Molly Weasley

“There's no bitch on earth like a mother frightened for her kids.” Molly Weasley || Mother, Wife, and Sister

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Tis thy day of birth and thy day of death as well, we do hope. Good tidings and good night! -RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE

[Molly stared at the letter for a moment trying to hide her panic.]

Mr. Lestrange, 

Thank you? 

Molly

[afreshfabianstrategy]

On Your Birthday

Molly,

29 years ago today, mum and dad were panicking. I remember, because I wanted pumpkin juice, and they acted like something more important was going on. 28 years ago today, you got pudding in my hair. And your hair. And everywhere else. 27 years ago today, you learned to chase Gid and me around the yard and marked the day we’d never get away with anything ever again. And so it went for a good number of years. I’m sorry for the rogue firework around year 25 and the doll beheading around year 23, as well as the gag gifts from years 20 to 16. Around year 12, I learned I’d be getting another brother, who fortunately turned out to be as shit as gifts as Gid and me. Sorry, Art. Though he certainly outdid himself in years 8, 6, and 2. Never moreso than last year. Twins…honestly.

This is a long-winded way of saying that I’ve had 28 goes at this, now. Yet for all the days we’ve been through and all the years I’ve been at it, I still can’t pick a bloody gift to save my life. That is to say, don’t get your hopes up for number 29 (though Merlin knows it can’t get much worse). You’ll get your present at your party, to which I’m rightly presuming I’ll be invited. Otherwise ouch.

I know I’m not around much these days, Molly. Total prat, if we’re honest. Too lazy to pick up a quill. But today I did, and today I’m not. Because a long time ago, I got a present today. I got a sister, you see. She means the world to me, nag that she is. And every now and then, I reckon she ought to know it.

Happy Birthday, Mollywobbles.

P.S. Yes, I know. So does Gid. Art’s voice really carries.

[molweasley-apv]

Fabian, 

For the past twenty nine years you and Gideon have been two of the biggest pricks I have ever met. I don't know how you two keep out doing yourselves, but you do. Every time I think you sink to a new low, you somehow manage to go lower. That being said, you two have also been the best brothers I could have ever asked for. I know growing up with me was not the easiest, and yet you let me tag along on your adventures and helped me through everything that I needed you for. 

I have not had my hopes up about gifts from you two since I was about thirteen, so don't worry about failing my expectations. Of course you'll be invited to the party, it's going to just be a small gathering at the burrow. With everything that is happening I don't want to be overwhelmed, plus I could use with just a few good friends and family. 

I really do appreciate the effort in writing me today, it really means the world to me. I am glad to hear that you are just as found of me as I am of you. 

Lots of love, 

Molly 

P.S. Don't think you and Gideon are any quieter, I always know. 

[ascent-to-transcendence]

Great advice there, Molly. Rumors don’t get to me, honestly. They make me laugh.

[molweasley-apv]

They are rather entertaining, though some of them are just ghastly to be honest. 

[a-pyrrhic-victory]

Character questions/prompts

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a-pyrrhic-victory:

Send them around, will ya? :)

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Discovery: Describe your character’s first magical performance of their own.

Wand: Your character is eleven years old, in Ollivander’s Wand Shop, and has held their wand for the first time. 

Pet: Write about your character’s magical (or not so magical) pet and how they first met.

Sorting: During their first day at Hogwarts every student must place the old, tattered hat on their head. Everyone’s Sorting Ceremony is different. Write about yours.

Companion: Who’s stuck with you throughout your Hogwarts life until the bitter end? Write about the greatest (or not so greatest) moment(s) with the companion(s) of your choice.

Owl: Put an ‘owl’ in my ask box and I’ll write a letter from my character to yours!

Boggart: Oh dear, your character seems to have stumbled across a stray Boggart! Describe what they see and how they overcome their worst fear.

Flying: Broom in hand, it’s your character’s first time at flying. Are they a natural or do their talents (or lack of them) buy them a ticket to the hospital wing?

Amortentia: While brewing the love potion in none other than potions class, your character takes a whiff at the stuff. What do they smell? 

Detention: Congratulations, your character has landed themselves in detention. How in Merlin’s soggy pants did you manage that?

