Country: United Kingdom
April 30, 2020
05/18/2020 07:14 PM
2nd May, 1998.
There was something to be said about the end of a long, long war. The weight of the burden and the pain one carried with them seemed to fade away in an instant when the war’s end was called. Though with the end of the burden of battle, a new weight arrived.
Molly Weasley said goodbye to the heaviness of war and hello to the heartache of losing a child – one she so very much adored. Her darling Fred was her light and her life and his laughter and smile and lightheartedness would forever and always be missed.
There was a silence that fell over Hogwarts directly after the cheers and the hugs and kisses and embraces shared with Harry. Of course, she too, made sure to greet him once the crowd allowed and share with him one great, big motherly hug.
“Harry. You brave boy. You saved us all.”
Molly pulled away from the great squeeze she left with him. Her hands came up to grab his cheeks.
Harry smiled. “I couldn’t have done it without all of you, Molly.” Molly shared with him a half smile and a half pout. “Your parents would be so very proud.”
She did her best not to cry as she stared at the boy whom she’d taken on as another one of her own over the years. “I know I am.”
“Only wish Fred could be here.” Harry hugged her once more. “I’m sorry he died.”
Molly pulled away and placed her hand over her heart. She tapped it – one, two, three times. “He is here, dear. I know he’s so proud.”
“Harry! Well Done, Harry!”
“Cheers to you, Potter!”
“Way to go, mate!” the sounds of others around where she and Harry stood alerted Molly back to the present.
“I’ll see you in a little while, dear.” Molly smiled toward Harry and backed out of the crowd. She went to go find Ginny and Arthur, Charlie and Percy and Ronald. . . and George. She knew exactly where he could be found.
Molly made her way into the Great Hall where the bodies of those who lost their lives were being wrapped and taken away. She saw George kneeled beside the lifeless body of Fred.
Molly’s eyes were heavy. Her heart hurt as she watched her boy cry over his twin. One of the many staff members came over to cover Fred and Molly instantly found herself rushing forward to try and stop them.
‘She wasn’t ready for him to leave just yet.’ . . .but before she could make it over to the body of her son, George stood.
“GET YOUR BLOODY HANDS OFF OF HIM!”
“I’m sorry, I-“
“THAT’S MY BROTHER! YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE! YOU GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM!”
Molly rushed over now. “George. ‘George.’” She wrapped her arms around her son. George immediately gave into her hold – a rarity. . . something that barely happened throughout his and Fred’s entire lifetime. They were never the touchy feely, lovey-dovey type.
Her eyes locked with the Hogwarts Staff Member. She was having to be the strong one, and that was quite alright with her. She was their mother after all.
“Give us a moment, would you?” she asked the man in a soft, tired voice.
He nodded. “My apologies, Mrs. Weasley. Take all tha time ya need.” The man walked away and left Molly standing with George before the body of Fred. George clung tight to her, and Molly reciprocated his hold.
“He’s gone, Mum! My best friend. My brother. . . there will never be another-” George’s words were cut off by his sobs.
Molly closed her eyes. She allowed her own tears to fall now.
What else was there to say?
What else could she say to her son?
She was meant to be the strong one, but as she went to speak all she could do was agree.
She knew Fred was dead. She knew he was gone, and there was no coming back. He gave his life to free so many people from the pain that would’ve come if ‘You Know - - NO. If Voldemort had won.
Molly would not be afraid to think on his name a day longer. That man was gone. He was dead. . . and he took her son with him.
She would not be afraid any longer to speak his name - to think his name. He was just a man. A pathetic and cruel man.
He would not hold any weight or power over her anymore because that would be insulting to Fred and his sacrifice for her freedom to live.
She continued to release her own cries whilst George did the same. He needed to be able to grieve, and he needed to know that he was not alone in his grief.
Molly's eyes opened now, and she looked down upon the lifeless body of Fred.
She’d had a moment with him earlier when they’d first found out the news of his passing, but she had been in so much shock and misery, she’d not been able to find the words to say what she’d wanted.
Molly released George long enough to step forward and bend down. She placed a kiss against Fred’s forehead.
