Molly Weasley

Social Media Specialist Department of International Wizarding Cooperation

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A Sample

Molly breathed out as she met his eyes, nostrils flaring waiting for the next time he would open his mouth, certainly he wouldn’t just take this lying down. She was pissed off by every word that came out of his mouth, because he couldn’t seem to just say the ones she needed him to say. Yet, his silence seemed even more infuriating. The tone in his voice was volatile enough to make a normal person step back and yet all it did was needle at her. Stoking the fire reigniting it at the very core. Inside was waging a war as he spoke, trying decide if he was mad in the head or just a complete and utter ass. “Because I didn’t want you to tell me no.” She mimicked childishly, rolling her eyes as she let out a noise somewhere between a sigh and a growl that said it all. (Or it would have if it were anyone but Molly.) “What are you a toddler? I am not your boss, Arthur. I am supposed to be your wife. Who you are supposed to talk to not for permission, but to prevent her waking up one day and finding blue prints for a device capable of massive destruction. with your grubby finger prints all over them. I don’t treat you like a child. Do not by any means try to turn this around on me. This is about your shitty judgement call to decide not to tell me about things. cut me out of something this huge. About the fact that I was trapped in St. Mungo’s for weeks and then at home recovering from a bomb that you’re the mastermind of and that I find out like this. Do you not see the problem here?” She demanded as hand slapped her thigh out of frustration.  

She couldn’t recall a time when she had ever felt this, she hated to place blame on her unborn child, but she was certain that part of this was the hormones. She knew she had become such a mixed bag that no one knew what they were getting these days when the approached. This though, a part of her had broken when she realized what those plans were and who they were from. She had never felt fear like the moments when she’d been crushed at the pant shop and waking up at St. Mungo’s with Narcissa in the room. It was a kind of all consuming desperation that ate you up on the inside and surpassed words. She had been avoiding so much since that day, living in fear of what lurked in the shadows, approaching another shop and taking a risk with the baby again. Yet, her husband had been concealing knowledge of that day. Of the orgin, the people behind it. He knew it all and if this leak had never happened she suspected she could have lived her entire life not knowing. Somewhere between putting the papers on the counter and hearing Arthur call her name the betrayal and the broken had been eclipsed by the anger.

“You ate my ice cream?” Molly’s face scrunched in confusion as she listened to his list of lies, had she been so lost in her own thoughts that she missed something. Was he kidding her? This was nonsense. She didn’t care about any of this, or most of it, “What do you mean you don’t want to move? We talked about a yard and the extra.” She shook her head, because the house conversation would detract from this and she refused to be sidetracked right now. “That’s not what this is about. We can deal with that later. I don’t need you to tell me every detail of your every breath or send me a bathroom schedule, but just for a moment imagine our roles are reversed.”

Her back stiffened when he touched her side, it was exactly the kind of touch that soothed her hurt and caused her to curl into it. A reminder of how well they fit, how well they worked. She loved him and the touch soothed her, but she wasn’t there yet. “I am aware that you made a mistake, Arthur. I’m so glad you are too. The question is. What. Are. You. Going. To. Do. To. Fix. It?” She poked his chest with each word before she glided away from him. She felt a bit caged by the walls of the apartment, not that she had any desire to be anywhere else, but she felt like climbing the walls she was lost and pissed off and just in general a mess.

Her fingers drumming against the wall as she listened to him whipping around to stare him down. Wasn’t he listening to everything she had said? She wasn’t sure how this is a question at all. She snapped again her voice back to a level that was likely to wake any neighbors. “What do I want? I want the truth, Art. I want to know what is going on. I want to be kept inside the damned loop. All the way inside. No more patting me on the head and placating me with lies that come back to bite you in the ass. I cannot live in a world where Isit around wondering what part of the daily news my husband is behind.” She nodded at her own brilliance. “The economy in the states. The energy crisis. The earthquake in Bali. I get it, the Order is important and they’re trying to make a difference, but I refuse to have my marriage controlled by it.” She took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing as she stared him down for a minute, she shouldn’t say anything more she should leave it at that. She really should, but he needed to understand how serious she was right now. “If you don’t keep me in the loop about the real workings of the Order and the plans you’re involved in. I will find someone that will keep me in the loop. And don’t for a second think I’m not capable of it. Don’t make me go around you for the truth Arthur. It won’t be pretty.”

[molly-weasley-tm]

Alice has recently moved into a flat near the Ministry, as much as she loves her parents and as homesick and lonely as she was at the beginning of her summer on her own she was ready for this. She'd been preparing since for this opportunity. Her flat was small and new but it was home she'd gone through her parent’s attic, her uncle's and every store selling home goods and even  used ones. What it lacked in space it certainly made up for in color and personality.

[kepnerrrd]

April Kepner + baby belly

[molly-weasley-tm]

That Would Be Enough || Molthur

[pointnoice]

Arthur mock frowned at her retort, his nose wrinkled as he chuckled quietly. “I don’t think you’ve got any issues there, you’re above and beyond the current populous.” He revelled in her closeness, her eyes so soft in the dimmed light of the hallway, they were both relaxed for once and in the same space and awake. Her words light against his lips, Art couldn’t help but widen his smile at them, it seemed to simple to play around like they hadn’t in such a long time. Hands spreading at her waist, skin smooth under this fingers. It reminded him of a similar moment when they had just moved in and she had challenged his ability to hang the new doors, it had ended in his success to say the least. Art had often wondered whether he had stopped reaching out like he used to, she wasn’t any less beautiful or intelligent than she had been when they had met - in fact it was entirely the opposite situation. It was all subtle hues of green lustre in her eyes and streams of white painting lines across the column of her neck. It was like seeing her again after being away on a trip, it had been a long time.

