At the Burrow, Bill had placed Niall in a cot in his childhood bedroom before returning to the living room. He stared straight at Sirius with furious eyes and his jaw clenched. "How could you let her run away?" He demanded.

Sirius was equally as vexed. "Because I had no chance to stop her! Bill, she is suffering and your laziness is not helping!"

"Suffering? How exactly is my wife suffering? And how exactly am I being lazy?"

Sirius tugged at the roots of his greying hair. He scoffed, "how can you be so bloody oblivious? She has post-nebular-"

"Natal"

"Post-natal depression! As much as it hasn't been officially diagnosed it's as clear as a sodding crystal! She hasn't formed a proper bond with Niall, she's drained, she is hurting. You never do a night feed or changing- she does and she finds it so difficult. She struggles to change his nappy, he cries every time she holds him and you are not helping. She's even drinking, Bill. She's fucking drinking to numb her pain!"

"You're lying. You're sticking your nose in where you are not wanted. She's not suffering, she's a new mum, it's going to be strange for her and there is no way she is drinking. She won't touch alcohol after what happened with her parents-"

"That's just it!" Shouted Belle who halted Sirius from retorting. "She never had a mother to she her the proper ways of upbringing. She had my grandmother for a portion of her life but predominantly she dragged herself up! It's going to be even harder for her to be a mother. You had the easy life. You had a loving mother and father to guide you in life, you watched them nurture and bring your siblings up. She had none of that! For her to turn to booze clearly shows that she can't carry on! How much else has Harley went through, abuse, sexual assault, miscarriage, cruciatus curse, then giving birth when she didn't know she was even pregnant. So shut your stupid gob about 'she's not suffering' because she bloody well is and you need to open you eyes to see it!"

Bill was flabbergasted and stumbled backwards shaking his head. "No. You're all assuming things."

"ARE YOU DUMB?"

"Belle, that's enough," said Remus placing a hand on his daughter's shoulder.

"No dad! Bill is clearly deluded!"

"I'm not deluded, thank you very much. I just think it's ridiculous that all of a sudden you're claiming that Harley is suffering. You are using things from her past and piecing them together to form a story that is so far-fetched. If she was suffering she would have come to me. We talk about these things." Bill glanced down at his watch. "Where on earth would she go?"

As Bill attempted to shift the conversation, the front door opened and the group turned to the door to see Asa and Dylan padding in. "Special delivery," smiled Asa, weakly. He was holding a sleeping Harley in his arms and Dylan looked at his feet.

"We had to charm her into a sleep. She was a bloody mess. She's not okay, clearly. What's going on? Please tell us it's not PND... oh it is..." Dylan said as Asa laid Harley down on the sofa. "If there is anyway we can help, say so, we love Harley immensely and are all up for helping with baby Niall."

Bill's eyes softened. Now he could see the state Harley was in. His rose-tinted glasses were lifted and he realised they were right. He dropped to his knees and sobbed. "I'm such a wanker!"

Remus crouched down beside Bill, his calmness surprised everyone. "It's hard to come to terms with your wife being in pain. Especially at a time where you're supposed to be happiest. Newly wed, first born baby. The idea of it being much more challenging and difficult than it usually is as first time parents just isn't fathomable. Don't beat yourself up, you know now. And we are all here to help you. Anything you and Harley need we are here for you."

Bill clutched onto Remus for dear life. He sobbed and sobbed. He just yearned for Harley to have a break. After one thing ends, another burdens her. He felt helpless. Letting go of Remus, Bill crawled over to where Harley lay, he tucked hair behind her ear and pressed a kiss to her chapped lips. Tear stains branded her rosey cheeks, bags hung beneath her eyes like a dead weight.

"We will make it through this," he whispered. "I promise you."

His siblings' hearts ached at their eldest brother's state. They had never seen him so weak and broken. It hurt them because he was their glue. He would comfort them in their darkest times, he would cover for them to stop them from getting in trouble, he would bring the laughter and the smiles. Now that he had hit rock bottom, they were on there way to meet him there.

He took the patchwork blanket that hung over the back of the sofa and draped it over Harley. He pressed another tender kiss to her head and left the room. He returned holding Niall, he whispered lovingly into his son's ear as he perched back beside Harley.

"Mummy isn't well," said Bill, "but we will be strong for mummy. We will help her to get better, won't we? Yes we will."

Molly tore her eyes away from her eldest son and looked to her husband. She remembered the struggle she had also with Bill. Being a first-time mum was scary and tremendously difficult especially after her miscarriage. But she knew that Harley was a survivor, she was strong, intelligent and beautiful. She would get through this. One step at a time.