1st July 1996
In Honor of the Death of Amelia Bones -*** 1st July 1996 -
27th June 1996 -
News of Amelia Bones death spread like wildfire - not only throughout the Ministry, but through the homes of the entirety of the Wizarding World as well. Residents awoke to the tragic reality that their soon-to-be official Minister was gone through that Morning’s Prophet brought to them by Owl.
The world of Wizards and Witches was in a state mourning.
It had been an entire year of (for lack of a better word) hell for the Weasley’s and co. Between the Battle in the Department of Mysteries, and the death of Sirius - losing a key member of the Order, along with Harry losing another person he held dear in his life - to ‘He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’ making himself known, to Fred and George leaving school, to Molly practically having a heart attack worrying about Ronald, Ginny, Harry and Hermione after finding out how stupid they’d been to escape to the Ministry and take on the Death Eaters on their own.
Yes. It had been an entire year of hell.
Her children had been through a whirlwind of madness and back, and per Molly’s request, Arthur had been the one to break the news to the children.
It was best it came from him - even if it had to be through Owl - as they had not come home yet. It was best he said something to their children. Arthur had been the one who worked in the Ministry and even knew Amelia well.
The children would return home in a few days - along with Hermione, who practically lived there now during her Summer Holiday - but the news would make itself known before they did so. Molly didn't want them to not hear some sort of word from their parents - the people they were meant to look up to during time of crisis and fear.
Molly did not want them to be frightened. She wanted them to be brave, and that was exactly what Arthur had told them.
This was war, but they would make it through - together and alive.
Today was the day.
The children were returning for the Summer Holiday.
Her children were coming home.
Molly was currently standing over the stove. The bacon was sizzling, the eggs were cooking. The smell of bread toasting in the oven filled the air, whilst the sound of plates lifting up from the shelves and setting themselves on the table and the mop swishing back and forth in the background rang in her ears.
It was a normal day in the Burrow, save for the fact there was heavy emotion in the air.
The world hadn’t been the same since Amelia’s death. Rufus Scrimgeour had been appointed Minister in her wake, and Molly made a promise to herself that she would reach out to her old friend as soon as she had the chance (which meant it would come after seeing her children and making sure they were settled in.) She had not been close with Amelia, no - she only knew her as a young pupil during school and through Arthur because they both worked at the Ministry - but Rufus? She had a little more of an acquaintanceship with him.
Molly was preparing herself for the sadness that would inevitably follow as soon as the children made their way through the door. Hermione was the one Molly found herself most worried about, and she knew that Hermione looked up to Bones as a mentor - as someone she hoped to be like one day. There wasn’t a week that went by during the Summer’s where Amelia’s name wasn’t mentioned by Hermione.
Molly knew this death wouldn’t sit well with the teen - another reason why Molly had made sure Arthur wrote to the children. She wanted to make sure both Ginny and Ron were there for Hermione.
The witch finished breakfast and plopped food on each of the plates.
Fred and George made their way down the stairs moments later. She knew it was the food which woke them from their beds and urged them downstairs.
“Morning, Mum!” said Fred, giving her a kiss on the cheek and grabbing an extra piece of toast from the oven, taking a bite from the bread before finding his seat and digging in.
“Oi! You know the rules, Fred Weasley! Wait until everyone arrives.”
“Oh Mum! We’ll be waiting for hours,” replied George instead of Fred, who had already shoved a bite of food in his mouth and was chewing as he spoke.
Molly rolled her eyes their way and let out a grumble. She didn’t even have it in her to fight them on the matter.
She was saving her energy for Hermione.
With a flick of her wand, the mop ceased its cleaning and returned itself to the cupboard where it was meant to be, whilst Molly went to grab the bucket and toss the dirty bucket water outside into the yard.
It was the sound of Arthur’s motor car rolling up the drive that alerted Molly to the presence of the children. She dropped the bucket and stepped forward, ready to greet all of them with the biggest hugs and kisses, and, honestly, all of the Mamabear love she had inside of her to give.
It was Arthur and Ronald who exited the vehicle first, and next Ginny, but she turned around and stuck her head down inside of the vehicle. She was obviously having a conversation with the final pupil (Molly knew to be Hermione) inside.
Arthur approached and Molly smiled his way. Though the smile didn’t reach her eyes.
She reached out and gave his arm a squeeze.
“Breakfast is on the table.” Molly gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before greeting Ronald.
Her arms came up and wrapped tightly around her son, giving him a tight squeeze. “Oh I could kill you for being so daft!” She was referring to their rendezvous in the Ministry. "I could absolutely kill you!"
Molly pulled away. Her eyes were filled with hot tears.
She gently smacked his shoulder.
“Oi, Mum!” Ronald replied, rubbing the area of his arm Molly whacked. “I did it for Harry!”
“You could’ve died! You, Harry, Ginny and Hermione! The lot of you-” Molly stopped herself as a sound mixed with a squeal and a squeak left her lungs. Her arms wrapped back around him. “I’m so proud of you, but I’m so angry at you! I could’ve lost you.”
Molly pulled away once more and grabbed Ronald’s cheeks in her hands.
“Mum! ” He grumbled and attempted to break free.