Molly’s comment filled him with pride, he knew she had been dreaming of how to create the perfect space for their baby, the pinterest boards and the searching for the right borders. They’d had lengthy discussions on keeping stuff neutral and how they were going to dress their home for the child that was going to be so loved and looked after. “It’s getting there. Everything should be done by this evening, sans Bumpy of course.” Art rubbed her shoulder before stepping back towards the step ladder with a clap. “Yeah it should do, you’ll probably want to grab a few dishes and glasses for the screws so we don’t lose any.” He grabbed the rest of the end of the border and the wallpaper paste brush, pasting the wall smoothly before lining the rest of the corner of the border. “This shouldn’t take me much longer anyway.” He glanced at the stereo and turned the music up ever so slightly from his corner, after popping on The Beatles’ ‘Day-tripper’ to fill the room, he knew would make the solo cot building a little less intimidating for the second whilst he finished the rest of the border.

“Anyway, how’re you feeling today? What’s new with you?” It seemed a strange thing to ask but it was a game that they had played when they were getting to know one another again after that party. It was the game where you’d ask ‘what’s new’ and the other would reply with some entirely random thought that might’ve passed through their heads in the last few days - a nonsense thought that you’d dismiss for a moment in high euphoria or a senior moment - but a though to spur a conversation about it nonetheless.

[molly-weasley-tm]

“I’m afraid as much as I’d like bumpy to enjoy the completed nursery there’s still ages before the debut. At least, that’s how it feels. Then I remember elephants are pregnant for two years and Merlin it’s an excellent thing I’m not an elephant. I’ve got it easy.” Molly mused as she set aside the box once she’d emptied it holding onto the large back of assorted tiny hardware in her hands. “Though marking this off of our bumpy to-do list is quite the triumph, I think. Plenty left to fill the time though. He’ll be in our arms before we know it.” She sighed wistfully, as she took in Arthur’s advice on the task at hand. He had a solid point about containers for the tiny screws, but rather than heading for the kitchen she pulled her wand out, carefully catching the bowl that came her way and setting it down before she accio’d another. truly their flat was no so large that such measures were called for, but she was carrying a tiny human being inside of her. If ever she deserved to accio for the sake of being lazy it was now. 

Besides, the last thing she wanted to do was disrupt the haze of happiness enveloping the room. She knew they a had scored quite a deal on the cot, but she hadn’t realized that it was because it came in a gazillion tiny pieces. Seating herself on the floor, dropping the different sized hardware into the bowls along with the beat of the music, watching Arthur work an air of contentment settling over her as she began to read through the detailed instruction pamphlet. As many moving parts as there were to this cot it truly should have her undivided attention, but the truth of the matter was that her eyes kept being drawn to Arthur’s hands as they worked. They were nimble and yet decisive. She had always like them.  Odd as it might be she was a simple fascinated by them whether he was playing piano or simply writing. At first, it had been a fascination about how they would feel on her and evolved later into a remembrance of how they felt on her body. Now there was a familiar comfort in the way they moved, and yet there was a thrill of anticipation.  He wouldn’t be working above her all day. Soon, he would join her in building the cot. Then it was likely their hands would brush, they’d lean into each other as they worked side by side to assemble the cot. When the room was all put together they’d sit together in the over sized cushy rocker to take it all in. Squeezed into one chair in a way that it seemed like a lifetime since they had done. 

Molly gazed at him as the question registered through her haze of thoughts a smile lifting the corners of her mouth. It felt like a lifetime since he had asked her that question. She glanced up as if seeking confirmation that it was the question she thought it was, funny how it seemed relevant once again in their lives. There had been so little talking between them as of late, she couldn’t even remember the last non-essential conversation they had. She pursed her lips as she considered it for a moment a small laugh escaping as she shakes her head. “Our neighbor purchased or rescued, I’m truly not entirely sure where she gets them all...” She mused momentarily knowing Arthur would know precisely which neighbor she was speaking of. “Anyhow, she got a new cat, and a case of leashes. When I popped home for lunch last week she was attempting to walk the whole lot of them. I half expected to return home in the evening and find they’d banded together to tie her up with their leashes, but the halls were clear.” 

[molly-weasley-tm]

That Would Be Enough || Molthur

[pointnoice]

The paint had dried nigh on months ago now in the room and he was intent on finishing the nursery decorating by the end of the day. This week he’d hung a new blind rail, mended the light fixtures and had finished touching up the skirting boards, marked up the shelves and was heading onto the borders. Arthur had thrown The Clash on and had marked everything out this morning for the shelves and as the time pushed into afternoon, he had pulled up a ladder and was starting to sing through ‘London’s Calling’ and was half way into ‘Brand New Cadillac’ and was belting out the lyrics as he started on the borders for the room as Molly hung at the door. Art felt her eyes on him before he finally turned when he had suitably affixed the shelf to the wall. It had been difficult recently but they were still working things out, work was pushing them hard since the Saturnalia leaks and both their departments were suffering for it. He was working extra time in prep for two weeks paternity leave he received, and he knew that he could always barter to work half days or work from home when he could. Arthur was starting to unearth the unsolved cases from the past two months or so, so that he could completely clear the schedule. Arthur had realised that there had been a haze that had settled over his brow and had masked what was truly important to him. He turned and smiled, mouthing the words as he jumped from the ladder. “Baby, baby, won’t you hear my plea? Oh c'mon, just hear my plea..” Arthur air guitared at her in the centre of the room, waiting for a second until she rolled her eyes at him before making his way to her, turning the volume down from his phone so it wasn’t unmanageably loud.

