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A/N: Hello everyone, I hope you like my story. I've been told countless times that my grammar isn't the best, I know this, and I've tried to correct most of the problems I can see. I hope you stick with me; I promise the chapters get better as you go. The first three chapters go pretty fast, and I'm sorry about that, but they slow down a little after that. This is my first story, please be kind! Happy Reading!

Prologue

The normally very loud house was quiet that day, the boys were all outside playing some muggle game of 'tag' and Arthur finally got young Ronald asleep. Ready for a quiet day, maybe he could get Molly to rest for a while. She's been running around ever since she gave birth to Ron, trying to keep the other children under control. As he made his way from his room he heard Molly's excited voice call for him.

"Arthur! You'll never believe it! I'm pregnant!" exclaimed a very excited Molly Weasley.

"Are you sure, love?" Arthur asked hesitantly, it was well known that Molly couldn't have any more children; they were lucky she could carry Ron full term. When she had the twins, the healers all warned them how dangerous it was for her to keep having children, because she had too much scare tissue. When Ron was born they did a muggle procedure to make sure she couldn't have any more children.

"Of course I am. I've had 6 other children. Honestly!"

"I know you have, but I thought the med witch said that after Ron you couldn't successfully carry another child…"

"Oh Arthur, I know but it's a girl I know it. Lets go to St Mungo's and talk to them."


The Healer walked into the room where Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were waiting to be seen. After Molly told him that she was pregnant, he ran his wand over her stomach, to see if she truly was pregnant. To his surprise he found, she was. That can't be? We… well I guess muggles don't know everything, this is going to drive Molly up a wall when she find out what she's going to have to do…
The Healer walked into the room where Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were waiting to be seen. After Molly him that she was pregnant, he ran his wand over her stomach, to see if she truly was pregnant. To his surprise he found, she was.

"Mrs. Weasley, you are two weeks pregnant, b-"

"See Arthur I told you, I was pregnant." Molly's smile lit the room.

"Yes you did, love." Arthur knew that she was right, she always was about the children, but he was worried. Something wasn't right…

"But I'm afraid there's some bad news…" Arthur watched as Molly paled drastically. Arthur nodded for him to continue unable to find his voice. "There's a fifty, fifty chance the baby won't make it to full term. Mrs. Weasley you will have to be bed ridden for the rest of your pregnancy."

"But, what about my other children, Arthur will be at the Ministry. Who's going to take care of the children if I'm bed ridden?" Molly pleaded.

The Healer signed "I'm sorry Molly but this is the only way to make sure your child will make it to full term, there are so many dangers as it is. If you don't stay in bed, we might lose you both. I don't think you truly understand how much danger you and your child is in."

"We understand." Arthur said he knew he knew something it wasn't all right. He was worried about Molly, maybe they could make it, but he wouldn't lose Molly even if it meant, losing the child.

"Alright… is that all?" Molly's voice was barely above a whisper; she wouldn't lose this child, even if it meant losing her life for it.

"Yes, but we will send over a med witch every week 'til the end of your first term then every two weeks then after, just to make sure the both of you are healthy and fine."


Molly sat in bed trying to figure out a way to help her baby, and family. There has to be something I can do. I won't lose her I wont! What was it that mum use to tell me? Oh yes…whenever you're in need, and can't find the answers in your own head pray to the goddess' for help, they will hear you. Will prayer work this time though? It never really worked before, but then she always did pray for silly things. Oh well it's worth a try… "Here it goes… Goddess' above please grant me my plea. Help me to carry my child into this world, help me to give her a painless and harmless birth. Let her be strong and healthy. Please…" help me. With a defeated sign Molly went to sleep with a hand protectively over her unborn baby.
Molly sat in bed trying to figure out a way to help her baby, and family. "Here it goes… Goddess' above please grant me my plea. Help me to carry my child into this world, help me to give her a painless and harmless birth. Let her be strong and healthy. Please…" With a defeated sign Molly went to sleep with a hand protectively over her unborn baby.
Looking around all Molly could see were tall thick trees, wild animals running around they seemed unafraid of Molly's presence. Must be in a forest. Wonder where that path leads… Slowly she made her way down the long path, along the path flowers and bushes of all kinds were scattered around. She couldn't help but love the untamed land. Soon she was unsure if she really should have taken the path, ready to turn back, Molly saw a clearing. The waterfall that fell to the side of the cleaning had a vase amount of vegetation growing, and the grass was greener than any Molly had ever seen. It so beautiful! She sat in the clearing enjoy her surroundings. It's so peaceful here…

"Thank you, my child." said a kind airy voice.

