HARD TIMES

Molly Weasley Mother of three soon to be five.

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MOODBOARD — Molly ft. Fabian & Gideon ( @prewetttoyou & @effinprewett )

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            With the days ticking down until the twins were born, Molly’s stomach had begun to swell so far in front of her that she could no longer see her feet. Feet that were swollen and sore. It should have been easy the third time around but with two babies moving about and kicking her bladder constantly.  The three young boys with a wild streak certainly didn’t help either, they had more energy contained in their little bodies than she had ever had in her entire life.  There was one shining star among all the pain and stress of a pregnancy and that was Arthur. 

At the moment though, she wanted to ring his neck for bringing home some building block toy called ‘Lego’. The toy was wonderful in theory, a creative outlet for the boys to build a whole world of their own.  In praticality, they were left on the carpet and when directing washing traffic, she stepped on one of the small pieces. Crying out in pain and some swears that would make her father blush, she slumped back onto the lumpy sofa. “I love you but right now I could kill you.  Those toys are dangerous,” she huffed, rubbing her hands over her swollen stomach.

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          She wondered if this is what it would feel like if she lost one of her sons.  A terrible thought but all her thoughts are terrible now, drenched with every fear imaginable.  Her baby brothers were both gone.  Taken from her and she had done nothing.  

When it had happened, Arthur had torn her away from their bodies with a whispered reminder of their children at home. Waiting for them.  But that’s what they had done when Molly had gone to Hogwarts. They would be there on the platform waiting for her to depart from the Hogwarts Express and she would run into their arms and hug them tightly, slipping them chocolate frogs that she’d bought on the train. Of course they hadn’t done that for years but they never would again.  They wouldn’t be there to see her sons off to their first year of school and she wouldn’t see their children. They would never marry, they would never have children.  They were just no more. 

Standing over the stove, she quietly hummed ——  the lullaby she would use to sing them to sleep.  Her concentration wavered for a second and there was a smash, the crockery pot being controlled by her wand fell back into the sink and shattered, splattering her with water and suds.  

A silent moment passed and she could hear Arthur upstairs calling for her but no words came.  Another moment passed and then she snapped.  Every mug and glass were thrown from the counter top, crashing to the floor and shattering across the creaky wooden planks. Again and again each piece of breakable kitchen wear was shattered as tears streamed freely down her face, an angry scream silently escaping her lungs. 

They were gone. Her brothers, her baby brothers were gone. 

The anger left as quickly as it came and she fell to her knees, broken shards of glass cutting into her bare shins but she barely felt it. Nothing compared to the ache that had opened in her chest.  As Arthur found her, she sat with arms around herself, struggling to pull the jumper tightly around her, trying to close the hole that the loss of her brothers had caused.

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        Molly should have known better.  With twin brothers, who schemed together, it was never save to try and get the upper hand on either of them.  In the end, it wasn’t worth the consequences.  Unfortunately, Molly had to learn this the hard way. Multiple times, because apparently it wasn’t an easy lesson to learn.  

After dressing herself up for a date with Arthur, her hair smoothed back into a manageable twist with her lips painted red.  It was Gideon who called down for her, letting Molly know that Arthur had arrived. She had a skip in her step as she pulled back her door, so excited for a night out that she didn’t notice the bucket hovering above the door frame.  “I’m coming, I’m coming...” she shouted. 

They seemed to be the magic words because a rancid liquid, more like a sludge, poured all down her front. The smell was putrid, causing the witch to gag as it dripped down her back, under the dress that she had bought especially for the night. 

Barraged with a fury of emotions, Molly stood motionless as the liquid began to dribble down her calves and feet.  It wasn’t until she had a raucous laughter that she went into action.  Her wand already in hand, she flew down the stairs. “You’re going to pay for that!”

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Good Golly - Molly and Gideon - August 1 1978

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“I can never resist your bread pudding. I’ll even take some back to Fabian if you’re feeling generous enough.” Knowing Molly, there may well be plenty. Gideon would never refuse Molly’s food. At least not to her face. How could you? The man might be being forced to sell out his friends, but he wasn’t a monster. 