After a minute he realised that he should probably reply to her words and with a grin he leaned a hand against the doorframe above her head a rose a brow jokingly. “I mean, I only let the gorgeous people in, so I don’t think it should be a problem.” With a grin he ducked his head and pressed a kiss to the corner of her jaw, she smelled like roses and clean linen, as he lingered in the proximity of her skin. Drawing back ever so slightly, he brushed a hand on the side of her hip, stepping into her space a little more to kiss her. He missed this, he missed the slow saturday mornings and being together, how easy it was to be with one another. “I marked out the shelves and I’ll put them up once I’ve finished with this border. I did those walls already look.” Arthur pointed behind him as he pulled her into the room by the hand, kissing her once more before turning and admiring his handiwork. “It should be done by lunch, what’s next on your list of stuff? It’s going to be so cool!” Art smiled at the images of a baby in their arms, and laid playing on the floor.. The wait was exciting and he couldn’t have been happier to have Molly by his side, the recent events had made him realise that being alone wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the quality of himself that he could procure without his family, without her. “If you want, you can unpack the cot and get started, I’ll join in once I’ve finished the borders and shelves? Is that alright? You let me know if it’s too much.”

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Molly did her best to keep a straight face as she watched his antics, but the laugh that escaped was as inevitable as her rolling her eyes. Merlin’s beard, she loved him which is the only explanation for why she found the air guitar riff so endearing. It was completely ludicrous but she really couldn’t imagine a better start to her day. They were just Molly and Arthur and everything else seemed to be of no consequence today. She had known that today was needed for more than just finishing the nursery, but the realization of how much these moments had been missing from their life hadn’t registered. They used to be a given and these days the two of them in the room together for more than just sleeping seemed to be a bit of a novelty. “Gorgeous, you say? Such high standards are you sure I’m up to snuff?” She teased, she found herself swaying into his touch and his kiss. Involuntary, sweet and wonderful. “You’ve been a busy boy.” She whispered against his lips as she turned to take in all the work he’d already done.

“It’s really starting to come together, isn’t it? The border looks even better than I could have imagined. This is going to be perfect.” She declared as she took it all in, unable to stop herself from smiling the room had gone from a spare room that mostly housed Arthur’s projects and was so close to being transforming into something special. The beginning of what Molly had been afraid would never happen for them. Each day in the beginning she’d woken almost afraid that it had all been one really, too wonderful to be true dream. Now there was no question and each kick or uncomfortable evening was reassurance that soon their dream would be a reality. “The cot, I think is next. No sense in trying to arrange anything else until we have the walls and shelves finished and the cot in place.” Despite her words she eyed the box skeptically. “It comes with directions, right? Surely I can’t get into too much trouble without you.” She leaned up brushing a kiss against his cheek before making her way over to the box and starting to unpack the seemingly millions of pieces that would make the cot. Sorting them slowly into like piles careful to keep them out of the way of Arthur’s working. “Yeah, no sweat....”

[youhavebeenadmired]

Something Like Sympathy || Narcissa & Molly

[youhavebeenadmired]

Baby. She’d forgotten. The baby.

The Healers had mentioned it–not to her, but to each other, not bothering to keep their voices quiet. Too easy to overhear intimate details of Molly’s health and status. The husband would be here soon, presumably. The authorities were still trying to notify kin; apparently the blast had caused a lot of confusion.

Molly was moving, and Narcissa started toward her, fighting whatever revulsion she felt initially at the sight of injuries and bandages tinged pink, of Molly’s freckles and unruly hair (she reminded herself she looked no better; the hospital lacked mirrors and she had not been permitted to fix herself). She halted a few feet away and forced herself to take a few more steps forward. Molly knew her name, which meant Molly knew her by sight, because Molly had not been conscious when they had been admitted.

How Molly Weasley knew her name without prompting puzzled her. If they’d met before, Narcissa had not retained the memory, and the Weasleys were not known for keeping up with society. The redhead had a desperate look on her face and a panicked tone that worried Narcissa more than how she knew her name, so she swallowed through the sudden dryness of her mouth and answered. “It’s fine.” Or so she’d gathered from the Healers’ gossip. “Stop moving. You’ll hurt yourself.”

[molly-weasley-tm]

Molly stopped moving instantly at Narcissa's words, not for fear for herself, she was clearly already injured but if the baby was still alright than she wouldn't do anything to risk it. “You're certain? They said the baby was fine?” She swallowed, she wanted to take the other woman at her word, considering that she was the one who had been by her side through the whole thing. Narcissa was an unknown quantity to her though, the sum total of her knowledge of Narcissa came from hearsay and what she knew from her job in dealing with social media.  She supposed that she thought their paths might have crossed at some point at Hogwarts, but they certainly had run in the same circles then anymore than they did as adults. She was grateful though to the other woman for staying with her, she certainly didn't have to do that. It was better though than waking up in the hospital alone. Despite her desire to stay propped up in the manner she'd barely managed she found herself collapsing back against the pillows again, she could feel the effects of a pain potion though her body, but despite that every inch of her was still in so much pain.

