It was 1st of March,1980. Arthur was waiting outside the labor room. Today was the day the sixth child, also the eighth member of the weasley family was supposed to be born. The nervousness which is usually present in every parent during the birth of their newborn child was not really present in them, mainly because of the fact that this was their sixth time of becoming a parent. So they more or less had got accustomed to it.
Him and his wife had been trying to get a girl for a long time, but have failed every time resulting in them having five boys till now. Although he did not mind having another boy, he simply preferred a girl more. He sat down in one of the nearby chairs outside the labor room.
The first wizarding war was still ongoing between the "Order of the Phoenix" and "He who must not be named" and his forces. No one really knew who would win the war as both sides were equally strong. One side had one of the strongest wizard's of all time, while the other side had one of the strongest dark wizard's of all time.
Some had even claimed that Voldemort was stronger than Dumbledore. Although Arthur thought it was nothing more than rubbish. He wanted to join the Order of the Phoenix and fight alongside Dumbledore but could not do so since he had a wife and children, who would been all alone with no one to take care of them if anything ever happened to him. He wanted to help Dumbledore drive Voldemort and his forces off but not at the risk of harming his own family.
It had been a few hours since Molly, his wife had gone into the labor room. He was a little tensed but not by much since he had admitted his wife in 'Saint Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries" the best magical hospital in all of Britain. Although it was a little difficult for him to admit her in such a costly place with the meager amount of salary he got from his job as a member of the "Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office". Still he never hesitated in giving his all and everything when it came to his family.
It is common knowledge that it is important for a mother to remain stress free and happy during her pregnancy. But it was very difficult for Molly to do so, since both of her brother's Fabian Prewett and Gideon Prewett had died some time ago. Even though she did not have a good relationship with them, she could not help but feel sad about them since she had spent her entire childhood with them.
After several hours of pain and agony she finally gave birth to a male child. "Why is there no sound of crying?" Molly thought in her mind. She opened her eyes and took a quick survey of the room. She saw her baby in one of the nurses hand's. The nurse was trying her best to heal the baby which showed no signs of moving or crying.
Panic struck in her mind. She felt tears run through her cheeks. "What happened to him?" she asked loudly to one of the nurses. "The baby is not responding!" replied one of the nurses. "We are trying our best but nothing is working" said another nurse.
The nurses were trying different types of spells on the baby, in hopes that even a single of them might work. "Vulnera Sanentur" shouted on of the doctor's with a wand in his hand. "Curatio" shouted the other. After several attempts they finally succeeded.
Sounds of crying echoed all throughout the room. The nurses took the baby cleaned him and gave it to Molly. The baby had reddish-blonde hair, freckled complexion inherited from his parents, chubby cheeks and a button nose. His skin tone was whitish pale in color and he was crying quietly in his mother's arms. His little eyes closed, since he still could not open them.
Molly finally relieved to see her son was in a good condition let out tears of joy. After a few minutes Arthur came into the room to take a look at his baby and his wife. He looked at the face of the baby and smiled. His tension seemingly fading away from his face. These nine months were fairly stressful for him and his wife. They both heaved a sigh and smiled while looking at each other.
"He has got your hair." said Molly. "That he does." replied Arthur. "What should we name him?" asked Molly. "Why not Barnaby?" said Arthur. But that idea was soon rejected by Molly. After some more thinking they finally decided to name him "Ronald Bilius Weasley".
A few moments later a nurse came and gave Molly a "Blood Replenishing Potion" since she had lost quiet some amount of blood in the birth giving process. It was a very tiring day for both the couple and the baby. So Arthur decided to go back home and let the mother and son pair get some rest while the nurses took care of them.
The next morning Arthur came to the hospital riding his magical "Ford Anglia" which he had enchanted to fly. After some check-ups on both the baby and the mother the doctor finally decided to discharge the son and mother pair.
Inside the burrow the four children of Weasley's were jumping around with joy as they were excited of the fact that they could finally meet their new baby brother. "Calm down kids please stop running around." said Pandora Lovegood who was requested by Arthur to take care of his children while he had gone to pick up his wife and newborn baby.
"Stop being naughty" said little Percy to his brothers. But the words of the five year old fell to deaf years and the brothers started even more mischief. Even his two year old brothers Fred and George did not listen to him and kept on giggling and running around. Seeing all this Pandora could not help but smile.
Just then the door bell rang. "We are home" came the voice of Arthur. All the children rushed towards the door excited to meet their new baby brother .Pandora and Percy slowly followed behind them. There they were standing, with Molly carrying the baby in her hands.