Hogsmeade: Your character’s very first Hogsmeade visit is upon them. Excitement is in the air as students prepare for a day outside the castle walls. What happens? 

Beans: Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans never fail to entertain. After popping one into their mouth, what sweet sensations (if any) does your character experience?

Puddifoot’s: My character takes yours on a date to the hub of happy couples; Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop.

Winter: Snow has fallen at Hogwarts and classes are abandoned for the day, what excitement does snow day bring?

[molweasley-apv]

Happy Birthday!!!!

Hey there gorgeous!  Another year younger and more beautiful all the time aye?  Sorry, can't help the schmooze, I've a thing for gingers yanno.  

This note was delivered by Hokey instead of owl for one very simple reason.  My gift (the enclosed trip to a muggle day spa) includes the ability to be free from worry about the house.  She'll cook breakfast, lunch and dinner, clean the place completely, and look after the boys (don't worry, she raised me as much as Mum and Da did, if she can handle that, she can handle anything).  If today doesn't suit, just call for her at any time.  

Enjoy your day Molls

James

James,

Your gift is absolutely wonderful, thank you so much. I must also thank you for finally getting the courage to ask Lily to marry you, I've had a running bet with Art and I have just won, so thank you. 

I do hope you and Lily the best of wishes and thank you again for the wonderful gift. I'm sure she will be wonderful with the boys.

Molly

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Trick or Treat || October 31st, 1978 || Molly and Caradoc

Molly had loved Halloween as a child. The ability to dress up as someone else and collect candy was something she had waited all year for. She was the child that spent all year planning her halloween costume and collecting the things she needed so it was just perfect. As she grew older and went off to Hogwarts, the joy of Halloween never faded from Molly’s heart. When Bill was born she had looked forward to being able to indulge her childish love for the holiday again. 

This year was no different then any other, she had her three eldest children with her, all dressed up in costumes walking the streets of the magical neighborhoods in search for candy while Art was at the Tonk’s party with the twins. She herself was dressed up as Amelia Earhart, with her wand tucked up her sleeve ready to pull out quickly if she needed it. She was not about to let her guard down after everything that had happened, but she was also not going to rob her children of the fun and candy. Bill was running ahead with Charlie, as very odd pair of Oliver Twist and a dragon, while Percy stayed close to Molly’s side pulling on the sleeves his suit. Only Percy would want to dress up as a ministry worker for Halloween. 

They had already been out for a bit, the children’s bags starting to get full of candy and other treats. Molly’s attention was fully on her boys, but she was always keeping an eye out around the streets, she didn’t trust things to go off without some sort of attack. It was too much of an opportunity to cause havoc. Bill and Charlie ran up to the next house and Molly pushed Percy to join them at the door while she waited at the sidewalk and looked around. She heard the chorus of her boys “Trick or treat!” as her eyes scanned over the other people walking along the street. 

The costumes this year were impressive, there was a variety of princesses and pirates, imps and gnomes ran around as well. Molly couldn’t help but smile as she watched a little fairy try and steal a piece of candy from her brother who was dressed as a knight. Some of the older children were dressed in more morbid costumes, zombies, werewolf's, vampires, the usual, but once costume drew her attention more than other’s. There was a rather horrifying looking mask that she kept seeing out of the corner of her eye. Whoever was behind it didn’t seem to have kids, and was weaving their way in and out of the crowds. Molly’s heart started to beat faster as she looked for the mask again after it avoided her gaze. As her eyes scanned over the crowd she noticed a mother starting to panic. The women was frantically looking around for her child. Molly’s eyes started searching around again, she didn’t see the creepy masked figure or a lost child anymore. 

Molly’s wand slipped easily out of her sleeve and into her hand. Something was off and she didn’t like the feel of if. She waited for her children to come back from the door with smiles and more candy. Molly kept her smile on her face but she could feel the panic starting to take over. “Alright boys, I think it’s time we head back to your father, what do you say?” Molly asked as she started to heard her children back toward the Tonk’s house. “Bill and Charlie, please stay close, I don’t need you getting lost.” Molly warned as she hurried them along. 