He was cold. He was dead.
“Rest peacefully, my darling boy. I was so lucky to be your mum. I’m sorry. . . I’m-” There were more tears forming and she couldn’t speak another word as her moist filled eyes stared toward her dead son.
George was kneeling by her now.
“I’m going to miss you, brother. We had so much life left to live together.”
Molly wrapped her arms around George once more. Though her attention was brought from the moment with the twins when she heard her name being called ahead.
“MUM!” Ginny cried as she ran toward where Molly and George knelt before Fred.
Arthur, Charlie, Percy, and Ronald and Hermione were not far behind.
Molly stood to her feet and wiped her eyes.
“Ginny!” Molly left one last kiss against Fred's forehead and rushed forward and wrapped her arms around her daughter.
She hadn’t spoken a word to Ginny since before the battle with Bellatrix where Molly took the life of the bitch who dared to take her daughter away. Molly was a kind woman - a fair and caring individual . . .until you messed with one of her children. She'd already lost one child that day. She would not lose another.
Molly drew back from the embrace shared with Ginny. She looked her girl over, making sure she was okay. "Praise Merlin, you're safe."
She left a kiss on Ginny's forehead, and went on to greet the remainder of her children, including Hermione.
Molly turned toward George. She went to step forward, but Ginny cut in.
"Let me, Mum."
Ginny made her way over to where George knelt before Fred.
Arthur came to stand by Molly, who slid her hand up to rest against his chest. Her head rest against his shoulder. The pair of them shared a glance to each other. There was sadness in Arthur's eyes and Molly knew her own reciprocated the same sadness.
Not a word was shared between Molly and Arthur, but their eyes said everything their mouths did not. They were tired. They were worn. They were sad, but they were together and alive and they would get through this next chapter where they would be forced to grieve the loss of Fred.
When Molly's eyes returned to George and Ginny, she watched now as her daughter said her goodbyes to Fred just before placing the blanket over his head.
Molly watched as George and Ginny said their goodbyes to Fred before standing and making their way over to where she and others stood. Her hand resting on Arthur's chest gripped his robes as she watched her children walking away from Fred. She fought her tears as her eyes caught sight of her boy now covered - his face no longer shown.
Her attention diverted to George, who stepped away from Ginny with a wait 'wait a moment' just before he made his way to the other row of bodies lain across the floor of the Great Hall.
He stopped before a girl who was crying over the body of a boy. Molly watched as George held out his hand out to the girl and just barely heard him say, 'let bygones be bygones, aye?'
Molly furrowed her brows, but a few moments later George and Ginny were returning with the girl.
"Mum. Dad? Nerissa."
"Nerissa? Mum. Dad."
George didn't say another word. He brushed passed all of them and made his way toward one of the four tables being set for a great feast.
Molly and her family and Nerissa left Fred and the other bodies lain in the Great Hall and made their way to the four tables now put together and filled with the remaining students and their parents and everyone involved in fighting against Voldemort. She had Ginny resting her head against her shoulder on one side and the girl named Nerissa.
Nerissa stared at the plate of food which sat on the table before her. Molly took notice to how grief stricken she appeared. It was obvious whoever that boy had been lying on the make-shift cot across from Fred had been someone Nerissa cared about.
Molly felt the need to become motherly toward her, seeing as their seemed to be no one else around to take care of Nerissa.
"Eat, darling. You've got to keep your strength up."
Molly pushed the plate toward Nerissa, who said nothing in reply.
"That boy lying across from your loved one? That was my son."
Nerissa looked to Molly. "Everyone knows that. Have you seen your hair?"
Molly couldn't help but chuckle. "Red hair? Must be a Weasley, aye."
It was obvious Nerissa was fighting a grin.
"My point is: your person - "
"- my brother."
Molly paused and wrapped her arm around Nerissa. She was a mother at heart, and she couldn't help herself but attempt to comfort. Nerissa fought Molly's hold, at first. . . but then gave in.
"Your brother would want you to take care of yourself. His sacrifice was not for nothing." Nerissa didn't say anything. In fact, she looked down and drew very quiet. Molly knew she'd reached the child.
