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29 November 1984
Mr. Weasley put on a fairly large disc on a muggle device he brought back years ago. It's noted that the device is called a ‘record player’ and the disc is ‘vinyl’. It done a pretty good job on blasting songs whenever Mr. Weasley liked and unfortunately he decided that nine in the morning is a perfect time to blast punk rock.
Upon adjusting the device, he made his way to the kitchen and began preparing breakfast for his wife. Today is a very special day for them –not that anything special is happening today– he's very excited to go to Mrs. Weasley's last checkup before going into labor. So excited, he even took 2 days off to-
“ARTHUR WEASLEY! Mearlin’s beard…” His wife dropped down at the edge off the stairs, barely having the energy to grab on to the railing. Panic paint across Arthur's face as he turned off the stove before running towards her.
“Merlin! I'm sorry dear, I-I should've turned down the volume.” Arthur picked up his wife, reassuring her as he rushed towards his car and drove as fast as he could to the nearest hospital. He did think about apparating to St. Mungos as she often does her checkup there but apparating is strictly dangerous for pregnant women. So the only logical way to do it is to go to the muggle hospital that's 30 minutes away (obviously with the help of magic, they are able to get there in under 10).
Arthur is rather nervous. The doctor reassured him that his wife only broke her water, nothing dangerous happened to her in the past 50 minutes so she should be good – what the doctor said to the very stressed looking husband – and suggest that he should be prepared with everything his wife needed after going into labour. The only thing that came to mind is breakfast. He wasn't able to eat what he (attempted to) made just now. So off he go walking to the restaurant down the street and bought ham sandwich for himself and full on English breakfast for Mrs. Weasley.
Muggle street is very loud, not like what he had back home. Quiet and peaceful. Here they got cars honking here and there, people puking down the alley and vandalism. He didn't mind though. It's fascinating to see the illegal arts on the wall – he didn't understand muggle law on why it's against the rule – but the creativity on turning words into twisted,bubbly, and almost frightening fonts intrigued him. Now is not the time to mind all that Mr. Weasley! Your wife is pushing out your first born!
Well, he got lost in thoughts and suddenly appeared in front of the hospital entrance. Panic and anxiety flushed over him again. What if his wife died? What if their child did not survive? what if they both didn't survive!?
“Molly!-” Arthur screamed slightly at the register before recollecting himself as if he just ran a marathon. “Molly Weasley. Her room number? Can I get her room number? please? thank you”. He tapped his foot, counting down the second he needed to wait to see his wife.
“floor 3 room 29. Congratulations Mr. Weasley. The lift is on your left.” He nodded to the receptionist as he paced towards the lift. Why in the world is the lift so far away? couldn't he just apparate to her room and… lightbulb appeared above his head. He's surprised at how much of an idea he was able to form today. Mr. Weasley turned to the nearest empty space he saw and apparate to one of the bathroom on floor 3. Hey, isn't it weird how the stall is already locked? Hold up.
“Dude what the actual fuck!?” Arthur wished he took the lift instead. He turned around, apologized to the threatened looking man then pointing his wand at the poor lad.
“Obliviate”. And that fellow wizards and witches (and mages) who have the ability to apparate, is why you shouldn't apparate blindly. Using the time for the lad to forget this, he quickly dashed towards room 29.
And there he was, standing in awe, briefly taken away by the beautiful sight of his wife, cradling their firstborn. First child. Second light of his life. He broke down as he saw Molly give him the brightest smile his wife ever threw at him. ‘Merlin she looks so precious like this.’
“He's here darling. It's a boy!”. Arthur walked up to her slowly. Placing the takeaway on the table beside Molly's bed. He embraced his wife with a hug, tugging away her ginger locks, pampering kisses on her face. Grateful that both his wife and his son's healthy and safe.
“I love you so much, Molly. Thank Merlin you're safe. I cannot live without you, you know that?”. Molly chuckled at the sudden confession. “and I bought breakfast. Sorry I didn't get to make you one… though I already got up and in the kitchen haven't I?”. He picked up the baby from his mother's hands. Swallowing another urge to just ugly cry right there.
“I know darling. It wasn't your fault. You should owl our family and friends. I'm sure they have no idea William decided to pop out today.” She rested her body down on the mattress. Taking her sweet time to relax now that Arthur took William away. “Thank you, Arthur”. She finally closed her eyes, sleeping away her worries and pain.
“William. William Arthur Weasley.” Arthur whispers to the sleeping baby he has in his hand. He's so small, yet so big as he starts wondering how his wife pushed this papaya sized baby out of her cervix. He wanted to ask but his wife is already sound asleep.
For the following years of William's life, the house he was brought into never shut up. He woke up at 7 in the morning? oh yea his father already banging his head to this weirdly good melody he was introduced to not even a day old. If he had the memory of how he got introduced to it, he would've been pissed off like these large creatures brought him home and already bleed blessed his ear with the melody. So much for a welcoming gesture.
William was also introduced to the non-other, the ol’ mighty guitar! Also Arthur's fault for playing the guitar as the main source of entertainment for baby William. He's obsessed! William likes it when Arthur plays the guitar. So like every other child that's easily influenced by their parents behavior, William picked up the guitar –more like sitting on Arthur’s lap when he's playing– and tried to strum the wires. So this gave a brilliant idea to Molly to encourage her husband to buy a small version of the guitar to let him play and learn it.
“That's not a bad idea. You reckon he could play a proper song by the time he's four?” Laughter erupts in the living room. “Oh, Molly dear, can you go fetch the bill outside? I forgot to take it when I emptied the bin just now”. He felt a small pair of eyes staring at him. “Not you silly, you're Will.”. The baby looked up at Arthur. “Will.” Will threw his pacifier on the sofa and looked dead in Arthur's eyes.
“Bill”. And just like that, the living room erupts with cheers and joy as baby Will said his first words. After lots of trial and error on making their child say his name properly, they gave up.
“I fear we'll stick with Bill from now on. You stubborn brat” Molly pinch her son's nose. Already teared up. Next thing you know he'll be at Hogwarts, brewing potion and learning unforgivable curses. Oh how fast time goes by.