“Amelia knows by now that food from Molly means love, don’t worry.” Gideon gave her sister another quick hug and kissed her hair. She was right though. They couldn’t dream of fixing that hole, but at the very least they could try to be there and help however they could. The entire Bones family deserved that.

“If anyone can stop it, it’s Molly Weasley.” He grinned as he walked with her. “You tell me if they manage it though, so I can let my supply guy know that he’s been getting a sorry deal with this stuff. Swore to me it was fool proof, what I should have asked was if it was Weasley proof.” 

Gideon laughed. “It’s always great seeing you and the boys. Arthur too, when I can actually catch the man. He’s doing alright?” Arthur had been an easy man to welcome in. Anyone that could keep up with Molly was to be appreciated. Not to mention keeping up with these boys. Gideon loved Molly’s kids, though he was dubious on ever having his own. Maybe he could just enjoy the status as Awesome Uncle. “Where are the boys?”

“You already know the answer that the answer to that question is a yes. So long as you and the boys don’t scoff it down.” Which was not entirely unlikely though it was why she always made too much, you could never be too safe and the Order members popped in and out when they needed.  Besides, there was nothing wrong with having left overs even if they were a rarity. 

Molly frowned, leaning into her brother’s hug. It still didn’t seem like nearly enough when Amelia had lost so much of her family. “Send her my love as well, okay?  You boys need to take care of her because merlin knows she won’t take care of herself.” The auror had always been a hard worker so Molly had no doubts that she’d be throwing herself into her work now.

“Fool proof and Weasley proof are two very different things,” she said, finally managing a smile. “Though it should really be Prewett proof because that’s where they get it from.” Her husband was mild tempered, always more curious that destructive unlike her brothers who had got into all manner of trouble when they were young and there wasn’t a war going on. She missed those days, everything seemed easily and less dire. 

“Oh you know, Arthur. He’s just potting a long at work. They seem to be getting busier these days,” she answered. Something that was not a good thing. More muggle items were being cursed and sent back into the world. It was as though he had called them himself. The thunderous footsteps of three boys came flying down the stairs. “Uncle...?”  The voices called, waiting until they saw which one it was before finishing their sentences. “Gideon!” And then he was quickly covered in three red haired boys, all trying to find somewhere to hug or climb. 

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                                                       PREWETT FAMILY TREE

Ginerva Prewett passed when Molly was only six months old, she doesn’t remember much of her mother, only that sense of love and belonging that she felt from her. There are still pictures in her home with a bouncing baby Molly in her lap, gurgling happily. When she looks at her mother, she sees bits of herself but she also sees the lost potential. If she had lived, Molly was certain she would have been a brave, amazing woman. 

Her father, Thaddeus Prewett has always been a big part of her life. They spent a few years alone together, just father and daughter. Even though their family expanded when he married Adrienna and her brothers were born, they’ve always had a close relationship that she could never explain. They could have comfortable silences where neither says a word but the company is enough. When Molly has an issue, her father is the first person she goes to. 

The last, but not least parental figure, Adrienna Prewett. The introduction of a new mother figure can be tricky in a combined family but Adrienna did so with grace. Never has Molly felt out of place or as though she didn’t belong. Adrienna has become a close friend, maybe even her best friend. Not only did the woman brighten up her father’s life, she taught her to cook and knit and she gave Molly her brothers. 

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Arthur smiled at the knowledge that she knew him well enough to assure him that she was fine standing up. The two of them had always seemed to click like that. It was as though they had been destined to be together. It wouldn’t stop his concern, though: as her partner, and equal, it was his job to be mindful of her needs as best as he could.

Once she spoke of her brothers, though, Arthur found that all his attention was on her words. It was good to hear that they were both okay, though worrying to hear of them being questioned. Arthur, too, had no idea why. Although, he supposed, they might be questioning everyone here individually to narrow down the suspects. That would take a long time, though, so he hoped that was not what they were doing. He didn’t want himself and Molly to be stuck here longer than they had to be. “I’m glad to hear that,” he told her truthfully. “I doubt the connection to Andromeda would have played a part in this, though.” He said in agreement, though his brow furrowed slightly as he spoke the words. Could it actually? Gosh, this whole situation had him at such a loss, with millions of possibilities swirling around his head. 

