Midnight

23.) Mama Molly

Draco hesitated, but agreed. They really needed to know how the girls would respond to others. Molly was somebody they wasn't introduced to yet. They seemed to know and relaxed around the others.
Ron pushed opened the Nursery door. "Does Harry know your in here?" Ron asked, seeing Patrick standing over one of the cribs. "I'm sure he knows one of the reasons I stook around. Understand. These twins are something else." Patrick spoke, but never once turned around to face the vampire man or his human mother. "I'm aware. You should also be aware, your not welcome in here right now." Ron spoke, and with that being said, Patrick turned around, locking his right hand on his left elbow behind his back. "You and the mrs. Have spent to much time around Harry and his father." His tone was a bit annoyed and Ron strengthened his stance. "I don't think you should sorry about were we spend our time." Patrick raised an eyebrow. "Your just lucky I haven't yet located her water gun." He half mumbled. "You know as well as I do, that isn't her only line of defense." Patrick nodded at Ron, before his attention turned to Molly. Who was half blocked by her son, who didn't at all trust the man standing before them. "I'm not out to harm your mother, Ronald. Much like Narcissa and Draco, I need insurance." Ron shook his head. "The answer is no, Patrick." Patrick let out a sigh. He wasn't about to have Harry called to the room. He'd let it go, for the moment. He turned an glazed out the window. The moon was full and the flashlight could be seen shinning around. "Wasn't the woman asleep a bit ago?" Ron nodded, even if it couldn't be seen. "About five minutes ago. I suppose we woke her. She's a different character, that's for sure." Ron let his voice relax, and Patrick turned back. "She'll be useful. It's not clear how...maybe just as simple as keeping James happier, I'm not sure." Patrick stood at the now open window. "They aren't the ones you need to worry about Patrick." Patrick turned to face Ron once more. "Mark isn't far. I'd stay close. The twins are here and I'm sure if Draco's used as bait, Harry will bite." Patrick was gone, before Ron could even open his mouth. He just shook his hand and walked over to the crib. His mother closely behind him. "Be sure to call somebody in, when Patrick shows back up. I don't trust that man." Ron said, turning on the small lamp by the crib. "They...have money, don't they?" She asked and Ron nodded. "Then why is everything hand made?" Ron smiled lightly. "Hermione said James used to build things. Just about everything in this room he build by hand. It made him really happy so they let him." She smiled lightly back as he out his hand on the tiny girl. Her little eyes shot open. Her bright green eyes looking up at the vampire she knew and at the human woman, who she didn't know. She half rubbed her own eye before little out a yawn, one of her little fangs were popped out. "I best make her another bottle. They seem to drink more some times and less others." Molly gave ran a nod and watched him walk to the door. "Wait until I get back. They have a very tight grip, and she really needs a bottle before we try anything. You're new to them." He said and Molly gave a nod.
She watched the girl, who just keep looking at her. Blinking before she yawn again, but let out a whine. She was getting hungry and her other fang popped out. "Shh. Ron's got the bottle coming." She couldn't help but pick up the girl. She just started to scream for the bottle she wanted. Molly grabbed the blanket and warped her into the blanket. She made the walk back into the second kitchen, were Little Narcissa was showing Ron how to heat the baby bottle. "Are you sure that isn't to hot?" He frown. "No. It's the one in the pink right?" Ron nodded at the girl. "She drinks more and like it really hot. Like really hot." Narcissa Bell said, pouring the blood into the little six oz baby bottle. She turned and smiled and kind of frown because The baby was crying. "Sister, hushy." Narcissa fussed, putting the lid on the bottle and jumped off the chair and handed the bottle up to Molly. "Mum, she easily could have-" He seen Narcissa shook her head. "She just wants her bottle. She's not going to hurt anybody. She's just hungry. Stop thinking that." Narcissa Bell kind of fussed, turning back to look at Ron. He just throw his arms up. He wasn't going to fight with the five year old vampire girl.