"Don't allow his sacrifice to be one in vain. He's dead, and he's never coming back. . . so grieve his loss, but don't stop living your life. Take care of yourself."
Molly looked to the other side of the Great Hall where the bodies of those who sacrificed themselves lain. "I know my Fred would rather be here . . . eating a celebratory meal than lying lifeless, dead."
Nerissa looked away from Molly and toward her plate of food. She was quiet for several more moments before finally reaching out and taking a piece of roast beef and shoving it into her mouth.
Molly smiled slightly when she did. She then turned to Ginny and left a kiss against her forehead.
Her eyes found Arthur and Ronald and Hermione, Charlie and George and across the way they found Harry who smiled and she returned the expression.
Molly was tired.
She was worn.
. . .but she was alive, and for Fred. . . she would keep on.
05/17/2020 06:59 PM
Platform 9 ¾
Another year arrived and another 1st September rolled around. Molly sent her children off on the train and waved goodbye whilst she stood at Platform 9 ¾ (and yes there were tears in her eyes as she watched the train roll on by).
Next year Ginny would go, and Molly wasn’t quite ready to even begin to think about how her little girl would more than likely (as all of her other children had before) receive her letter the following Summer, alerting her that she too would be attending Hogwarts that up coming Fall.
Of course she wanted all of her children to go school and learn how to be great wizards (and witch) but it didn’t make it any easier with each year that came and went.
“Of we go,” she said to little Ginny, who still had tears in her eyes. “Oh darling.”
Molly bent down before her daughter and with the hanky she’d used to attempt to wipe away the dirt from Ronald’s nose, she wiped the tears from Ginny’s eyes.
“You’ve got them too, Mummy.” Ginny pointed just below her eye where Molly hadn’t noticed the tear which now began to dry.
Molly chuckled and wiped her own eyes with the hanky.
“I do. Don’t I?”
They both shared tears, but whilst Ginny was crying about not being able to go with her brothers (yet again), Molly was crying that they were leaving her once more.
She kissed Ginny’s nose.
Ginny giggled and squirmed away. “Mum!”
“What?” Molly answered playfully with wide eyes. Though, she grew quiet a moment. Her expression drew serious. “Please don’t grow up too fast.”
She didn’t really mean to say the words out loud, but there they were. . .
‘You’re my last. . .’
Ginny huffed. “. . . but I can’t wait to get to Hogwarts, Mummy! I want to play Quidditch and do magic!”
Molly smiled. Her eyes were sad, but she was happy Ginny wanted all of that. Of course she was. Molly knew Ginny didn't understand, and that was quite alright. It wasn't for a child to feel the pain a parent felt as they grew older - they were never meant to carry the burden of that.
She tapped the girl’s nose and stood, holding out her hand.
Ginny took the hand Molly offered, and the pair walked away.
“Mummy? Was that really Harry Potter?”
Molly was quiet a moment. Her mind became lost in the thoughts of meeting the boy she'd promised to protect. She thought back to her first encounter with Harry Potter. She had thought it was odd a child being at Kings Cross Station without a family member, and for a brief moment she dare say she thought it was Harry before she even knew. . . but she hadn’t wanted to single him out – not amongst her children.
The poor dear was already going through enough on his first day, and from what little she did know of Lily’s sister (and from the little Dumbledore was able to provide her on that night all of those years ago when she’d gone to offer to take in the child), she knew Harry wasn’t learning much – or anything all for that matter – of their world or what to expect. . . and/or do on his first day of school.
She was surprised he’d managed to make it to the station at all.
Her heart hurt because she’d made a promise to Lily all of those years ago to take care of Harry, and all she’d managed to do was follow Dumbledore’s strict orders, ‘I can’t let you take the boy, Molly. . . but I do ask when he comes to Hogwarts that you take him under your wing and love him like a mother would – like he deserves – so you can keep your promise to Lily.’
There would always be knots in her stomach over that night. The night she was told by Dumbledore that it was for Harry’s protection that he remain away from their world and out of sight.
Molly snapped out of her thoughts. “Hmm?”
“I asked if that was really Harry Potter?”
