Molly was a mother through and through- seven children of her own, the two brothers she had raised and then lost, and a handful of unofficially adopted kids- which was the category that Remus was in. That meant that her home was always open to him, no matter how long it had been since his last visit. She’d missed him, wondered where he’d been, but when she heard that he was teaching at the school that all of her children attended, she knew it’d only be a matter of time until she saw him again, and she wasn’t going to make him feel awful about his absence.
Molly chuckled as he presented her with flowers. “Thank you, dear! The ones I have on the table right now are starting to die, so these will be a nice replacement.” As she let him in and led him to the kitchen, dodging several objects that she had put to work with her magic, she tsked at him. “How is it being back up at the school?”
Remus couldn't remember the last night he visited the Burrow. It had been ages since he last visited where he could have sworn it happened to another person entirely. As Molly led him inside the all-too familiar dwelling, the first change he noticed immediately was a magnificent clock that didn't tell the time but instead the names of the Weasley kin. He recognized all of them without hesitation. Percy's, Fred's, George's, Ron's, and Ginny's names were all pointing to "school" while Arthur's was at "work".
For some reason, Remus was looking for Harry's name until a pang of realization hit him...
"Ah? Oh." he snapped back to reality, just realizing he was staring at the clock for far too long.
"It's brilliant...the castle is the same as always, even got to check the old common room and it still has that burnt mark I made on the edge of the carpet." he noted with a smile.
"Your children are brilliant too by the way." he said, suspecting Molly would want to know more about them from him first-hand. "I'm sad to say that regardless of my past, a certain pair of twins still refuse to accept a little disciplining..." he didn't really expect Fred and George Weasley to take him seriously, considering James, Sirius, and Peter didn’t either...
He stopped his trail of thought immediately. It hurt too much and he was in no mood to think of them, which proved to be harder by the day considering Sirius' posters being plastered all around Hogsmeade.
“What about you?” he asked, needing to change topics immediately.
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