Special thanks to Sablecurse who got the Clue reference in the last chapter. Remus was copying Mr. Green when he slaps a hysterical Mrs. Peacock. I love it when you guys get my random movie references! Unfortunately there aren't any in this chapter... :(


Molly looked up from her cross-stitch that she was working on to find an unfamiliar tawny owl sitting on the window sill.

"Hello," she greeted, setting her clothe on the table and pulling off her glasses. "Where are you from?"

The owl set the letter in its beak on the ledge beside her and hooted. Holding out a handful of owl treats, Molly carefully pet the bird. She grinned when the owl cooed and leaned into her touch, forgoing the snack in favour of the petting.

"You should eat," she said softly, putting the treats beside the owl and collecting the scroll. The owl gave another hoot that sounded like a question. "I'll get you some water," Molly replied.

Once the small owl was content with its water and treats, Molly retreated back to her chair and unfolded her letter.

If anyone had been around, they would've noticed the darkening of her features as she read through the letter.

The poor owl was startled so badly by the angry crack of apparition that it fell off the ledge. It fluttered back up with an indignant squawk but carried on with its feast of treats and water.

Molly however was striding angrily up the front steps of Hogwarts, causing many first and second years, and a few sixth and seventh years, to scramble out of her way. The short walk from the front gate where she'd appeared did nothing to dampen her anger.

"Mum?" Ginny asked, as she and Parvati left the Great Hall.

"Ginny dear, how are things?" She greeted her daughter with a hug. "Who is this?" she turned to lightly blushing Parvati.

Ginny stuttered for a moment before finally getting out, "Parvati."

"She's a beautiful girl," Molly beamed at the pair. "She makes you happy yes?" she didn't even wait for a reply, "Make sure you invite her over for the holidays." The stunned pair watched Molly storm into the Great Hall, yelling for her idiot son.

"We need to watch this," Ginny stated gleefully as she grabbed her girlfriend's hand and pulled her back into the Great Hall.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley," almost the entire Gryffindor table were on their feet at the angry yell. The only two that were left were Ron and Lavender, who was feeding Ron from her perch in his lap.

"Ow. Ow. Ow." Ron was grabbing at his ear as he dumped his girlfriend unceremoniously to the floor. She gave an indignant squawk before her gaze fell on an irate Molly Weasley. Her rant about rude people was forgotten as she scrambled away from the furious woman.

"Is she a Fury?" someone asked as Molly dragged Ron out of the Great Hall. Someone else whispered something about a Harpy, while another mentioned a Gorgon.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She shoved Ron into a chair in the office she'd been guided too.

Headmistress McGonagall watched in stunned silence as Ron Weasley wet his pants.

"Did you think it was okay? That your father and I would be okay with this? You've ruined poor Harry's life," that seemed to snap Ron from his fear.

"Poor Harry? What about poor me? I'm the one that's saddled with that abomination and the stupid fuckwit-" Ron's rant was cut off by Molly's slap.

"No you don't get to act like the martyr. You strung that boy along. You hurt Harry. You got him pregnant."

"He did that on purpose, to make me marry him," Ron spouted angrily.

"He didn't even know he could carry a child," Minerva stated, finally moving out from around her desk.

"What?" Molly spun on the headmistress, and to her credit, the older woman didn't even flinch.

"A grave error on everyone's part, which we are working on correcting at this moment," Minerva replied evenly. Her words seemed to calm Molly as she nodded.

"I didn't tell him either. How is he doing?" she asked oddly polite before levelling her wand at Ron, who was trying to sneak out. "Don't. Move." She commanded, her wand sparking ominously.

"He's got Severus and Remus. Draco's been helpful as well," she replied.

Molly nodded, "good, good. If it's possible, I would like to see him, after I've dealt with my idiot son. You can stay if you like. It might do to have a witness." Ron paled at his mother's afterthought.

Minerva raised an eyebrow, but simply leaned against her desk, with her arms crossed.

"What the hell is wrong with you? What made you think that any of this would be even remotely okay?" she ranted again, brandishing Hermione's letter in his face.