Molly nodded. “Yes. That was in fact Harry Potter.”
“Wicked! I hope Ron makes friends with him."
“Me too, dear. Me too.” The words to Molly's response sounded as if she was very far away, and maybe in some sense she was – because she found herself quite lost in her thoughts as she answered her daughter.
Molly promised herself to make sure to take care of Harry as best she could – even if he and Ron didn’t hit it off as friends. She wouldn’t allow Harry go another year longer without a mother watching over him.
When she and Ginny returned home, Molly began knitting another jumper, and when it came time for the stitching, she monogrammed this particular one with an 'H'. . . making Harry officially a Weasley.
05/12/2020 08:24 PM
number twelve grimmauld place,
It wasn’t in Molly Weasley's nature to disagree with Dumbledore, for she was apart of what was known as the "old crowd” – a loyal and devout group to the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore.
In the minds of these loyal followers, there was no greater power or source of information or protection than the great leader of the school they all once attended.
Dumbledore was their leader.
He was who they sought truth from. . . but Molly couldn’t deny her anger when Albus informed her of the news of Harry returning to the Dursleys for another summer of torture.
Molly couldn’t believe someone as great and pure as Albus Dumbledore – someone whom she put her faith and trust in – would allow a boy to spend more time in that rotten household.
She understood why Harry had been made to grow up with that awful, abusive man and woman (Albus had explained to her as much the night of the Potters death, and it was for Harry's protection - as much as it pained Molly to admit - that he stay with his Aunt and Uncle until further notice). Molly understood that, but after everything the boy had been put through the year prior at school during the Triwizard Tournament - after he'd been forced to witness Cedric Diggory's death and the rise of . . . 'You-Know-Who' - after all of that? Dumbledore continued to insist the boy return to Privet drive?
It was an outrage, and Molly made her disapproval apparent just before Harry's Summer holiday was meant to begin.
"I do not approve, Albus! Not one bit." It wasn't in character for Molly to speak to the Headmaster in such a way, but when it came to the safety of her children, all bets and normal means of behavior were off the table.
Albus didn't seem shocked one bit when Molly gave her opinion on the matter. In fact, there was a smirk spread across his lips when she spoke her mind.
"Molly, I would expect no less of an answer from you. Whilst I sympathize with your desire to protect the boy from his Aunt and Uncle - as we are all aware of their rotten ways - I urge you to put aside your frustrations toward them and think of Harry."
"I am, Dumbledore! I understand the importance of Harry living with his relatives. I understand the importance of it all - you told me all of those years ago! It doesn't mean I'm thrilled with the idea of my - -" She stopped herself before she called Harry by the title she saw him as: her child. Her son. "- - the boy not eating or being properly taken care of and looked after whilst he's waiting for next school year to begin. That's no way for a child to live, Albus – especially one whose been through the type of hell he has!"
There were tears in Molly's eyes now, and she stopped herself from continuing on as to not cry in front of Dumbledore.
"It's for his safety, Molly. Voldemort - - " Molly shivered at the mention of 'You-Know-Who's' name. "- - has returned and Harry witnessed something no child should ever be privy to, but unfortunately, due to the cruelty of this world we live in, we aren't given the ability to pick and choose the cards we are dealt. It is fact that Voldemort - - " Molly shivered again, and she knew no matter how much she hated the mention of his name, Dumbledore wouldn't back down from stating it out loud. Fear of a name, he would always say, gives it power. Molly knew Dumbledore refused to give 'You-Know-Who' power, whilst she couldn't bring herself to think of his name, let alone say it. "- - has returned whether or not the Ministry chooses to believe. He will be looking for any opportunity to infiltrate in Harry's life, and as long as the boy remains with his Aunt and Uncle for the duration of the Summer Holiday, he will keep safe."
Molly stood before Dumbledore - the man she normally adored and respected.
She was completely deflated.
There was a part of the woman who deep down felt as if she'd failed Harry in some sense, but there was no use arguing now. He was safer where he'd always been since his parents died, and if four Privet Drive was what was going to keep Harry out of harms way, then four Privet Drive is where he would be - even though Molly would give anything to bring him home to the Burrow.