“I think I crushed my phone, but Arthur. Did they call him? He'll be so worried and you were certain about the baby?” The hand she'd managed to get over her belly fisted there. They had been so nervous for weeks, not that they expressed it aloud, but it had taken them so long to conceive despite how desperately they both wanted it. To come this far only to lose it in some freak accident where it was clear Molly was in the very wrong place at the perfect time. Her head turned without lifting again to study Narcissa. It was likely the first time that a normal woman could be in the same room as her and not feel entirely inferior, though if Narcissa was that much of a mess she probably should guarantee she looked a hundred times worse. “Are you alright? Shouldn't you be in a bed? You were in the explosion as well.” She inquired worriedly, feeling terrible that it had taken so long for her to ask after the other woman in the room

[molly-weasley-tm]

Give Me Two Pints of Gelato || Frank & Molly

[franklcngbcttom]

“Really?” he asked as she described the mug, “It changes colors? That’s amazing! Holy shi—cow. The other Aurors are going to be so jealous. Thank you so much, this is awesome.” He wrapped her in a tight but careful-not-to-squish-the-baby hug and pressed a noisy kiss to the top of her head before letting go to examine the mug again. “I’m going to have to get one of those hidden camera things to record everyone’s reactions to what is clearly the best gift that has ever been given to any Auror in the history of the world.” 

Frank set about gathering his papers – putting aside what could wait and making a separate stack for things that really ought to be finished immediately. After a moment’s hesitation he decided that it could all wait. He deserved a night off and didn’t want to cut his time with Molly short, especially after her husband had been forced to prioritize work. “His loss, obviously. Don’t worry, I am happy to fill his shoes when it comes to eating. I’ve decided that I’m done with work for tonight, there’s nothing that cannot wait until tomorrow and definitely nothing that outranks good food and even better company. Can I contribute anything to the evening?”

[molly-weasley-tm]

Molly giggled when Frank corrected his language, “You know that the baby can't hear you, yet, right? Well, I suppose bumpy has ears already that much is true and they do say they can ehar voices. But the language cortex in the brain isn't developed until the end and then it really strengthens after birth.” She shook her head as she returned the hug. “Only the best for you. I had to ensure some Ministry gift store employee didn't start selling knock offs. That's high praise for a mug, but if you do manage the camera be sure to swing by my office and let me see Moody's reaction, perhaps I'll work on a secondary one just in case he manages to off this one. A project isn't such a bad thing and with a little more work I'm certain that I'll manage to perfect that singing charm.” Her face involuntarily scrunched her own mention of Moody. She really needed to get past her irritation, she knew that it was simply order business, but it was the only name she'd manged to get from Arthur. Therefore, he was unknowingly bearing the brunt of her continued irritation and betrayal.

Molly for a moment felt bad about the fact that he was putting aside work that he likely shouldn't. The auror department likely The had I worse than the rest of them. The promise of his company though was far too tempting to ellicit any real sorrow. Things between herself and Arthur had been—well, she wasn't actually sure what would be the proper word to describe what they were turning itnto. They ssimply hadn't been themselves and she knew it was only a matter of time until they could work through it completely, but for now they were both being pulled in opposite directions with their jobs and then there was the baby. Not that Bumpy had made an arrival, but Molly was well aware of the fact that it messed with her emotional gauge and perhaps things weren't as strained as she perceived. She waved a hand because she was determined to enjoy her evening and focus on anything that what may or may not be a problem between she and Art. They'd figure it out.  “Your mere presence is a godsend. Honestly, if left alone with my own company I'm likely to eat triple the gelato any sane person should and….well, any day now is going to be the one where I start holding actual conversations with myself. You're saving me really by allowing me to take you home for dinner. You’re sure that you can leave all this behind tonight? I don’t mind waiting or you can swing by when you’re really free.”

[molly-weasley-tm]

That Would Be Enough || Molthur

Molly could hear the music as soon as she stepped out of the shower; she couldn’t help but smile at the idea that he had begun without her. Certainly it was some task he didn’t want her doing. Perhaps she should be offended, but she found it endearing that he worried about her overdoing it. It would be less endearing if she found herself laid up because of him, but staying off step ladders and skipping moving over-sized objects was hardly a hardship. This baby had not come easily to them, and she understood Arthur’s need to protect it any way he could. So much was beyond their control these days. Instead of hurrying along in her actions to get to him sooner, she took her time drying her hair and getting ready for the day. Relishing in the sound of his voice through the wall intermingled with the music coming through the speakers. It reminded her of the first time she’d heard him sing, they’d been at Hogwarts and it wasn’t quite the same voice deeper, older. Then she’d been searching through the stacks determined to figure out who it was before Madam Pince put a stop to it. It was one of those moments in Molly’s mind, one of the ones where she fell for him a little without realizing it. She had a whole collection of them. Little moments that had built into something she couldn’t live without. The pull to go to him grew as she dressed for comfort, at six months pregnant she wasn’t certain you could actually dress for anything else, but she borrowed one of Arthur’s old shirts before padding barefoot down the hall.

Things had been off since the fight, like a dance they were tiptoeing around one another to a degree, but then. A lump formed in Molly’s throat it truly wasn’t fair that a light like Septima had been snuffed out. She had wasted so much time being jealous of the other woman, testing and deciding if she could live with this part of Arthur’s life. She shook off the emotion in the hallway today was a happy day; she and Septima had been friends she hadn’t let her jealousy ruin that. She knew that it still felt raw for Arthur, but today they were choosing to ignore the war. The atrocities that were being done. They were putting aside work and the countless other things that they’d been using as a distraction and a buffer. They were going to finish the baby’s room. Bumpy would have the perfect place to come home to. When she was certain she wasn’t on the verge of tears she turned the corner into the nursery. It was the kind of room that you couldn’t help, but smile when you entered. It had been her precise goal when she’d spent so many hours on pinterest and planning. She wanted the baby to have a happy place.. Now there were boxes to unpack a crib to assemble and Arthur was already hard at work on the border. She wasn’t sure if he had chose that task to start on first because of her lack of patience or the step ladder. Probably some combiation of both. Either way she leaned in the door way watching him move for a few silent moments. This was good, they needed today. “Is this a private party or can anyone join?” 

