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07/26/2020 08:41 PM 

The Casualties of Grief.

The Burrow. Autumn 1998.

‘Molly, my darling.’

“Go away.” I’m sorry. Please stay.

‘Molly. It’s been weeks since you’ve properly gotten up and ready for the day.’

“I don’t care.” Yes. I do. Love me. I’m in so much pain. “Go away.”

‘Molly. Let me help you.’

“I don’t want your help!”Yes. I do.

‘I love you. I’m just trying to be there for you.’

“I hate you.” I didn’t mean it. I DIDN’T MEAN IT, ARTHUR.

‘You don’t mean that.’

“Yes. I do.” No. I don’t.

“Damn it, Molly! Enough of this." Molly turned to face him. She was a little shocked he finally fought back. "You aren’t the only one who lost Fred!” His voice raised an octave. “He was my child too!” She hit a nerve. I’m so sorry, my love.

Molly sat up from their bed and turned to face him.

There were weeks and weeks worth of bags beneath her eyes and dried tears stained upon her cheeks.

Her curls were a disheveled mess.

Her body ached as she hadn’t ever laid in bed so much in all of her days.

Enough? Enough of what, Arthur Weasley? Grieving the loss of my son? Am I not perky enough for you? Sorry Fred's death has kept me from being cheery!" She threw the sheets off from her body and stood before her husband.

'Molls. . .'

"No, Arthur. Don't you Molls me." She crossed her arms over her chest. "You weren’t the one who carried him in your belly for nine months! You weren’t the one who left your career to stay home and raise him so he wouldn’t be alone! You weren’t the one who made him a second breakfast everyday because one was never enough - -” She paused.

There was a cry of emotion which cut off her words.

Molly brought her hand to her mouth to try and push it back down.

Fred. I miss you so much.

Arthur didn't say anytihng for several moments.

“That's not fair." When he finally replied, his voice lowered once more. "We agreed I would be the one to work and you would be the one who stayed home with the children. That's what you wanted. That's not fair, Molly!”

Molly’s attention shot upward toward Arthur. She glared.

“Neither was losing Fred, but apparently that's what we were destined for! A life of sadness, and losing one pf our very own!”

Her hands dropped to her sides as she made her way over to the closet. She drew her wand - which had been in her pocket since she last laid down several days prior - and magicked a trunk from the shelf and began to pack her things.

“What are you doing?” Arthur asked, trying to stop her.

Molly turned toward him. Her wand pointed directly against his chest. Her eyes glared into his.

“Don’t think for a moment I won’t use this on you.” I would never, my love. I would never!

Her eyes were heavy and filled with anger and rage.

She was so tired. She honestly didn't know what she was doing any longer.

“Get away from me, Arthur. I don’t want your help.” Yes. I do. “I’m tired of the questions! I’m tired of you lot asking me if I’m alright. I DON’T WANT TO ANSWER ANYONE ELSE. I don’t want to be here.”

STOP ME. PLEASE.

“I’m leaving you.”

 
* * *

Shell Cottage. Two Weeks Later.

Mum? Dad’s here. He’d like to see you.” It was Bill’s knock on the door and his voice which brought Molly out of her thoughts from the last conversation she had with Arthur before she left the Burrow.

Molly didn’t answer Bill right away.

She never did.

Come on, Mum. Let him in.’

She rocked back and forth in the rocking chair in her room.

Her eyes stared forward into the nothingness that was her new world now.

She barely left her room over the last few weeks.

Every day at this time - half past eleven in the morning - on his lunch break at the Ministry, Arthur came to pay Molly a visit, but whenever Bill or Fleur would knock on her door, she would tell them to tell him she didn’t want to see him.

It was a lie. She wanted to see him.

Molly wanted to hold him so tight.

She wanted to tell him how sorry she was.

She wanted to cry in his arms.

. . . but the shame she felt for the way she ended things crippled her from allowing him inside.

Never in all of the time she’d known Arthur had she ever spoken to him with such disrespect and hatred.

Molly didn’t mean a word of what she had spoken, but it didn’t change the fact: she said those hateful words filled with no care for the man she loved with her everything.

She was just so tired and so broken.

She’d lost Gideon and Fabian in the first war, and now she lost her son in the second.

Bilius was dead.

Her father was dead.

Her mother was dead (well, she wasn’t that close with her mother, but she still died). . . everyone she loved died.

Why did she survive? That was the question.