* * *
"I don't like it anymore than you do, my dear. . . but I believe it's the only way to keep our family safe." Arthur spoke as he stood in front of the lit fireplace in the living room.
He entertained a mug of tea in his hand - the one Molly had prepared for him when he returned home from the Ministry that evening.
"I know, my love. It's - I. . .I never wanted this for our children."
"Neither did I." Arthur paused and took a sip of his tea. " . . . but the fact of the matter is: the Ministry is falling apart, and we must watch out for ourselves and the children. If our government chooses to keep their heads so far up their arses that they refuse to see the truth which stares them right in the face, that's their choice. . . but when 'You-Know-Who' comes knocking (and mark my words: he's returned, and he will) we won't be the fools taken down. We will be the ones standing before him ready and fighting."
Molly had chills. The weight behind her husband's words filled the room - so much so, she felt as if she couldn't hardly breathe.
What she always loved about Arthur was: he was a quiet man - he was smart, he didn't make rash moves or decisions (unlike her who could become so quickly heated, but their differences balanced them out) and he knew when to speak and when to remain quiet, but even when he spoke, only a fool wouldn't listen because his words held such truth and power and confidence.
It was common for others to mistake his quiet ways as meekness, but that was not the case. Arthur Weasley - her husband - was bold and brave.
Molly knew she had no choice but to fight. She promised herself if there was ever another war, she would join up in honor and in place of her brothers.
She had to. She wouldn't break that promise to Gideon and Fabian. Not to mention, she wanted to keep her children safe, and if fighting and giving her own life meant they could live their own, then so be it.
Her eyes were to Arthur's back. She could sense the exhaustion without even looking him in the eyes. She could tell by the way he stood and the way he spoke. His work was taking all he had out of him, Molly knew.
The fire was dying out, and with quick grab of her wand and flick of her wrist, she pointed it toward the fireplace whilst inwardly chanting the Spell needed to ignite the flames a little more.
Molly replaced her wand and went to grab one of her home-knit blankets which sat on the back of the couch.
She brought it over to Arthur and wrapped it around him. Her arm came round his back and she guided him toward his chair by the fire.
"Sit, my darling. Rest. It's off to the safe house for us soon. We might as well enjoy our home for the little while longer we have it for now."
Arthur did as Molly instructed, and she caught his eye as he looked up to her. "We're going to be alright."
"I know we are." She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
When she drew back, she smiled and he returned the gesture.
There was a soft pattering of footsteps coming from where the second floor met the stairs. Molly knew that sound all too well - one of their children had been listening in on their conversation. She had her suspicions as to who it was, but she wasn't worried for now.
* * *
She knew the twins and Ronald always slept late, but she also knew it wouldn't be long until they woke to growling tummies, so she had to be prepared. Yes, she truly enjoyed taking care of her family.
Ginny had been rather quiet that morning, and though that in itself was not an entirely shocking matter. . . Molly knew her daughter, and she could feel Ginny's inner wheels turning.
She was honestly waiting for Ginny to speak up about what was going on in her mind.
Molly didn't want to push her daughter, because she knew how Ginny worked. Pushing the girl would never allow one the results they were after. . . so in order to calm her own anxiety whilst she waited for Ginny to speak. . . Molly made an extra big meal (because food was plenty right now and she wanted to make sure her children were well fed and healthy. They were going to need it for what was ahead during the Summer and Fall and onward until Voldemort was taken down once and for all.)
It wasn't until Ginny finally spoke up about what was going on in that mind of hers (which also didn't shock Molly in the slightest. How could her daughter not be thinking on Cedric's death and Dumbledore and Harry and the Ministry and how they refused to believe the truth about You-Know-Who's return. It would be odd if she wasn't) that Molly turned off the stove and made a plate for her daughter.
She took the breakfast to Ginny. Though Molly did not sit down - she was never one to really stop. . . she always kept going and there were times her family would have to remind her to sit down and also take care of herself.