He shook his head when she asked if there was anyone to check on. “No, no, I’m fine right here,” he told her, giving her a strained smile. There was no way he was going to leave her side right now, with the killer still at large. He was sure he’d be able to catch up with everyone else later on, all of whom would understand his reluctance to leave his pregnant wife’s side at a time like this. “Do you think we should wander around a bit, though? See if we can spot any of the others?” It was an option, but Arthur did think that the safest option was to stay put, avoid showing off their connections to friends right in front of any Death Eaters.

Despite the evening turning into a nightmare, there was no one else Molly wanted to be beside. Arthur was her best friend as well as her husband. It would have been more frightful to find out that a murder had happened if she had not been with him. If she was at home, she would have been pacing around the Burrow and chewing her fingernails off.

Concern furrowed her brow as she pulled her hair back absently. She knew that her brothers had nothing to do with it. Neither did anyone in the order, that much she was certain of. The Ministry was doing their job and, if they did it thoroughly, they would catch whoever had done this. “I know it’s not them, of course it’s not.” She said, scanning the crowd for anyone who might have been trying to listen in on their conversation. “Speaking of, I hope she’s okay. This must be so dreadful for their family.” In theory, she was also part of Arthur’s family as well though to a lesser extent. Despite the estrangement, she knew Andromeda would be mourning this loss as would the whole family.

She gave him a knowing look. Things weren’t fine at all and they both had a habit of worrying. “You’ll go prematurely grey, Arthur,” she warned. Molly would happily stay with her brother’s if need be. This wasn’t just the Ministry, it was also his work and he had colleagues here. It wasn’t just his colleagues here, it was also their friends and other members of the Order that they should check in. She smiled gently, looping her arm carefully with his. “Let’s do that then. We can make sure everyone is okay and I can stretch my legs,” she said, letting Arthur lead the way.

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“They’ll have to. Even if they don’t find who is responsible for this, they cannot hold us here forever. Sooner or later, we’ll be back home with the boys.” His voice was soothing, but he didn’t feel as confident about his words as he would have liked to. He was sure that, if need be, the Ministry would find a way to keep them here a lot longer than he’d just told her. They had the power to do pretty much as they pleased. His mind went to the boys, and he was hit with a wave of gratitude that they were all far too young to be brought along to such an event. If they had been here right now… he shuddered. It wasn’t worth going there; he needed to stay in the moment with Molly. 

Arthur hesitated before replying to her. On the one hand, it was better to stay in the crowd, blend in as much as their bright red hair would allow them to. On the other hand, he thought Molly might be more comfortable sitting down. “Yes, you’re right of course,” he agreed. He would do what she wanted; she was the one carrying their children, and if she thought that staying where they were was for the best, then he would raise no objections. Once more he found himself suspecting the Death Eaters, but he couldn’t be sure, not until whoever had committed this crime had been apprehended. Until then, Arthur knew they had to treat everyone as a suspect. To do otherwise would be naïve.

“Did you find your brothers?” He asked her, arm still wrapped around her. There was nothing that would make him leave her side right now. Nothing at all. He knew that in the time between the crime and when she’d returned to him, she had been looking for them. “Are they alright?” Arthur, too, cared about them: they were family, and he was rather fond of them both. It would be good to know that they were safe. Talking about them was also something else to focus on that wasn’t the horror of what had just happened, or how it could easily have been them who had been murdered. 

       Molly nodded, knowing it was true. There was only so long they could hold everyone there. She hoped they would be able to find the assailant before they did, it would make her feel much safer. It was a double-edged sword. The Ministry needed to find the attacker, it was a bad sign that someone could be murdered at an event they had held. Her teeth worried at her lower lip. First the festival had been attacked and an entire family had been lost and now this. The Ministry looked like they were losing control over the country and tonight would not reflect well on them. One thing Molly knew for sure was that her children would not be attending any more events. There was no guarantee of their safety anymore.