[molly-weasley-tm]

Illumination • Arthur & Molly • 26 July

[pointnoice]

When she said it like that it seemed so much easier. “Well I’ll let you know now if I start making grenades in the garage.” He attempted to lighten the tone of his thoughts, he was lucky that she understood that this wasn’t his attention, that she understood him. It was weird that there was this sort of no-mans land that he had constructed over the last few months, the section of his mind that was off limits and bound away. There would be a time that he would lead her through that cabinet of his logistics but it wasn’t now, he was attempting to salvage the rest of the order of thoughts that had been spilled in panic. He was surprised by the situation on a whole, it was her limitless forgiveness that surprised him, the fact that he had committed what had turned into a terror attack yet she was stopping her anger and letting him explain. Her words again showed him that it wasn’t just his fault, and when looking at the damage that had occurred, it seemed less sickening. It wasn’t that his actions were any less, but in union with others, the idea of accepting them was a softer blow. “You’re right… I am so sorry, I won’t ever be able to properly tell you how thankful I am that you listen Mols.” It was at this point in his life a mistake that he had made and he would learn from this, he would learn to include her and learn to not let other people take the controls of mainly his project. Next time he would build that bomb, next time he would code it and he would make sure that it would be a useful tool of war, not a tool of terror crime. “This won’t happen again.”

In hindsight, telling his very pregnant wife that he had carried three very temperamental items across the country probably wasn’t the best but this was what the no-mans land was made of. The tension that set into her muscles was obvious, her jaw tensed, he watched her work through the words he had unleashed. Art nodded at her words instantaneously, the tight-knit line of his brows easing off. “I promise you.” The tears in her eyes pulled at that deep place where all of his guilt was threatening to word vomit out of him. This was his calling, this baby would not come into the world with only one of them. It wouldn’t be born into the world where there was this tension between Molly and himself. He inhaled through his nose as the tears rolled down her face, he stood up and slid his arms around her, this was the truth behind those months of planning, he couldn’t even imagine what he had expected what would happen. Pressing his lips into her damp hair, he breathed again and held her closer to him, his hand rubbing slightly at the tension at the base of her spine. “I’ll talk to the Order tomorrow. I don’t think anyone’s going to fight me. I’ll get back when we’re ready.” Arthur breathed in the scent of her conditioner, the pressure in his temples subsided. He took that moment to stand there and hold her, for once the silence wasn’t full of unsaid syllables, they had the time to resolve this before the baby was here. He wasn’t naive to think that this was resolved, but he knew that this was the start of the end - the repairing and the opening up would happen. There was a glimpse of a semblance of normality, by the time her breathing had settling and her tears had slowed he had collected his thoughts into a bundle to compartmentalise and breakdown tomorrow. “Is there anything else that you want to know right now?” Art’s voice was horse as he took his time with the words, he stepped back and leaned into the chair to meet her eyes. She looked exhausted, he knew that those bags were mirrored under his eyes.

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“Grenedes in the garage you say?” Molly raised an eyebrow it was a lighter tone than she’d been in a position to use all night and even a half hearted joke felt foreign on her lips. “So you’ve secretly purchased a house as well as created explosives. It’s quite an admirable use of your time.” She met his eyes with a ghost of a smile. It was a baby step, the kind they took and fell directly on their bum, but everyone had to start some where and this was where they started again. She snorted as she gave his hand a gentle tap with her fingers as she shook her head. “I will always listen, Art. I don’t promise not to occasionally lose it a little but--well, you knew that when you married me.” She sighed as she reached for her fresh tea, it was cooling already but it still felt good against her lips and her drying throat, she nodded. This won’t happen again. The words were like a resounding gong to her. Light at the end of the tunnel, not as much the recognition that she was right as the reassurance that she wouldn’t ever have to be right in this manner again. It was all she could ask for at this point. 

The moment that Arthur’s arms were around her she found herself leaning into them, they were safe, they were familiar. This she knew how to handle, but emotion was still swelling inside of her. She didn’t resist this time, she made no move to pull away from him, she let herself rest in the safety that this is who they were. “Thank you.” The words were muffled and she wasn’t actually certain if she was thanking him for the Order or his promise or if it was simply his presence, but she made no move to clarify or speak again. They were tethered to each other, they always had been and it was more than just they were married it was something soul deep. It was why it rocked her to her very core the idea of Arthur anywhere near those bombs. She knew what they were capable of first hand. Her leg ached at the memory and her heart squeezed as a flash of all the things that could have gone wrong echoed in her mind. Her hand fisted in his shirt as she took advantage of his touch, her face burying against him. In part to muffle the tears she had yet to manage to get a a hold of. Yet part of it was a reassurance that none of her worst nightmares had happened, he was here, he was whole and this was not the worse case scenario. It was certainly further from ideal than anything else she could fathom. It was not the worst though. Her breaths were slow to return to normal, her hand slowly relinquished it’s grip on his shirt, allowing distance if he needed it, and yet breathing a sigh of relief when he didn’t instantaneously step back. Her fingers smoothed any wrinkles she had created, taking in the way his muscles were bunched under her touch. She fought to control a fresh wave of tears, she just needed him to stay there for a moment longer. Give her enough strength to begin to reassemble herself. She felt herself sag without him when he stepped back, “No.” She whispered. Her mind was so full and yet it was blank. She didn’t have the energy to fight this fight anymore. To hear anymore revelations or be enlightened. “Not now. I can’t, Art.” 

