pulled it open with haste. It took him all of two seconds for a wide smile to appear on his face.
"You're pregnant," he blurted out, his voice barley above a whisper. Molly finally allowed herself to return to character. She grinned as tears grew in her eyes. She stood from the table, a small laugh bubbling from her mouth.
Arthur's eyes suddenly widened as he read on. Molly's smile slid off her face in an instant.
"Triplets," he mumbled. Molly's eyes furrowed, a hand coming to her stomach unconsciously. "We're having triplets"
This time when their eyes met they looked in shock. Silence fell along the couple as the weight of the words settled in.
Molly was the first to make a sound. Her gleeful laugh echoed in the silent kitchen. She drew Arthur close to her, gripping his shoulders as she hugged him tightly. He laughed too, tears growing in both their eyes.
The Weasley family was going to grow from five to eight.