Thunder BOOMED. White lightning STRUCK. Causing it to scream bloody murder. The house elf jumped a little and was going to leave, but when Kreacher heard it cry. He looked at it with pity that he decided to stay for a bit until one of the gingers gets it. He snapped his fingers this time to cover himself from the rain. While apparting behind there brick fence. He peeked seeing the lights went on. One by One in the burrow. He sees the door opening founded by a tired middle age man waking up in a brownish red robe. He yawns wondering what was happening. It stopped crying and was startled by the man's yawn. "Godric's Beard. What's with all the cryin?" It was curious about the man in front of her. Arthur Weasley was rubbing his eyes for a second until finally seeing a baby wrapped in a green blanket laying in a brown basket with a note. He gasp "A baby?" Rubs his eyes again. "A BABY?!" The baby crys once more from the loud shout. "No no no. Shooo." Arthur picks the baby up ignoring the letter dropping inside the house. He hears his loving wife from inside. "Arthur, dear?" The fire place lit from Molly Weasley coming down the stairs in her 4 month pregnant belly with wild short hair lady wearing her nightie over her redish orange robe. He kicked the basket inside. He immediately brought the baby in from the cold. "Molly, can you hold the baby for me, please?"asks his wife. "What in Merlin's name? Why is there a babe on our door step in this weather?" Molly said worried so that Molly's eyebrows are scrunched up. He closes the door behind him. Kreacher apparates back to 12 Grimmauld Place.
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