"Here you are, Mrs. Weasley." Dumbledore said solemnly placing the small bundle wrapped in a blue blanket in her arms. "Thank you so much –"
"Of course – He needs to be in a proper family – not in an orphanage – poor thing –" Soft whimpering came from the bundle. "Oh – honey – I know – and you have a boo-boo on your head." Mrs. Weasley kissed the lightning-shaped scar. "Mr. Dumby can't get rid of it, but mummy can make it stop hurting, baby." Dumbledore smiled. Mrs. Weasley continued cooing and talking to her newest son as she went into the kitchen to her well-used cabinet of antidotes. As she applied the soothing cream, the emerald-green eyed black haired boy fell asleep again. "Professor – do you need anything else from me?"
"You should probably sleep, Molly." Dumbledore said smiling. "Good night. You know who to owl if you need anything." Mrs. Weasley nodded. She carried Harry James Potter up the winding stair-case to Ron's room. She looked at the small space and the crib that was literally held together by magic. Tears filled her eyes. She knew Harry's parents left money that he could use to live on, but she was intent on saving as much of it as she could for his school years. I know we have six already with one more on the way, but we had to take him. She thought. Mr. Weasley had agreed when she had mentioned it upon hearing the news that the Potters had been attacked.
"We'll manage, Molly." Mr. Weasley said as he had embraced his wife. "I know we don't have much. But we have love. James and Lily could care less if he grew up in the Potter manor or a wooden shack. They only cared that he grew up in a proper family. We can give him that."
"I love you, son." Mrs. Weasley said kissing Harry once more. She lay him down next to Ron before kissing Ron as well. "You boys sleep well. Mummy will wake you in the morning."