She gave him a half-hearted smile, trying to assure him she would be okay. The flat shoes she had worn were merlin’s sent, the few hours on her feet wouldn’t kill her. “It’ll be okay, I’ll let you know if my back starts to hurt,” she promised. As she scanned the room, she couldn’t help but think that they were all sitting ducks for the killer. If they wanted to make an attack again, there was not much stopping them. The element of surprise had been lost but why would someone so reckless care now? They were potentially surrounded by Death Eaters and, being an Order member, made it feel like their was a target on their backs.

Glad for the change of subject, Molly focused all her attention on Arthur. “They’re still here and they’re okay,” she answered. They were on high alert, both wanting to protect everyone and not knowing where to start. Molly understood that feeling of helplessness. “I think they’ve questioned them both, though I’m not sure why. We don’t have any connections to the Black family except for Andromeda.” And their friend had  nothing to do with her family due to her husband. “Is there anyone you want to check on? I promise I’ll be okay if you do.” 

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If there was one person Arthur was happy to have distract him, it was his wife. She was never an unwelcome presence, no matter the situation. Especially now, when she was pregnant: this was the last place he wanted her to be, and he was determined to stick by her side for as long as she’d let him ––– he knew she could take care of herself just as well as he could, but that didn’t stop him worrying. When she reached him, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to his side. Her words rang true with him, and he nodded his head. “So do I, Molly,” he whispered back, eyes still scanning the room, though this time for anyone who looked as though they might not hesitate from threatening a pregnant woman. His family came first, always.

More than he regretting coming here himself, he regretted bringing Molly with him. It was supposed to have been a fun evening for the both of them, but instead it had turned into… this. Had they really, not long ago, been having a good time? It was hard to believe, he thought. The fear in the room was palpable, and Arthur wanted nothing more than to get his wife out of here. He knew, of course, that appealing to the Minister to let anyone leave would not go down well at all. But the thought of doing so had still crossed his mind. 

“Perhaps we should go and sit down, get out of the way a bit?” He suggested, his eyes flitting down to her belly, the concern evident in his voice. His usual laid-back temperament had vanished. The safety of his wife and children was of the utmost importance to him, and he thought perhaps getting her and the twins out of the crowd was a good idea. 

          Molly was grateful to have Arthur at her side. There was a sense of comfort that came from being wrapped in his protective arms.  It was meant to be just a night out. Almost like a last hooray before they became inundated with nappies and sleepless nights again. There weren’t many chances for Molly to get dressed up and have a dance with her husband, not that they needed an excuse but it had been nice to have one. Both hands came to rest on the curve of her stomach, fingers twisted together with the fear of the unknown. She cursed herself for putting them at risk this way. Each day was becoming more and more dangerous and this was the world her children were being raised in. 

“They’ll let us go soon, I’m sure of it,”she said, trying to cling to the last piece of positivity she had. It wasn’t the Ministry’s fault they were stuck there but she couldn’t help but feel anxious, knowing there was a murderer amongst them, ready to kill with little regard to the rules or who was watching. Her mind was far away from the gala now, it was at home with her boys. What if it had been her or Arthur? Molly wasn’t sure if she would have survived that loss. 

Her hand reached out to take his, needing his presence to anchor herself. Without Arthur, Molly wasn’t sure she would have been holding it together so well.  “Is it better to stay with the crowd?” She asked, leaning into his side. Arthur didn’t have to say anything for Molly to know he was worrying about her. It wasn’t her she was worried about, everyone was at danger. If someone could be murdered amongst the highest ranks of the ministry, who was safe? “Protection in numbers, and all that?” There were many reasons for them to have a target on their backs, the Order and their status as blood traitors to name a few. 

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date: august 21st, 1978 location: ministry of magic status: open

Arthur had not wanted to attend this Gala in the first place, but due to his job at the Ministry, and because of his work with the Order, he had agreed to attend. 

Following the attack of Druella Black, he wished he hadn’t. 

Despite being part of the Order, Arthur knew he was not privy to every single plan they had, nor did he expect to be. It was better if everyone knew different things, so that if one of them were to get caught, the whole organisation wouldn’t crumble. It meant that if the Order had been responsible for this, the likelihood was that he wouldn’t have had the faintest clue. 