"Oh my! Who are you?" asked a slightly scared Molly.

"You asked for my help, and I am here."

"I don't understand."

"Tonight, you asked for help with your pregnancy, and that's why I'm here. I'm the Goddess Artemis, and I'm the only one willing to make your pregnancy as you wished. Painless and harmless for the baby, she will be strong and healthy as well."

"Thank you, oh thank you."

"Don't thank me yet. There are a few things I must ask of you. First I would like her to be named after myself, not Artemis, no. Diana. She will be a daughter to myself. Your daughter will be as my own. If I do this for you and her, she will be given part of myself. Is that alright with you Molly."

"Yes, of course yes… wait will she be your daughter and not mine then?" Molly always wanted a daughter, and she wasn't ready to give her up.

"No, Molly, she will still be your daughter. She will have you and Arthur still in her, but I will be there too. You will be with her physically and I will with her spiritually."

"Thank you Artemis, that's fine with me, oh thank you."

"No thank you…"


"Molly you must lay down, you've been up all week. The Healer said for you to lay down and you won't why!" Arthur questioned for the millionth time that week, his worry evident in his voice.

"Arthur I told you before and I'll tell you again, I'm perfectly fine."

"Molly if you were perfectly fine you wouldn't have been bed rested for the rest of your pregnancy! If you were truly fine I wouldn't be so worried about losing you or the baby, now get in bed, please."

Pop

"Oh! Hello, I'm Gwen your med witch, and Mrs. Weasley you should be in bed!" exclaimed Gwen.

"No! I want you to check me out again. I'm perfectly fine!" Molly replied stubbornly.

"She's been saying this all week…" Arthur spoke softly, so only the Gwen would hear.

"Alright Mrs. Weasley I'll check but nothing could have changed in this last week. I saw the results last week. Permigon…" For a moment Gwen studied Molly's insides, what she saw would baffle the Healers for years later. "Oh my Goddess!"

"What! What's wrong! I told you Molly you should have been in bed…" Arthur ushered his wife to their bed.

"No, nothings wrong with her, she's perfectly fine… perfectly fine, how does that happen…" she said in a whisper, more to herself than to Molly and Arthur, still confused about her findings.

"I told you Arthur I was fine, and you didn't believe me! Would you like to stay for dinner dear?" Molly asked Gwen.

Gwen nods dumbly, still in shock of Molly's recovery.


"I've never seen anyone give birth that easily, Molly," the Healer stated, handing the newborn to her father.

"Where's my little girl?" Molly asked eagerly, silently thanking Artemis for all the help she gave to her and her daughter.

"How did you know it was a girl, love?" inquired Arthur as he held their child in his arms, she had the Weasley red hair, only even at such a young age, it already seemed darker. She truly was the marricle child. There was no was she nor Molly could have made it this far according to the Healers and Med Witches. "We never had it tested…"

"A mother always knows Arthur, oh let me see her, please!" Molly begged.

Arthur hands her to Molly, all the while trying to think of a name for his little girl… in truth he thought they would have another boy, if the child was even born at all, even after the med-witch said she was perfectly fine, he worried. They'd been hoping for a girl for so long, it seemed impossible.

"Ginevra Diana Weasley. Ginny, you are so much a precious gift to me…" Molly looked into her daughters already deep brown eyes. The child seemed to know exactly what was going on around her.

"Molly that's a wonderful name for our little girl. She's so wonderful Molly thank you." Arthur decided right then and there, that there was no use in worrying anymore, because both his lovely girls were safe, for now.

"I love you too" Molly grabbed his hand in her free one, and gave him a gentle squeeze.