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Little do you know I know you’re hurting while I’m sound asleep Little do you know All my mistakes are slowly drowning me Little do you know I’m trying to make it better piece by piece Little do you know I love you ‘til the sun dies Oh wait, just wait I love you like I’ve never felt the pain, Just wait I love you like I’ve never been afraid, Just wait Our love is here and here to stay So lay your head on me

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Illumination • Arthur & Molly • 26 July

[pointnoice]

It was such an opposite to what their lives did, so adjacent and on a tangent, hence why it had been so much easier to hide it away. Pretend that it wasn’t there and nothing bad would happen, because that must have been his thought process. The whole situation was fucked, his emotions ran haywire: the realisations, the guilt, the anger, the shame. It was an abundance of things that he felt, the what ifs were now flashing aggressively at the forefront of his mind and it was heightening the overall hysteria that he was forcing down. This perhaps was more of the time to share those emotions than ever, but they sat in his throat all thick and tar-like, refusing to spill forwards. “I didn’t know how to tell you that I wanted to make a bomb.” It seemed like a redundant thing to say, the words were as bland and tasteless as the colour grey, the intonation was just as plain too. Lifting his chin, he stared at her blankly trying to think of something that would put colour to how he felt yet nothing popped to mind as he watched the hurt still riddled behind her subdued anger on her features.

In theory he was a murderer. In theory he had committed a crime of terror. In theory he should be imprisoned. He exhaled hoping to lighten the weight on his chest but it didn’t shift a millimetre, instead he felt even more quashed. Her questions were a soft juxtaposition to his surrounding environment, the tone of her voice was careful but firm, it was the normality that Art craved. And he recognised what she was doing but he wasn’t going to fight it, it was wholly comforting to know that the semblance of normality was starting to diffuse the heavy tension in their little kitchen. “I don’t know, I gave the blueprints forwards and it got done. If I’d have known how to code it properly through a separated detonator then this wouldn’t have happened. I was so careful. I had so many precautions and built in back ups but I walked away from it. I don’t know who it was, I don’t think I want to know, not right now.” Arthur maintained their eye contact, he was searching through the rushed process but he could not remember much at all; it was a blur of plans and different experiments with explosive gum and aluminium casing. The weight of her palm on his leg pushed him further into his seat into reality, he sipped at the mug of tea, the warmth comforting him further. Her whisper broke his heart a little bit, Art obviously hadn’t thought like that. “I didn’t take anyone with me, but I wasn’t close to them, I knew what I was doing. It was safe.” It wasn’t a lie either, he’d taken the largest precaution in moving with them, he’d flown down onto the coastline and had apparated back, there could’ve been a risk in apparating with bombs he didn’t know what could happen in that way. “I did fly down there though, I apparated back, but I was careful. I promise.”

He knew that he had been tempting fate to some extent, Arthur was at his best when he was in total control of a project and was working under significant pressure. That was his day job, his department was one of the most pressure based jobs he knew, especially being that important superiors seemed think that what they did was not that significant. He had thrived in this role, but as soon as it was out of his hands, it felt wrong. He shouldn’t have started something that he couldn’t totally finish. Molly’s hand tickled his own, “I think I need to rethink whether it’s worth me offering help to the Order for now. I think that with you recovering and the baby on the way… I think I should step back for now, I have to sort my shit out if I’m playing with fire.” Closing his hand around hers, he squeezed her hand. “We’ve got to look after us right now.” He straightened up and shuffled in his seat, Arthur watched her for a moment before placing a hand on her neck lightly. “I will fix this.” His promise this time was not going to be wasted, he had learned the hard way not to fuck up, this was more fucking up than he had done in his entire lifetime and he was going to have to fix it somehow. But there was the strength in the knowledge that this wasn’t going to rip their relationship any further than the scratches that it had caused. This could be resolved for them, the weight on his shoulders was knowing that other people would go home to empty beds tonight, or not tuck their children under duvets. That was the unresolved that he was going to have to live with.

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“The same way you tell me any other brilliant idea. You lay it out, I tell you it’s harebrained or genius. You come back at me with why it’s not. You wouldn’t have had to work through it alone or with Moody. We’ll never know how it would have happened now, but we have to find a way to look forward from all of it.” Molly could practically see the gears inside of Arthur’s mind working overtime as the silence filled the space between them. It was odd because Molly could talk the ear off a dead person, on any given day, but it was different with Arthur. There was sometimes a relief in not needing to talk in just being together. This silence, though, it was different it was uncomfortable and she felt like there was a war on what he felt like he could say to her, but she felt like a part of him was a million miles away. She wanted to push, to pull all the things he was thinking from his lips. Demand there be no more secrets and he lay every thought that passed his mind on the table for her to examine. Instead though her hand gently squeezed his knee reassuringly. Tomorrow, or the next day the anger would likely resurface, the betrayal  would make her feel bitter and catty. In truth, though she had a choice to let the anger eat her up to the point of destruction or to trust in her anchor and allow the storm to settle. Arthur was her anchor and more important than the anger she felt entitled to. “You weren’t alone in this, Art, you can’t hold this all on your shoulders. I’m quite fond of them and they’re capable of so much but they can’t bear this, nor should they. The Order did this, not Arthur. Your idea or not you cannot hold yourself solely responsible.”