When the reached the party, Molly could already tell that something was wrong. There was news of some sort and she didn’t know what to do. Her sons had run off into the house to sort their candy and enjoy themselves. As long as they were inside they were safe. Molly looked around for a familiar face to help explain what was happening. If children were involved, Merlin only knew that they had to move quickly and carefully.

[pv-arthurweasley]

Just a concern

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But that’s what they do, isn’t it. Take families apart and ruin them, leave people damaged or broken. They leave people empty and broken, then chuck them back at their families. They have to live the way in the sense of forever being watched, waiting for the time that they are taken again. They got the house, the took your brothers, they took me… When’re they coming next? Hours a day trying to think about that will send you mental and that’s the problem isn’t it? Because they might not ever come again. Or they might be just around the corner. [Arthur just stared forwards looking past her, caught up in his thoughts that were now audible to her. He was hurting her, he knew it, she was waiting for him to hurt her. Admitting his pain would hurt her because he knew it’d be identical if the roles reversed. He was sharing the paranoia, the constant fea

r and that was unfair. Yet he couldn’t stop.] I refuse to leave you without protection and I’ve been through it once, I can do it again. I can be prepared, but there is no way in hell that I would leave you in that way. You or the boys will never n my lifetime experience that. Not now. Not ever. 

[Arthur held strong as she sobbed into his neck. He wove his hands around her and spread his palms, rubbing her chest as she cried. It pulled him apart to know that not telling her was bad, but telling her was only going to make it worse. They whole situation was made doubly worse because in his mind, he was the reason for it. If he could’ve sorted himself out then this wouldn’t be a problem.] They took me, but I’m here. I’m here, see? [He pressed reassuring kisses into her hair, nuzzling into her and squeezing her just to accentuate that he would stand there all night and listen.] I’ve got you darl, I’m still here.

You’re not that bad. You’re not bad at all, I’m just not great at the moment. We’ll get through it Mols, but I can just… It’s going to take time. I need time, but I know that we don’t have it anymore. I wish the boys would understand and I wish that I wasn’t a mess but I am, like you said. I’ll talk to Fab adn Gid about it maybe, or Ted… You don’t have too worry about me woman, I’m supposed to be worrying about how you cope with the five children that we made. [He needed space and time, but for now he’d paint on another face and deal with it later. Let the little things like sleep and door-watching go noticed, but he promised himself that he would make it better, for her sake. Because everyone knows that if there’s one person worrying about you, it’s Molly Weasley.]

[He let her move him and he reciprocated the kiss only to break it a second later.] I love you Weasley. [It brought a little smile to his face before he leaned down to kiss her. Maybe it was okay for her to know a little after all.]

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[Molly just stared at him not able to answer for a moment. She knew he was right, and she couldn’t think of anything to say, so she just let out a sigh] Yes it’s their game, their sick, twisted game, but we can refuse to play can’t we? We can try and go about our normal days to show that we are not willing to play. We can take back our lives…can’t we? [Molly’s stare turned hard as she let out a frustrated sigh.] Arthur Weasley, do not think for a moment that I am ever going to let those bastards take you away from me again. Those monsters have already done too much to this family, I am done letting them tare us apart. I am done, do you hear me? Done. You can do what you need to, but know that I will fight tooth and nail to make sure that this family stays together through this. 

[Molly let everything spill out of her, she held onto her husband and just let every emotion she had been pushing down, bubble up and spill out. She knew that they still had a long way to go, but for now she just needed to know that they had a chance at reaching the end together.] S-sorry…I just…[Molly looked up at him, her eyes red from the tears.] I can’t lose you, love. I just can’t. 

[Molly nodded slightly. She trusted him, she knew that at the end of the day he would get the help that he needed or he would try his best to figure it out on his own. She would alway be there and he knew that.] Alright… [Molly chuckled softly as a small smile danced across her lips.] I’ve got the boys under control, don’t worry about them. 

[Molly smiled and patted his cheek slightly.] Oh I know you do, I have five children as a reminder of how much you love me.

[ascent-to-transcendence]

Sometimes I do, Molls. The ones you see are the least embarrassing. I dunno who’s so bleeding interested in my non-existent sex life, but they certainly need to get one of their own if they’re trying to live vicariously.