"Don't even answer that. I can't even look at you right now. You're grounded, until I can think of something better, and you're off the team, and you're not getting any allowance, not that it matters because you will not be going anywhere with anyone any time soon. Anything that you've been allowed to do, you can't do it anymore. You go to class, you eat meals and you don't get to leave the common room unless it's to go the library."

"But Lavender-"

"No buts. Who is Lavender?" Molly cut off Ron's protest.

"My girlfriend," Ron pouted.

Molly actually blinked stupidly as she stepped away from her son. She glanced at Minerva who was glaring flaming daggers at Ron, "girlfriend?" She hoped she didn't sound as clueless as she felt.

"What, exactly have you been doing? Or should I ask who? You've managed to get Harry pregnant, yet I had to find out from your irate sister that you were dating Hermione and now I found out that you're with this Lavender. How many others have you hurt with your carelessness?" She paused for a moment, waiting for her son to reply before she held up a hand, "you know, I don't know that I want to know."

Ron didn't know what to do or say, he wanted to protest that it wasn't fair. He should be happy and he did love Harry, and Hermione, but they wanted more from him then he was willing to give. He wasn't ready to be a father, or even a fiancé, he just wanted to have fun. And by "fun" he totally meant lots of sex. Lavender was willing to do just about anything and wasn't asking for exclusivity or commitment or money or whatever, she just wanted his cock. Hell sometimes she even invited one of her friends to join them.

"He's all yours Minerva," Molly sighed as she gave the headmistress one last look. She had to smirk at the look of glee that the woman wore. She should probably be afraid for her son, but she found she couldn't care.

"When are we going home?" Ron asked, looking like he wanted to get up but was afraid to.

Molly rounded on him and he tried to become one with the chair. "We aren't going anywhere. You are staying here, and doing whatever Minerva wants you to, and I am going to see Harry before I go home to talk to your father about your appalling behaviour," she stated angrily. She gave Minerva one last glance before storming from her office.

"Really Ronald, I don't see how going home would be any different from staying here," Minerva stated calmly, too calmly for Ron's liking. His mother scared him, that was no secret, but this predator that looked like his former Quidditch obsessed head of house scared him even more.

Once Molly found herself in front of the Gryffindor Tower, she realised that she needed a moment to calm herself.

"Oh, Mrs. Weasley, I'm sorry," Neville said in surprise as he almost walked into her.

"It's my own fault Neville. It's what I get for standing in front of a door," she replied with a soft smile. The pair fell into an awkward silence, before they spoke at the same time.

"I don't know where Ron or Ginny went," Neville blurted.

"Do you know where Harry is?" Molly asked.

Neville went bright red as Molly chuckled, "I've already seen both my children."

"Well, Harry's been in the infirmary with some guy who fell out of the sky all weekend," Neville replied.

"Thank you dear. Hermione sent me a letter about what my idiot son did to Harry," she offered.

Not knowing what else to say, Neville nodded and moved around Molly, "I was just going to meet someone in the library…" he trailed off.

"Of course dear," Molly watched the young man before heading off to the infirmary.

She was greeted by yelling when she pushed open the door, Poppy was off to the side with a hand over her eyes as she shook her head while Draco was rummaging through her potions and Harry was arguing with the stranger who was struggling to get out of bed.

"I don't need help! Especially from a halfwit, no talent, brainless seer and a lowly, useless mudblood," the stranger yelled as he struggled with the blankets that were tangled about his legs.

"You can't even get out of bed on your own," Harry pointed out, trying to be reasonable. He had noticed Draco's fumble with the vials he was handling.

"Don't touch me!"

"We're the only two that believe that you are who you say you are, Sal," Harry pulled back the sheets, only to have Sal backhand him.

"Are you deaf, boy?" Sal snarled viciously. Before anyone could react, Sal was nursing a bloody nose and a furious Harry was standing over him.

"Do you always attack pregnant teens?" Harry hissed, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

Sal's eyes widened in surprise, "you're pregnant?"

"Yes I'm pregnant," Harry replied, and Sal looked like he was going to say something. Something that Harry wouldn't like if the look of anger mixed with disgust was anything to go by. "And if that offends you then you know where the door is. I hope it hits you on the ass on the way out."