Molly had managed to make it through her pregnancy without much illness, outside of a few absolutely horrific smells she’d hardly even been queasy. The picture Arthur was painting though was enough to make her stomach revolt, she felt the bile rising and her head lowered as she fought against the feeling. Reminding herself here was here and he was safe and the only danger he was currently in was from her wringing his neck for not thinking to take along someone. “You have to promise not to do that again. Not the bombs. I mean, I don’t think they’re a good idea, either. But experimental things where you go alone and risk your own life. If something happened and no one knew where you were, you have to be here, Art. The baby. Me. That’s so selfish because I know there’s a war brewing and I want to do everything to stop it, but we need you.  Alive. In one piece. Here. Promise me. Please?” There were tears stinging her eyes, threatening to spill over, she knew they would it seemed her emotions were beyond her own control these days. The feel of his hand squeezing her own could have been the balm that stopped them from spilling if it hadn’t been followed up with his promise. A promise she knew he meant, the tears spilled over and she searched her mind, this as the time she needed to make an argument for the sake of the of the Order. Gideon and Fabian they needed supervision, a hand to keep a hold of them; she knew that wasn’t Arthur’s job, but she felt like his presence was enough to keep the boys from doing anything too stupid or  anyone else from sending them out on a suicide mission. Their world needed men like Arthur fighting for what was right they’d talked about this when he joined up. All of those facts didn’t stop the words that came out of her mouth next. “Perhaps you could just take some time away until the new year. After the baby is here. Things at work will be better then, too. No one could blame you, but you don’t have to Art, you don’t have to. You should think about it first.

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Illumination • Arthur & Molly • 26 July

[pointnoice]

He was soured by the guilt that was bubbling underneath the surface, he had been an entire fool and he was totally ashamed to admit that. It was ultimately accentuated by the initiative that had driven his anger - that he had been doing something decent for the Order - but really he had just been using that as a reason to mask the insurmountable mass of grief that he had caused and was carrying on his shoulders. Arthur was internally questioning his entire judgement because he had known that this was an outcome. He knew that he was going in for the kill and he had prepped for that, but never the innocent. He hadn’t prepped for hurting and killing innocent people. But how could he ever say that out loud? How could he ever say that he was prepared to kill anyone for a war that had barely even surfaced, let alone began.

Molly’s response should’ve been soothing, it should’ve distracted him, yet he was driven forward by the angst in the air. He had lied to her, but he was changing and hadn’t even realised how much damage that he could cause. It was like the first conversation about Septima, half of him hadn’t wanted to talk about her with Molly. It’d been private and it was entirely separate from their relationship, but he had told this little ginger woman because she had stolen his heart and because she had been so damned vulnerable. And when he watched the words spill from her lips, her skin underhand and her warmth radiating, he couldn’t quite believe that he hadn’t included her in the biggest chess game that he’d ever been apart of - pawn or not. “Of course, no- you’re totally right.” His brow furrowed so suddenly and he was caught in a rush of different emotion, he felt like he’d been caught cheating on her. He was embarrassed at his mistake, because his intent had been entirely different to the outcome, yet how could he have been so naïve in the first place?!

Staring at the pieces of paper, he was straining to remember where it had all come from. The concoction of actions were as blurry as a tequila night out. Art couldn’t look up at her, he couldn’t meet her eyes at all, and was suddenly very glad of not having a haircut in a while as his hair slipped over his brows. “Yeah, it just seemed safer…” He shook his head at the irony of it all. “I thought that they would be a better option than just leaving someone to cast spells or leaving charms or something like that. And everyone just agreed around me so we went with it.” He’d need more than a shot of tequila after this conversation. He twirled the pen, right leg bouncing slightly as he was pushing to remember, but it was chaos in his mind and the mind map on the paper wasn’t adding up really. “I don’t think he thought it was brilliant, more logical?” His actions had been so justified but maybe he was entirely engulfed in the praise in an odd environment. “Well I drew up some plans and started building, Sept checked the maths and dimensions and we were off I suppose.” It clicked all together. He drew a few more arrows and finished the mind map. “That cliff face sliding in Cornwall was me. I took three dummies to the coastline, the first was just a flare, the second I hovered out over sea and the third I planted in the cliff-face. It caused that slate to slide.” Art looked up, he flinched at his own words, let alone consume her reaction. “It was safe, it was 3am and I didn’t portkey and it was completely off of all of the boating routes. No footpaths. I planned it for a month or so.” His rushed explanations tumbled from his mind, it wasn’t about justifications, it was about the journey. An attempt to show her he had thought it through. It had been fulfilling for him to not be sat in an office just fixing the world’s paperwork and watching that cliff-face slip under waves meant that he could offer a line of defence.

Her hand on his knuckles calmed him from the swell of panic that was rising in his chest, causing pointless explanations to be emptied forwards. “I really never meant for this to happen this way Molly…” He pushed his hair back and met her eyes carefully, turning his wrist so that her fingertips rested in his palm as his thumb ran over the ridges of her knuckles. “I thought I could actually help.” Help win? Help stop? All he had helped was the creation of the terror that he had attempted to quash.

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Molly loved to be right, it was silly but she got a little giddy on the inside when it happened. Her inner twelve year old girl did a ridiculous happy dance patented originally just for the twins, and a sense of satisfaction washed over her. A fight of this proportion had never been a part of her marriage and it was clear she was the winner here. Yet the jazz hand running man was absent from her insides. This kind of fight, though wasn’t one that anyone was going to come out a winner; no, if anything the pit in her stomach was larger, deeper and more dread filled than when she’d first read the leak. Where di they go from here? It didn’t change who they were at their core it shouldn’t truly effect their marriage, but this was so out of character for them. Were they the couple who kept separate lives and guarded those secrets from one another? She didn’t want that life and she was determined to turn this around. If only she could just erase the anger she had deep inside of her, which would be easier if there wasn’t so much new information to digest all at one time.  

