Arthur stared from outside the door, his wife looking down to stare at what should've been their son with love in her eyes, though he can see her eyes were like thinly cut glass with tear lines decorating her cheeks. Instead of just barging in like previously, he knocked on the door softly, and Molly closed her eyes. Arthur can see more tears falling from her eyes, but Arthur lets himself in, followed by Rhys and Camilla with their baby basket.

"Can I see my son?" Camilla asked enthusiastically, standing beside Molly, squeezing both her hands to hold her excitement. Molly nodded weakly as she handed the baby to Camilla, snorting as she does so. Camilla holds her newborn son with such glee Molly can't help but smile at how delighted she looks, even if the child she's holding is the one she so desperately wanted to see all those months before.

"Can we name him?" Molly requested with such a small voice, if only Rhys wasn't looking at her, he wouldn't have noticed. When she realised she caught Rhys' attention, she elaborated. "We've prepared a name for him for so long. We won't see him for seventeen years, please?"

"Tell me-" Rhys nodded, walking to be beside her. Molly looked at Arthur as if asking for permission, and Arthur nodded. "What have you got?"

"Percy," Molly answered, wiping away more tears that seemed to be running like a stream. "Percival Ignatius, Percy for short."

"That's a beautiful name, one of the twelve Arthurian knights," Rhys complimented. "I promise you, we won't treat Percy any differently. Can I give you a parting gift before we go?" Rhys went through his pocket and took out a stuffed elephant and enlarged it. "I hope your children will enjoy playing with it."

"Thank you," Molly nodded numbly, her voice weak, not taking the stuffed elephant. It's only after Rhys handed the stuffed elephant to her that she took it.

"Can we have a copy of the adoption scroll?" Arthur asked as Camilla filled the spot reserved for the baby's name, filling it with PERCIVAL IGNATIUS ROSIER. Camilla nodded, giving her signature before handing the scroll to her husband, which he signed also. Camilla casts a duplication spell, giving one to Arthur.

"We will bring this scroll to the Ministry to finish the adoption process, but you can have the unfinished copy," Camilla said. Arthur nodded, holding the copy of the scroll, staring at the name PERCIVAL IGNATIUS ROSIER and wishing it to be Percival Ignatius Weasley instead. He never liked the Rosiers; if he'd ever put his son to adoption, he'd rather the adopted parents are not blood supremacists. But what can he do? The choice has been made.

"Thank you."

"Should we go?" Camilla asked her husband, lifting the baby basket which contains a sleeping Percy inside. Rhys nodded, kissing Molly's hand.

"We will treat Percy like we treated Druella and Evan," Rhys promised as he left with Camilla, the baby basket between them as they both adored Percy. Molly looked up, rushing towards the wheelchair beside her.

"What're you doing?" Arthur asked, but Molly didn't answer. Rolling her wheelchair, she stalked Rhys and Camilla from behind, her eyes never leaving the baby basket. She can feel great pain from her lower abdomen but she ignored it. She already took pain-relieving potions and after this, she'll never see Percy again.

"Molly!" Arthur ran up to his wife, but she ignored him. All her attention now was to stalk her biological son, the boy who was ripped away from her arms so quickly. She wanted more time, but if this is the best, then she'll be damned if she doesn't try her hardest to see more Percy.

Rhys extended his right arm, waiting for a red bus to appear in front of him. Soon enough, the notable Knight Bus appeared and they both stepped in. Molly sobbed as they entered, shaking her head vigorously. She hoped the bus somehow breaks down so she can stalk the boy for longer, but to no avail, the bus quickly left. Arthur hugged his wife as Molly lets out an anguished scream.

In the Knight Bus, the couple completely doted upon their new son. They'll be introducing him to Druella, Percy's new sister, Cygnus, Druella's husband, and Bellatrix and Narcissa, Druella's daughters. Rhys sighed, both Evan and Andromeda should've been here. But Evan died for the right cause, and it's Andromeda's choice to be a blood traitor and marry a mudblood. They would've loved to meet Percy. No matter, Percy can visit Evan's grave.

It doesn't take long for them to reach the Rosier Mansion. As they opened the door, they are immediately greeted by an excited Livvy.

"What's the name of the new master?" Livvy asked, trying to take a look at the baby.

"Percival, or Percy," Rhys answered. "Camilla?"

"Yeah?" Camilla looked up at her husband, previously still doting at her newborn son.

"I'll be going to the Ministry to legalise the adoption scroll and keep it in our vault," Rhys said. "Watch over him. I love you."

Rhys gave his wife a peck on the lips before he left, the adoption scroll shrunk beforehand. Camilla brought the crib to the dining table, sitting on one of the empty chairs to eat some tangerine.

"Livvy!" Camilla called.

"Yes?"

"Bring the baby basket to the nursery," Camilla ordered. Livvy nodded as she lifted the basket and cooed when Percy opened his eyes, revealing them to be brilliant blue. Livvy stepped on the stairs, carrying the baby basket with her, not taking her eyes off the baby. When they reached the nursery, she placed him on the crib. Livvy took a brown stuffed rat that was prepared earlier.

"Here," Livvy said, placing the brown stuffed rat next to Percy, who was staring at Livvy so intently. "He's to always accompany Master Percy. Your brother, Master Evan, used to love playing with him. His name is Scabbers, and Livvy knows Master Percy will take good care of him."

"Hey, Camilla," Rhys hugged his wife, kissing her. Rhys cupped her face. "Words can't describe how much I love you, young and old."

"Words can't describe how much I love you, young and old," Camilla smiled at her husband. "You want to write the invites now?"

"Maybe-" Rhys was cut by the sound of a baby crying, alarming both him and his wife as they both ran up the stairs, entering the nursery. There, he sees Livvy who carried the baby in an attempt to get him back to sleep.

"Livvy didn't do anything, Livvy was admiring Master Percy and he started crying!" Livvy explained rather frantically. Rhys nodded as he rushed forth, taking his son from his house-elf's hands.

"Livvy, go prepare a bottle for Percy," Rhys ordered. Livvy nodded before she snapped away. Rhys kept rocking Percy back and forth in an attempt to calm him down. Camilla grabbed Scabbers from Percy's crib, trying to divert his attention, but neither attempts work as Percy's cries grew louder. Livvy appeared, handing a bottle to Rhys who immediately fed Percy.

"You are blessed with a beautiful baby, Masters."