[molweasley-apv]

Jealousy does strange things to people, Lily. I'm not sure why people are so nosey, but they are. Best thing to do is just take everything with a grain of salt.

[edgarbonesknows]

Letting Loose || Edgar & Molly || September 30th, 1978

[edgarbonesknows]

He raised an amused eyebrow at her over enthusiastic response, an smile tugging at his lips as she slammed her glass down on the counter. This was new. The few times he’d met Molly Weasley, she’d always been so well put-together. Chasing after one of her boys and making sure everyone was well fed and cared for.

It was also a bit worrying to see her like this. Clearly she was drunk, the slurred words and giddy expression made this very evident. Considering Arthur had only been back a week, he had figured she would be at home with him. Thinking about it, spending a week caring for someone who had been through something so awful must be tiring, and wanting to escape that for a little while made sense, but getting drunk?

Taking a seat on a stool next to her, Edgar decided it was probably best that he stay with her and make sure she didn’t get herself into any trouble. “I’m well. I’ve just been having a drink by myself, Rommie kicked me out after I gave her too much trouble. You don’t mind if I join you? I’d enjoy the company.”

It didn’t matter what answer she gave, Edgar was going to stay with her whether she allowed him to or not. After the recent kidnappings he didn’t want to take any chances, especially with her so vulnerable.

He also took care not to ask about Arthur as he had originally intended. Molly had the look about her, one that he was familiar with. It was the look of a woman who had spent weeks worrying and had jumped at the first opportunity to escape. Bringing up the worries she was trying to escape would only make her push him away, if she wanted to talk about it she would. That was one thing he liked about drunk people, they had a tendency to lose all social boundaries and be painfully honest.

With a nod towards the glass she had set down he asked, “How much have you had?” Trying to gauge how drunk she really was, though not sure if she would answer truthfully. Bizarrely, one of the only things drunk people lied about was how much they’d had to drink. Though it could be a simple case of forgetfulness, or drunken denial.

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Molly had never been one to get drunk. She enjoyed a glass of wine now and then and when her and Art had weekends to themselves she allowed herself to get a slight buzz, but she had not been drunk since she was a teenager. The absolutely numbness of her mind was a nice change from the constant worrying that had been taking up any free time as of late. 

Molly’s smiled widened as he sat down next to her. She had always liked Edgar, she couldn’t remember why at this moment in time but she knew she liked him. “Why were you being trouble?” Molly asked quirking an eyebrow at him. “Were you hovering over her again? I thought you would have learned not to hover over your wife.” Molly scolded slightly picking up her glass to take a drink to only realize it was empty. “Of course you can join me, you can even buy this round.” Molly laughed putting her glass down again with a slight clink.  

Molly had forgotten how nice it was to have her head completely clear of all worry, to be able to laugh at the stupidest things and enjoy being alive. With everything that had happened lately she needed something to let go, and coming and getting drunk turned out to be much nicer than sitting alone in an empty house while her family was out. Merlin knows she would have ended up joining them at some point anyway. For now though, she had a friend to talk to and more things to drink. 

“Uh…four or five glasses I think…I lost count to be honest. I hadn’t planned on having any, but the first two were free so…” Molly shrugged slightly. There was nothing in her mind stopping her from talking, no filter, no wornings. It was all just spilling out of her, and she wasn’t really regretting it. She had been holding on to too much lately.

[molweasley-apv]

Hello Molly, I just wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday. I hope it's a good one. -Gavin Travers

Gavin,

Thank you very much. It's hard to believe another year has gone by. It's crazy to believe that I am now just a year away from being thirty. 

Best of wishes to you, 

Molly

[molweasley-apv]

Well, it seems Ted has somehow tricked me into attending this ball with him, the tosser. I don't suppose we could go dress shopping together? I desperately need the fashion advice.

Oh I’m glad to hear that he got you to come! Of course we can dear, though I don’t know why you want my advise, I have worn the same costume for Halloween the past 5 years. 

[the-missus-tonks]

Oh believe me, I know what that’s like. The little one is just an endless ball of energy, it’s impossible to get in a good night’s rest. Thankfully Ted offered to watch over her while we’re out. Except you can bet he’s going to give into her begging and feed her cake and sweets for dinner.