But he didn’t think this was the Order. It didn’t seem like one of their plans. Arthur’s bet was that the woman had done something to anger He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Right now, though, it did not matter who had killed Druella. What mattered was keeping his eyes peeled for anything unusual going on that he could report back to Albus Dumbledore. 

With this in mind, he entered the throng of people who were now discussing the incident, and the room being on lockdown, and who they thought was responsible. Arthur tuned into as many conversations as he could as he meandered among them. He knew that no one would be so stupid to let anything slip, but certain words uttered from one friend to another might clue him into something.

He just hoped that nobody interrupted him, else he’d be forced to pay attention to them, and stop eavesdropping as casually as he could.

         Molly didn’t know how to act. The night was meant to be one last, fun night before the twins were born. It had gone to hell very quickly. Whilst Druella Black had never been known as the kindest of women, she didn’t deserve to be attacked like that. 

Being part of the Order didn’t keep them safe but it was step towards keeping their children safe and her family. In the current state of their world, protecting the ones you loved was becoming harder and harder. After the attack, Molly had searched the party until finding both of her brothers to make sure they were okay. 

If they weren’t allowed to leave, Molly was determined to track down as many members of the Order without looking suspicious. It could have been a distraction, it could have been the work of the Death Eaters. Anything felt possible and that’s what scared her the most. 

After making the rounds and knowing her brothers were safe, Molly made her way back to Arthur’s side, a hand resting on top of her stomach. “I don’t like this, Arthur,” she whispered. It would do no good to let her fear get the better of her. “I wish we could go home.”

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Good Golly - Molly and Gideon - August 1 1978

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Gideon hugged her back easily, this was one of the only people he would never cringe from the hugs of. He was fairly certain Molly wouldn’t allow for it. Hugging Molly was like all the best parts of home wrapping themselves around his heart. Sometimes that helped a lot. There was a wide smile as he parted from her, going for his bag immediately after to pull out the presents.

“I always feel skinny to you.” He may have lost some weight between the stress of keeping his brother safe and the bouts of hiding in his studio basement for long hours. There was likely a little color lost too even with it being summer. Gideon gave her a warm smile. “I have to now, don’t I? Look, I know, I should have come by for my birthday, but I had a rush enchantment to deal with and you know how we do drinks with Amelia.”

Now that was something to worry about. She was strong though. Edgar had been a brilliant man, but something like night couldn’t have been avoided. Or so he imagined. “She’s okay, by the way. Not ‘okay’ completely, but she’s pushing on the best she can.” Gideon offered her packages for the boys. Abrupt subject changes and mood shifts would hopefully prevail. “Paint sets. Don’t worry, I picked up the good ones that only leave marks on the paper.”

She cupped his cheek, chuckling softly at his remark. It was true, the boys always felt skinny but they were growing boys and fighting a war.  They should be eating well and if she had to, she would be the one to do it. “It’s okay, I didn’t expect you to. An owl would have been nice but I will live,” she teased. With a roll of her eyes, a stern hand rested against her hip. “Yes, of course you have to stay now. It’ll be worth it, promise. I made bread pudding for dessert.”

Molly is grateful she doesn’t have to ask. She had been so worried about Amelia but wasn’t sure what she could do or say to console her. Amelia was almost part of the family, having been friends with her brothers for years. “I’m glad to hear about it. Send her my love, please. I feel helpless but all I’ve managed to do is send ten casseroles and I know that doesn’t help but...” her voice trailed off. Dealing with loss was never easy and Molly found herself at a loss. It was a terrible loss and nothing would make it better. 

“You say that now but where there is a will, there’s a way,” she warned. Though she was happy for another tool to keep the boys occupied when they became restless. There was only so long they would listen to her before mayhem ensued. Taking the paints, she placed them under her arm as another looped through Gideon’s and began leading him into the kitchen. “They’ll love them. And they’ll be happy you’re here.” She paused, squeezing his arm again. “I’m happy your here.” With the war at their doorsteps and now the loss of someone close to them, Molly wished she could keep her brothers with her at all times.