"I thought it was you the other night I heard tiptoeing around the stairs whilst your father and I were talking." Molly drew her wand from the pocket of her robes and tapped Ginny's glass. Moments later it was filled with freshly squeezed orange juice from the oranges they grew in their plant and tree garden. "It's true. We will be leaving the Burrow soon and rehousing someplace safer for the time being."
Molly had no use in lying to her daughter. She wouldn't be able to share all of the details with her until a later time when Arthur gave her the okay (because there were eyes and ears everywhere) but she wouldn't keep this from Ginny.
She placed her hand on Ginny's shoulder. Her head leaned to the side and she looked Ginny in the eyes.
"Some people are ignorant to reality because it makes them feel safer to live in the darkness rather than stepping out into the light and living in the truth. That's what the Ministry is doing right now - they are choosing to live in a lie because they don't want to accept that You-Know- Who is back."
05/11/2020 07:23 PM
31st October, 1981
31st October 1981 pt 1: The News.
The Weasley Residence - The Burrow, Ottery St Mary, Devon, England, United Kingdom
‘Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock’ went the clock in the living room of the Burrow.
‘Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. . .’ it was the only sound to be heard in the kitchen now filled with silence.
Molly Weasley stood with her hands out in the air before her from where a mug once rested in between them. The cup had fallen to the floor with a loud ‘crash!’ when Arthur told her the news.
It had been a birthday mug given to her a day prior (30th October) – sent by Bill from Hogwarts through Pigwidgeon. Molly obviously knew Arthur helped their eldest child in paying for the owl to be sent so very far away (as he was only eleven and it was his first year at Hogwarts and he wasn’t very well out working to pay for his own way at this point). . . and it meant the world to her – with her eldest son unable to be at home. . . to be thinking of her on her birthday.
It was that particular mug lying shattered at her feet as she processed the news.
The Potters were dead. “Lily and James have been killed by ‘You-Know-Who’.”
It couldn’t be. Not them. Not the fierce warriors. . . not the Potters, but even one could say the same about her brothers (Gideon and Fabian) who died a year and half prior.
This war had been cruel, and even to the most valiant of warriors, it showed no mercy. No matter who they were or how hard they fought the good fight, everyone was fair game.
Molly didn’t want to move from the spot where she stood. It was almost as if she’d been petrified.
Arthur informed her of the remainder of the news – how it happened, where they’d been and all of what he knew as far as details went.
Her own fears were now swarming her mind. Lily had been a dear friend not only to her but her brother, and her son - -
“Harry?! What happened to Harry?” It was in that instance, Molly came alive. She hastily stepped forward and over the tea mug, stepping closer to Arthur. Her eyes were wide with worry. “What happened to their son?”
“My darling, he's quite alright. The boy. . . survived.”
Molly’s entire. . . everything. . . filled with chills.
How was that possible? How was it that a baby lived whilst his very capable parents died? Not that Molly was complaining in slightest - Merlin, no! It just simply did not make the least bit of sense.
She wanted to hold her own children in that moment as she thought about little Harry crying all alone. She wanted to squeeze them and love them and make sure they were safe. Her eyes were fighting tears, but she pushed them away. There was no time for grieving - not now anyway.
Molly knew for a fact Charlie, Percy, Fred and George, and Ronald were all upstairs whilst baby Ginny was asleep in her cot in the living room. Bill was at Hogwarts. She had to write to him – this was his first year. He would hear of the news that ‘You Know Who’ had been killed and she wanted to make sure he was prepared, and though it was a very exciting day amongst the Wizarding World. . . it was also a very grave one too.
In fact, Molly wanted so bad to see her son and speak with Albus Dumbledore (whom she’d followed and believed in and looked to as leader since before she could ever remember) about who was going to take the boy in. . . that she decided in that moment she had to get to the school.
She drew her wand (Apple wood with a unicorn hair core, 11 1/4 inches with slightly yielding flexibility) from the pocket of her robes and cleaned up the broken mess of the mug on the floor. The cracks were repaired, and the mug was as good as new and was magically placed on the shelf where it belonged in the cupboard.