“Oh! You stubborn child. Go inside and have some breakfast.” Molly scooted Ronald away just before her eyes landed on Ginny.
Her girl looked older, worn, tired and it broke the witch as she watched Ginny step up to her.
Her arms wrapped around her daughter.
“Ginny. . .” her voice was a whisper. “I could kill you too.”
“Mum, you know we would do anything for Harry. You know we had to.
” Ginny pulled away.
Molly nodded. “I know. I’m glad you were there for him. I just don’t know what I would do without you.”
“This is war, Mum, and you of all people did not raise a houseful of cowards.”
Molly shook her head. She knew that, but it didn’t make any of this easier.
“I never wanted this life for you.”
“We don’t get to choose what happens. We choose how we respond.”
Molly couldn’t believe what she was hearing coming out of the mouth of her little girl.
“Since when did you grow up?”
“I didn’t have a choice.” Ginny wrapped her arms around Molly, and Molly returned the hug.
It ached the woman’s heart that in this moment her daughter seemed more of the parent than she did.
What was coming of this world?
When Ginny pulled back, she looked to the car and back to Molly.
“I couldn’t get her to come out. She’s not okay.”
Molly nodded as she eyed the vehicle.
She saw Hermione sitting there staring straight ahead.
Her heart hurt so much for her other little girl.
“Go inside, my darling. I’ll go and talk with Hermione.”
Ginny nodded and made her way indoors. Molly walked over to the car.
“Mind if I join you?” she asked.
Hermione didn’t look her way. “If you’d like.”
The witch slid into the car and leaned back against the seat to get as comfortable as she possibly could.
Hermione remained quiet. It was Molly who decided to break the silence.
“You know when I lost my brothers, I - well. . .I didn’t leave my room for a week. Arthur didn’t even want us to have a funeral because there was a war on. He didn’t believe it was responsible at the time.” Molly paused and thought back to one of the times she and Arthur fought. “I wouldn’t have it. My brothers - Gideon and Fabian. . . the deserved better. They weren’t meant to die. They were such strong warriors - such strong men. You’d look at them and simply. . . you’d never believe anyone or thing could end their lives.”
The witch paused once more because her chest was tight now.
She could see their faces.
Oh Merlin she loved and continued to miss her brothers.
She always would.
She always would.
She wouldn’t cry in front of Hermione - not right now - but oh she wanted to. There was so much emotion, so much reminder of the loss of her brothers during this time.
There wasn’t anyone who hated the Dark Lord more than Molly and everyone else who lost someone so dear to them during the First Wizarding War.
“It’s hard to believe there is any hope in war when you lose someone you admire and/or love.”
Molly turned toward Hermione, who now looked her way. She took notice of the tears in the girl’s eyes.
“Oh Molly. . .” Hermione finally spoke. She moved forward and wrapped her arms around the woman.
Molly, of course, returned the embrace. Her arms came up to wrap tightly around Hermione.
She placed several kisses atop the girl’s head.
“How could someone so brilliant and so great be taken down? I never thought someone as fierce as Amelia Bones could die.”
Hermione let out another cry and pulled back from Molly. She grunted and wiped her eyes.
“It’s stupid. I’m being ridiculous! Of course she can die. Of course she can - at the end of the day, her blood bleeds red. I feel so stupid for being upset.”
“Oh, my darling. . .” Molly’s eyes were sad.
Her heart ached for the girl.
She wanted to take the pain away, but Molly knew it wasn’t that simple.
Her hand came up to run along Hermione’s back.
She placed one more kiss against her hair.
“. . . You’re allowed to grieve the loss of someone you admired. It’s a sad time, and as we’ve stated: it’s hard to believe someone so fierce can be taken by the hands of evil.”
“I just feel stupid for being so sad. It’s not like your brothers. I didn’t know her intimately. I wanted to one day - -” Hermione stopped herself and let out a laugh. “- - It sounds so ridiculous. . . I wanted to be just like her. I have dreams, Molly, and she was someone who gave me hope that women achieving their goals is truly possible. Amelia saw me . . .she saw me. I- I felt important when she was around.”
Molly shook her head. “First of all, you’re not silly for grieving her death, and I urge you to allow yourself to not only feel your pain but be gentle through it.”
The witch paused and turned Hermione’s face to look directly at her own.
“. . .and secondly, I want you to hear my words: I may not be the same as you, in the sense . . .I didn’t have the same sort of passions you do, but I understand the need to be ‘seen’ - the need to be valued for what I do - and the only person who can truly show you your value . . . and the only time you will truly believe you matter is if you believe it for yourself. Let yourself feel this grief, my darling. Allow yourself to feel. . . but take what you’ve learned from Amelia and apply it to how you live.”
Hermione was sobbing now. The tears were pooling in her eyes and streaming down her cheeks.
She wrapped her arms around Molly once more and held on tight.
Molly returned the embrace and stayed with the young woman for as long as she needed her to be.
“Thank you, Molly.”
Molly drew back and smiled when Hermione let go.
“I will always be here for my children.”
Molly returned the gesture. “Shall we go inside now?”
The pair made their way inside to join the others, and the Weasley’s enjoyed - as best they could - breakfast together.