Sometimes superheroes reside in the heart's of small children fighting big battles -- Early Summer 2003

I chuckled at Bill's confidence.  Normally I had the same confidence, but when it came to my baby I just got so worried.  I smiled at my brother.  "I know she's tough," I agreed, "but she should not have to be at her age.  Not already."

I looked at Charlie.  "Her dad deals with dragons as well as her mother," I pointed out to him, "of course she was already going to be tough.  It's in her blood."

Even though I was not technically her father, she still had Weasley blood.  I was not goign to argue that fact.  "Ah, and her uncle was a curse-breaker for Gringotts... so that accounts for something," I added, wanting to point that out to her.

I smirked.  "That's hardly near or there," I said, shaking my head.  "What matters is what you and Desi do for her right now.  And I know that with your efforts alone, Quinn will be fine -- besides, you have an army to help you as well."  All of us would help make sure that Quinn would be alright.

I was glad that Bill was always good at easing my worries -- even as adults.  "Ah, yes," I agreed, "I know Mum will be all over this completely."