“I can see how in theory it would seem like a good idea.” The tone was lighter than she felt on the subject, but she could feel the shift in his moods and no matter how cross she may be with him, it didn’t change her desire to soothe that. “It’s solid logic that no one should be in the area, but who did the actual designing and executing of the set up? That’s where the wires got crossed, right?" Her hand unwrapped from the mug she’d been sipping, her hand slipping under the table to rest on his leg, it was a practiced move from years of being together. She’d first started to pull names out of him, because she’d like a laundry list of people to hold responsible for this incident, but now she thought Arthur needed it, to see that even if this had been his idea that other people had supported him and helped to make this happen, he wasn’t alone. Cornwall? A month? Just when she thought all of her reaction had been tempered out of her he had something new to drop on her. “A month? Like not even...Art. I wish you had told me sooner, I know I keep saying that, but you should have had someone to talk through this with. All this time...Not to mention, please tell me that you took someone to Cornwall with you. If something had gone wrong and happened to you...You have to be more careful with you. Even though I haven’t ruled out letting you sleep on the couch I would be so very lost without you.” She whispered as she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. 

“Of course you did, Art, that’s who you are. The truth is that I love you for it. I mean, not the bomb, I obviously could have lived without that fiasco, but for the heart that made you do this, to try and make a difference to fight this war for us, for me, for the baby.” Her fingers traced gently over the lines in his palm without looking, her eyes were focused on his; for all of her anger tonight, and there was still still plenty left. She could feel that there would be time for it. Despite her brash words all night it was a simple fact that Arthur was her other half; she felt torn up inside knowing he had been struggling all this time with not only helping her recover, but his own guilt and the weight of carrying this secret around. The Order was a good idea, it was only Arthur’s insistence that she stay far away from the  matter that kept her out of it herself. “You are helping, love. This idea didn’t work out the way that any of you had planned, but that doesn’t erase the effort. Things go amiss, its bound to happen. How we recover from here is what matters.

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Give Me Two Pints of Gelato || Frank & Molly

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Since the information had gotten out with the Excrabilis virus, people were looking at each other differently. Exposed secrets were like raw nerves, they twinged and burned and were nearly impossible to ignore. He’d read the gossip, he’d looked through the information that was released just like everyone else so he couldn’t blame others for knowing his secrets, but that didn’t exactly make it easier to take. Some had offered condolences on the loss of the baby – a well intentioned comment, perhaps, but one that was unwelcome nonetheless. It was a private matter and while Frank would be lying if he said he’d never considered the idea of raising a child with Alice, he supported her decision. She should have talked to him, but even that was understandable. 

When it came to his brother – half brother – things were complicated in a very different way. The Longbottom name was considered “pure” and “sacred.” There were those who took offense to his brother’s existence as it tainted the blood line. Some might suggest that the family tree be pruned. Add to that the fact that he’d kept the man a secret for ten years, even from his mother, and it gets complicated even further. There was no doubt in his mind that Augusta had seen it, but they’d yet to discuss it. He would have to remedy that soon. 

Honestly, Frank just wanted all this shit to blow over. People didn’t know what to do, how to act around each other any more. Eye contact was rare and if someone did look at someone else, it was usually to stare at them. Some were no doubt picturing the more racy secrets in their mind’s eye, others were probably just curious, but the vibe in general was one of awkwardness and tension. Something had to give and soon. 

He was sitting at his desk, pretending he didn’t notice the passing glances of his coworkers or the one persistent stare from the corner or the pair of deep brown eyes that had refused to meet his for days and attempted to focus on his reports. The sooner he got finished, the sooner he could go home where no one would look at him like a zoo animal. The knock had him gritting his teeth until he realized who was at the door – Molly Weasley, offering food and desert and a mug that he’d been hoping was more than just a joke since they’d spoken about it. 

“Molly, you’re an angel. Have I ever told you that? An actual, honest-to-goodness angel,” he said, offering her a welcoming smile. “I made a place on my desk for that mug the second I got back from talking to you about it, you can put it right here.” His fingers tapped an empty spot on the desk. “What did I do to deserve dinner on top of this mug? That’s a yes to the offer, by the way. Want to be very clear about that. I don’t turn down food, especially home cooked food followed by gelato.” 

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“An angel? Who am I to argue with that.” Molly laughed as she entered Frank's office, any nerves she had on her way down to visit him dissipated as she dramatically produced the "World's Best Auror" mug. "And don't think that I skimped on it. This is the Cadillac version, charmed to be both unbreakable and tamper proof. So you should be safe from Moody." It was all she could do to contain any emotion at mentioning his name. The list of people whose had been hands on during the bombing she'd managed to get from Arthur was short and Alastor was at the very top of the list of people she'd transferred her residual anger to. She shook her head as if trying to change the trajectory of her thoughts, she was trying to get back on solid ground with Arthur and this line of thought would do the opposite. "I wanted to charm it to sing when it gets empty but the charm and I were battling and I'm afraid it won. Though it does change color when its warm or cold." She sat it gently in the spot he’d indicated with grin as she sat down in his chair with a relieved sigh.

Considering half the unsolicited horror stories about pregnancy everyone around her felt they needed to pass along to her she knew she had an easy pregnancy, but recently her hips hurt like a booger and sitting was like some kind of nirvana. “Aside from being the worlds best auror and a top notch friend? Do I need any other reason. She shook her head with a smile, "i suppose in the spirit of honesty my husband entirely ditched me and our dinner plans tonight. Apparently, the allure of a hot home cooked meal and my sparkling company is less appealing than work." She laughed a little because they both knew it want true and that the Ministry was an obnoxiously demanding mistress that demanded attention when it was convenient for her and any other plans were tentative while you're in her grasp. "So i thought I'd eat all the gelato on my own to drown my sorrows alone, but then I had a genius level idea and here I am taking you home for dinner instead. Or at least, issuing the invitation, do you have much more work tonight?" She eyed his desk, glancing up at him.

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