Molly returned her wand to its rightful pocket just before she went to grab her outer robes. (The ones she'd owned for many years. They were her favorite, and though they were worn and patched many times over. . . she couldn't find herself to part from them. Besides, it was always much more important to her for their family to save what little money they had for things that truly mattered rather than purchasing fancy new robes). She wrapped the garment around herself and fastened the top button between the loop where it connected at her chest.
She turned to face her husband. “Arthur. I need you to trust me, and I need you watch the children whilst I'm away. I may return with another child, and I need you to understand that I made a promise to Lily. If Harry needs a place to stay - - I know we don’t have the means for one more child but- ”
Arthur stopped her speaking with a raise of his hand. “I would never ask you to go against a promise made to a dear friend, my love. Do what you have to do. I will be here. The children and I will be just fine. We'll figure it all out once we know more of what's going on.”
Molly smiled as best she could given the circumstances. She hadn’t been given the chance to really allow the emotions of it all to hit. She was sure they would, but she was on a mission in that moment, and she had to complete it - not only to keep her promise to Lily but for Harry and his safety. She wouldn’t mourn the loss of her friend nor would she allow herself to shed one tear until she knew that boy was safe.
She made her way to the fireplace. Arthur followed.
"You'll be pleased to know I replaced the Floo powder last week, so there should be enough for your journey there and back."
Molly stepped forward and placed a kiss against his lips. It was a gesture filled with many thanks and so much love for the man. He was alway taking care of them - even when they didn't have the means. Arthur always found a way to make sure they had just what they needed. It was during times like these Molly was truly reminded just how much she loved and appreciated her husband and all he did for her and their family.
She took the bit of Floo powder needed to make her way there and back to and from the school in order to speak with Dumbledore about the plans regarding Harry. Drawing her wand once more from the pocket of her robes, she pointed it toward the pit, watching as the fireplace roared to life with green flames.
Molly stepped into the pit and dropped the powder into the flames.
Sparks flew about, and at the same time, she enunciated exactly where she going.
"Hogwarts School, Headmaster's office." and with a loud roar, Molly disappeared into the flames.
- - to be continued.
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05/02/2020 05:03 PM
[could i have saved them?]
“Do you think it wise to have a funeral at this time, my dear, with everything going on?”
Arthur placed a hand on Molly’s shoulder. She immediately moved away from his touch.
How dare he suggest such a thing.
Molly looked from Arthur’s hands to his eyes. Her own were filled with hurt and disbelief.
“We are not cowards! I will not hide with fear in the background because of that man who charmed his way through the Ministry and skewed the beliefs of those whose heads are so far up their arses with their pride clouding their judgement that they no longer see right from wrong. . . (and maybe they never did. . . but that’s beside the point!). I will not have my brothers buried in secret out of fear. Absolutely not, Arthur! Absolutely not.”
Molly stormed out of the room and up the stairs. Her heart ached with a crippling sorrow.
The door slammed behind her as she entered their bedroom.
She went to sit, but she couldn’t . . . so she paced. . . and she paced and she paced the room. She could never sit still when she was nervous or sad or hurt. . . or feeling any sort of emotion good or bad, really.
Her mind was spinning with the thoughts of all the reasons why she should’ve joined up to fight. She had not because she’d been pregnant with Bill at the time of the war on the horizon, and by the time Voldemort came into power, he was being born.
She couldn’t in good faith leave her child and risk her life knowing she may not return.
Molly wouldn’t do that to her little boy.
What if she never came home?
The thought of her baby boy being raised without his mother was not something Molly could bear. . .but knowing her brothers gave their lives for the cause . . . she started to question, ‘Did I make the right decision?’
The witch paced the room, back and forth she went. . . back and forth. Back and forth.
She was fighting the tears trying desperately to form in her eyes.
Was she irresponsible for settling down and having a family when her own was out there fighting?
At this point she’d given birth to five children and there was another on the way.
Her hand moved along her swelling belly.
Had she been selfish for wanting some semblance of normal amidst the dark times all around them?
Had she been a coward and used the desire for a family as her way out?
NO. Absolutely not!
She was no coward. . . but now her brothers were gone and she was left wondering. . . if she had been out there fighting, could she have helped save them?
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