Nonsense, we’re perfectly charming women to be married to! But I suppose you have a point… Perhaps I’ll find something nice to wear just for him at Madame Malkins.

[molweasley-apv]

Oh she'll mellow out sooner or later. If not, I suggest getting her a broom. As much as I worry about them getting hurt, Charlie and Bill calmed down after they were able to go out and play in the yard together for hours on end tossing a ball back and forth. Lovely of Edward to get her all hyper just in time for you to come home, though. 

I'm sure we are, but I also know that having five children running around the house is not the easiest to deal with. They do have a rather nice selection of things, I'm sure you could find something.

[molweasley-apv]

My Dearest Love || September 24th || Molthur

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Hands intertwined and he was content. His mind would creep back into the darkness whenever the shadows lurked, for now he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off of the doorway, his wand would always be tucked up his sleeve. They said it was okay, but it wasn’t natural and whilst Molly quenched the need to know that she was safe and in his grasp, he couldn’t let her go. Ever. They had taken him so easily and yet he was back in a week, barely gone. He felt exhausted but he wasn’t going to close his eyes yet, they would come back, he knew it. THey hadn’t done the job just yet, they wouldn’t have let four people go without a more gruesome end.

Warm. It was a sensation that he truly hadn’t felt for what seemed an eternity. She wasn’t boiling hot like the rushed grasps of sweating Aurors, or the stone cold hands of the Healers, she was warm. Her perfume was home, he cried silently into her neck. It was a lot to feel for him, usually he was relatively composed but he just couldn’t prevent the tears that fell from his eyes. Her hands soothed the pain through tensed muscles simply by touch, her grip was the only medicine that he needed right now. Her grasp tightened and he pressed his body closer to her, he wasn’t going anyway again, not without a goodbye. Like hell he’d leave her if he had the choice and she would not be taken from him. From their children, brothers, family, friends… They both had so much to lose and that was what was hitting him the hardest. What happened if this same thing was happening but his touch cold and limp? It could’ve so easily ended that way.

"How were they? I just want to go home. Do you know if they have any intention of letting me home tonight?" The answer was obviously no, but he was going to check anyway. It wasn’t that he hated hospitals, because he really had no real care for them, but he did however want to be laid in bed next to wife tonight. The idea pulled throug his stomach, and he turned, pulling her to him, her shoulder tucked into him. Arthur breathed it all in. Art closed his eyes, just briefly, lingering in the comfort before the sensation of being watched was overpowering enough to make him open his eyes. She was still there, of course she was, he hadn’t even felt her move in the seconds. It was all real. Definite. He knew that he shouldn’t keep expecting it to be false, he knew that he shouldn’t keep flinching at the nurse’s touch but he did. It was odd to not recoil from Molly but he knew her touch so well, the tips of her fingers drifting acorss his arms, intertwined between his own fingers.

Fingers that had been bloodied with anothers pain. Sirius. His mind hadn’t let him rest at the idea that he had pushed the young male to battering him, to doing something as physically wrecking to himn. Slur insults that could’ve been last words to the second nicest Black that he’d ever had chance to meet. So close to being killed in place of Andy’s life. He hadn’t even got the chance to snap out of the mental wreck that he had fallen into. Falling into the madness, a small puddle of blood, rust everywhere. Choking as he aim to clear his throat as he sunk to the floor. Everything was so dark, so cold… so alone.

Arthur’s eyes snapped open, chest heaving a little bit too much to be normal. Swallowing bit a rising feeling to throw up, Arthur watched the ceiling as he caught himself. Not now. Not now. Not now. NOT NOW. Mantra through his mind, he blinked, staring at the door, clasping onto Molly’s hand harder and breathing just a little bit harder. She would notice but nothing needed to be said, he slid down in the bed, face level with hers. Pressing a kiss to her temples, he was back. Back again, he’d never left. He hadn’t left, she’d always been here. Arthur hadn’t moved from the bed. Molly was there all the time. It’d been minutes since he’d even remembered hearing her speak. Opening his mouth and closing it again, Art searched for something to say but nothing happened and he just laid there waiting for something to say. Art felt her move just slightly, and he clasped her arm. Molly couldn’t leave, she was only just here, just replaced by his side once again.