Why of all of the people who could’ve been given the opportunity to live longer. . . why did it have to be her?

She would give her life ten times over if it meant her brothers returned to this world.

She would give anything . . . anything at all to be given the chance to hold Fred one last time.

She would do anything to be reunited with her little boy.

A mother wasn’t meant to outlive her child.

Molly tried to be strong, but the weight of knowing she wasn’t there to protect them - like she had been for Ginny - -

I COULD’VE SAVED HIM.

I WASN’T THERE.

I WASN’T THERE.

FRED. I’M SO SORRY.


Her mind plagued her with the reality every bloody minute of every bloody day.

She had been strong enough to fight off and kill Bellatrix Lestrange. She could’ve killed Rookwood before he set off the explosion.

What was the point of living in this world, if the two hands she’d been given to protect her children hadn’t been able to save her little boy?

“I don’t want to see him.” she finally replied. No. ASK HIM TO STAY. “Tell him to stop coming around. My answer won't change.” Don’t do that. Tell him to keep fighting my stubborn arse until I open that damn door.

It was the same answer given to Bill or Fleur everyday at half-past eleven. . . yet, everyday, at that same damn time, Arthur came around again.

Maybe one day Molly would open that door for him.

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ᴹᴬᴰᴬᴹᴺBONES,
Aug 7th 2020 - 1:27 PM
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IM FUCKING UPSET !!! ;~;
how dare you. this was so fucking intense, and i'm dying. you just wanna smack molly back into reality, that she needs arthur to overcome this grief. you know if amelia was alive, she would. like, "i've lost nearly my ENTIRE family, and you still have those who need you in yours." probably would've gotten hexed in response hahahaha but you know tough love.
hgeoireoigj just ugh. 
but arthur, always trying. bless his bloody soul. and molly, she so desperately needs help, and it's obvious this is the way she's trying to show it, while also pushing the person who matters the most away in that self blame / guilt that comes with losing loved ones after a war. eugh. 
my heaaaaaaart.

Posted on Aug 8th 2020 - 7:43 PM

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Thirteen Skadoo
7 hours ago
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That hurt so much. I just want to hug Molly and make it all better for her. So well written. Thank you so much for writing and sharing it. πŸ’™ πŸ’™ 

𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐀𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐦 ′
24 hours ago
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I'm in absolute awe of you.

Your words, your characterization, your Molly is everything I imagine her to be and more. The way she cares so fiercely and passionately about her loved ones. You portray conflict so beautifully. The entire dialogue and every heartwrenching sentiment that traverses Molly; I felt it all. You're a queen. ♥

Posted on Aug 1st 2020 - 8:31 AM

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Ugh. My whole heart is breaking right now for Molly and this whole family. They say a parent should never have to know the pain of outliving their child, to see someone they brought into the world be taken from them. Being hurt can cloud our judgement so much and you have portrayed that perfectly. Deep beneath the surface all Molly wants is to be comforted and for the world to be good again but the sadness keeps her from expressing her truth. She’s lashing out but in the end it only makes things worse. Losing a child really can be a make or break situation for a couple but I trust that Molly and Arthur are the type of couple that can make it through anything with time.

Posted on Jul 30th 2020 - 12:57 PM

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23 hours ago
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ugh Molly this hurt so good. this was an excellent read. the grief for losing a child is unlike any other that exists and the way your showed her working through it and how she's dealing with it. her reaction to everyone around her, that she still needs to go on, *chefs kiss* excellent job !

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Jul 27th 2020 - 5:41 PM
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Omg. What the fuck did I just read. Forgive my language, but damn

You did me dirty. This hurt me so much. You are pure evil but in a brilliant sort of way. The kind that makes my heart wrench from emotion and sadness and yet, appreciation for all of this. Because you're so amazing at what you do!

All of the little side feels, the mental turmoil that contradicted Molly's actions. Those were so powerful. I'm hurting so much for two of Hermione's favourite people! YOU FIX THIS RIGHT NOW!!!!

₍ dreamweaver β‚Ž
Jul 26th 2020 - 11:06 PM
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//

Goodness, this is so sad. Poor Arthur and poor Molly.  Just fjbhfjhdgkjdgkjsdjkdfjksdfkjfd

❝Megalomaniac;
Jul 26th 2020 - 9:43 PM
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// CHRIST. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Why are you trying to hurt me this way?
I swear to god I will come back from the dead to force them back together. VOLDEMORT MATCHMAKER BECAUSE NO this cannot happen. You always just make me want cry when you do your angsty and sad things because you just hit every soft spot with a spike and DRIVE IT IN. Just stake my heart, babes. JUST STAKE ME IN THE HEART. 

