35. Pureblood [Noble and Divine are We]

“Mummy?” the red headed boy asked as they walked through a Muggle street in London.

“Yes William, what is it?” Molly Weasley asked her eldest child.

“Why does everyone poke fun at me because I’m a pureblood and I’m in Gryffindor?”

The woman sighed, knowing that this day would come, when she would have to explain to her children that they were considered blood traitors.

Bending down to the boy’s height she held him firmly.

“Listen here William, don’t pay those people mind. You are a Weasley and that all that matters.”

Bill smiled brightly and hugged his mother firmly.