"Don’t leave me, please." He met her eyes as his words were whispered. His eyes pleaded in need of her touch, he felt needy and selfish but Art couldn’t keep slipping back. Not again. Not ever.

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The feeling of having him close to her again was something that she needed. It was something that made her feel whole again. No matter what came, no matter what they had to face as long as they were together they could overcome it. He was her strength and her heart. Everything about him she loved. She knew that this was not going to be something that just passed, that they would have to work and adapt, but they were together again, they had each other so she knew that they would get through it. 

Molly let Arthur overwhelm her senses. She could feel his tears spilling onto her skin, the smell of him familiar and comforting, the sound of him breathing to remind her that he was in fact alive. She just held onto him as if her life depended on it. She could not lose him again, there was no way that she would be able to survive the loss of him like that again. Her vision blurred as tears fell down her cheeks, burning their paths against her skin. It had only been a week, but it had felt like an entirety without Arthur by her side. She could feel him tense under her hands, she wanted nothing more than to just make all his pain go away, to erase everything that had happened to him, to take on every ounce of pain that he held so he didn’t have to feel any of it. 

“They are fine, they are excited to see you again, but I needed to see you first.” Molly said kissing him quickly. She missed the feeling of how perfectly Arthur and her fit together. They really were each other’s other half. Without him everything just felt wrong. “Soon love, they said you can go home in a few days. They need to keep you here for another two days and then you’re free to come home.” Molly answered running a soothing hand over his back. She didn’t want to leave him here, she didn’t think she could. She wanted nothing more than to get her brother’s or mother-in-law to take the children and stay the night here with Arthur. The healers couldn’t say anything against it could they? She had thought her husband was lost, she wanted to make up that time. 

Molly folded into Art easily, there was nothing more than she wanted. Being next to him, having his arms around her again was everything that she wanted and needed. She could feel her worry wash out of her body as Arthur’s presence coursed through her body. The familiarity of his touch and the feel of him kept her grounded. It brought her back to the days of awkwardly dancing around each other at Hogwarts, to telling her father at nineteen she knew that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Arthur and knowing then and there that her life would be empty without him. It brought back the laughter that bubbled up between them when they were moving into their apartment, and then into the Burrow. Everything about Arthur was joy and love, and having him there as a constant reminder just made life so much more enjoyable. Molly swore that every time she woke up next to him, she fell in love with him again. 

Molly felt Arthur’s breath changed and just held onto him tighter. She didn’t know what had happened, and she wasn’t going to push, not now. She just needed to let him know that she was there, that she was going to be by his side no matter what happened. She felt him slide down to her, his lips pressing into her temple. She didn’t know what to say, she wanted to tell him that she loved him, that she would always love him, that she missed him more than he would ever know, but all her words seemed to escape her. Molly shifted slightly so she could be closer to him and not have her arm trapped under her. She felt Art’s hand clasp onto her other arm and she looked up at him, her eyes soft as her other arm moved from under her so she could place it on his face. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” She whispered placing another soft kiss on his lips. “You’re stuck with me Arthur Weasley, for now and forever.” Molly reminded him curling her body close to his again. everything was right again, everything felt complete. 

[afreshfabianstrategy]

Things I Do Instead of Theory Reading #1: Prewsleys

[molweasley-apv]

One Straw Too Many || September 25th || Molly and Regulus

[the-other-black]

"Teddy bear teddy bear turn around, teddy bear teddy bear touch the ground," Regulus sang softly under his breath, his eyes trained on Bill as the child cowered behind another pile of rubble and his mother screamed for him to duck. Truth to be told, as amusing as it was to see the boy shake in terror and panic, Molly Weasley was, by a long shot, far more interesting. He could see the rage and revulsion fighting for dominance on her face, and marvelled at the way she could contain so many raw emotions within her petite frame. The hand gripping her wand was trembling with fury, and her pupils were blown wide in her anger. He could almost feel that pent-up frustration crackling in the air, almost but not quite there, like the smoke that rose from the burning shops, wispy and elusive, pressing in even as it spiralled up into the air.