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Jul 26th 2020 - 8:09 PM
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Ohhh this was just so heart breaking! What I really loved it that you conveyed the heart break and her suffering in the beginning mostly in dialogue. What she's saying compared to what she means you show magnificently and my heart is bleeding for her and Arthur. This got me right in the heart and I can't wait to see what makes her open the door and when ❣️

gιngerΡ•nap,
Jul 26th 2020 - 8:08 PM
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No. No. No, no, no, no, no. -is not sobbing. is not ugly crying. howfuckingdareyoudothistome.- 

NO. 

Forreal though? We asked for feels and you fuck us up, and we clearly love it. This was SO amazing. I absolutely loved the inner dialogue that goes against everything she says, and I am just like wow, stunned. I don't even have words. Truthfully, I am just left in shock. Ginny is panicking, I will be writing a ginny perspective, and oh lord, I am not ready. how dare you leave me this speechless?! -cries.- if I make no sense right now it's because this fucked me, some of my favorite lines are:

Every day at this time - half past eleven in the morning - on his lunch break at the Ministry, Arthur came to pay Molly a visit, but whenever Bill or Fleur would knock on her door, she would tell them to tell him she didn’t want to see him. 

Arthur is just everything I could ever dream him to be when you portray him. This is such a sweet gesture, and such a sad circumstance, and ugh. WHYYY. 

Also, Why of all of the people who could’ve been given the opportunity to live longer. . . why did it have to be her?

MAMA, noooo. Just.

I'm done right now. 

PS: I do love you, even if you entirely fucked my heart up. -brbgonnagohideintheburrowandfindhappiness-

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘒𝘯π˜₯ 𝘺𝘰𝘢.
Jul 26th 2020 - 6:14 PM
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FIRST OF ALL, i love your use of dialogue. i can hear molly and arthur and the shifts that accompany their voices as they try to communicate their pain and need to one another. 

moreso, i love the idea for the scene and you executed it perfectly. i had to sit here for a minute and reminisce on my own experiences with parents who have lost their child and this scene really captivates that dynamic. people who have had long, happy, fulfilling marriages can absolutely come apart and never be repaired because of such a loss and it's so sad. i appreciate how you considered how molly and fred would process the loss, and how undone molly would become. 

really excellent work. 

𝐰𝐑𝐒𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐒𝐬𝐞
Jul 26th 2020 - 6:05 PM
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OOF. Right in the feels.
Excuse me while I reassemble the pieces of my shattered heart. 
This was both wonderful and heart wrenching.
And oh so excellently written!

Broken Asylum
Jul 26th 2020 - 3:43 PM
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Oh boy. As a mom, I feel this. Way too hard. I am so sorry for your loss, Molly. 

Eα΄ α΄‡Κ€Κα΄›ΚœΙͺΙ΄Ι’ BΚŸα΄€α΄„α΄‹
Jul 26th 2020 - 3:15 PM
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Oh my, this tore on my feels string.
Very well written, i enjoyed reading it very much.
That tore my heart into two.
 

caΠΌera Π²oy
Jul 26th 2020 - 1:15 PM
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This was beautiful and heartbreaking. Excuse me while I whip up a response to this. >_> You beautiful woman, you! 

Head Prat
Jul 26th 2020 - 10:56 AM
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Well, I didn't need my heart at all today *hands over half of it*

This was such an emotional piece that had my heart just breaking. Next to George, Molly's grief was the strongest in losing Fred because it was her baby and no parent should ever have to bury their child. Percy's own guilt over Fred is just amplified with this because he'd view himself responsible for his mom leaving. Your writing is perfection as always and you draw out the emotions so perfectly. 

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Jul 26th 2020 - 10:44 AM
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Oh my poor little heart -blubbering into a tissue; 

Oh Molly you poor soul... YOU HAVE A DAMN GOOD MAN BY YOUR SIDE. Arthur will never give up. He loves his Molls ❀ this literally gave me all the feels. Your writing is brilliant doll 

-mσrgulwítch.
Jul 26th 2020 - 9:30 AM
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Such an amazing emotional piece.
I feel so bad for Arthur. 
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