"You're only a child," Sal grabbed Harry's arm, and Molly moved to help but Draco stopped her.

"You don't know the first thing about me," Harry pulled himself from Sal's hand. "I've never been a child, no one ever let me. I was only trying to help you. If anyone knows what it's like to be thrust into a world they know nothing about but everyone knows who they are, it's me. I didn't know I was a wizard until I was eleven and I definitely didn't know I could get pregnant until I was, after I'd defeated the darkest wizard of this age. Don't ever call me 'boy' again," Harry spun on his heel and stormed out.

Well he would have, but he only made it to the door where Molly easily pulled him against her in a tight hug.

"You arrogant, self-centered, egotistical son of a twathead," Draco hissed as he threw the goblet of pain reliever at Sal. It wouldn't do much good if it had to soak into his skin, not this specific one anyway. "He's been nothing by kind to you and this is how you repay him?"

"I didn't ask for his help." Neither Sal nor Draco noticed that Molly guided Harry from the infirmary.

"That's the thing about Harry, you don't have to," Draco snapped. "Just because you're scared, doesn't mean you have to be alone, that's all Harry was offering: companionship. It's because he's pregnant that he's so mothering. After what happened, he needs someone for himself. That baby needs someone if it's going to survive and for some reason, the castle seems to have chosen you for them. Fuck knows why."

"Why can't you be that someone?"

"Because Harry needs someone to take care of him; he needs someone to care about Harry. Not because of what he's done. Sadly it's what most people see when they look at Harry: The Boy Who Lived. Besides Harry is my brother, not in blood, but in everything else that matters and that would just be weird."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because someone has too."

"You and I both know that I'm not from this time."

Draco shrugged, "doesn't mean you have to go back."

Sal had no idea what to say to that, so he just watched as the blonde left him alone. With a heavy sigh he dropped back onto the flat pillow, and let out a string of impressive curses.

"Ow, you're as bad as Helga!" Sal blurted as Poppy jabbed him with a needle.

"You need your meds, and this is the easiest way to administer them," Poppy explained with a smile that gave Sal the creeps.

Draco smirked as he heard the exchange before the door swung shut. He decided to go find Harry, though he didn't have to go far because he heard Harry and Molly talking softly from where they were sitting on the stairs by the infirmary.

"It is my fault," Harry insisted, voice watery with tears.

"Oh, sweetheart, no," Molly cooed, pulling Harry into another hug. "It's not your fault. It is Ron's, and mine, and Albus' and everyone but yours. The only thing you did was fall in love with the wrong person. It's a mistake that everyone makes at least once in their life," she offered as she wiped away Harry's tears. Draco slipped away down the hall, leaving the pair alone.

Harry sighed, "all these hormones are driving me mad."

Molly giggled, "wait till someone tries to help you make dinner and you start yelling at them to get out of your kitchen, and then burst into tears because they didn't help."

Harry had to chuckle, it was weak and watery, but a laugh, "How often did that happen with Arthur?"

"With Bill just about every day, with the others not so much; by the time Ginny came along, Arthur knew not to ask and would either just help or stay out of the kitchen. The older boys… well Bill was about 13 the first and only time he did it. He ended up running around the house being chased with a wooden spoon while I sobbed on Arthur. Charlie and Percy learned from that, the others never really had that problem," Molly replied with a small smile of fond remembrance.

Harry was giggling madly, and every now and again he would blurt out, "wooden spoon!"

After a few minutes Harry managed to calm somewhat, though he was still smiling.

"I will do whatever you want me to do, but what my son did and said was uncalled for. Unless you want me too, I won't take your child from you. This baby is yours, more so than Ron's and he doesn't have a leg to stand on. So no matter what you decide, I will support you one hundred percent, and so will Arthur," Molly offered, sobering the air immediately.

Harry closed his eyes as he let out a heavy breath before practically attacking the woman, "Molly… Mum… I don't… Thank you."

Molly didn't reply, she simply returned the hug, murmuring softly to him.