It soon became clear that her hesitation was going to cost her a great deal. As her eyes darted between her son and him, her hand shook even greater; she seemed so afraid for her son to see her duel, but on the other hand, he had made her mad enough that she could not, would not, simply walk away. He could see that in the proud arch of her neck, and the determined furrow of her brows. This one would not accept defeat. “Bring it on. I’ve got nothing to lose,” he thought bitterly. This was where the real fight began; this was what he had begun to live for. It wasn’t the shadowy politics that he dabbled in, or the reckless destruction of property, or even murdering and torturing poor, helpless muggles. It was this: the ever present danger of being wounded, the tense atmosphere of anticipation, the constant need to duck and strike. It was when he was fighting when he was most alive, and it would seem  like he had finally gotten what he had wished for.

Weasley’s eyes drifted distractedly around the area, as though searching for something, and she shot a red spell at him that went far too wide; he didn’t even have to sidestep that blast of light which blew up the rubble not quite ten feet away. Impressive. When she yelled at the little head peeking above a huge rock, he saw it begin to disappear again. Knowing that he could not get in a clear shot that would put the child out of his misery, he did the next best thing; Weasley’s moment of indecision was all it took. One soft word, a carefully wand, and the entire rock exploded. Either the child ran away and was too afraid to return, or it had been fatally wounded by the shrapnel. At any rate, these thoughts pleased him greatly. That was one distraction gone, however interesting it was.

He was ready to deflect the fresh barrage of spells, and successfully remained relatively unscathed from the first wave. It wasn’t any harder than avoiding bludgers, just that this time, the bat was with him and he could make his own decisions. One of his darker spells got a glancing hit on his opponent, but he had no time to assess the damage it had done before a new series of spells greeted him anew. Hopefully, it was one of the slow acting ones. Exhausted by his last spell, and particularly nasty one that dissolved your bones from inside out, causing you to collapse in on yourself, he had no time to react at all as the slicing spell hit him straight in the chest. Thank the gods for his cloak, or he would have already been a red ruin on the ground, not even an hour into the game. Still, despite having absorbed the worse damage, not only was there a gigantic tear in the fabric, but he had also gotten much of the force behind the curse and a sharp pain filled his lungs as he doubled over to cough, blood splattering the ground as he called to her.

"Where’s itty bitty Bill? Is he scared? Frightened? Surprised that you hurt his father? Hiding behind a rock? Oh wait, I forgot, he was behind that stone that was blown up and probably dead!" 

[molweasley-apv]

Molly didn’t know what to do, her heart was pounder her head was spinning. She couldn’t just leave her child alone and fight off the masked villain in front of her, but she couldn’t just blast him out of the way either. She couldn’t do it while he looked like her husband. Molly struggled to keep what little sense she had left collected. She needed to make sure that Bill didn’t see more than he had to, and that he wasn’t hurt. He needed to stay low and hidden. If only she had been better at apperating. Was it worth the risk? Could she get them both to safety away in one piece? Was it worth the loss of an eyebrow or a finger if it meant that he was alive? “Leave my son alone.” Molly warned again her focus narrowing in on the masked man. A beam of light left her wand quickly aimed right at his chest. 

Molly didn’t have a moment to collect herself, to reassure herself that she was doing the right thing. There was no time and everything to lose. Molly’s life had revolved around family for as long as she could remember, if it wasn’t her brothers or mother, it was Arthur and the boys. She was nothing without family, she was just another neurotic women running around trying to make everyone happy. Her family gave her purposes, they have her life meaning, and here she was offering her son up to a death eater. 

Molly felt herself being pushed out of the way of the explosion. She watched in pure horror as the rubble fell around where her son used to be. She felt her heart drop into her stomach as her anger surged through her entire body. Her eyes swept quickly for any sign that her boy was alright. When she saw a pair of eyes looking up at her from the rubble that showed fear, she knew that he was safe. He wasn’t hurt, he was scared out of his mind, but he was alive. She could feel as her hesitations left her body, her whole focus was now on the masked man who had just tried to kill her son. 

Her movements were quick, her words matched as she sent curse after curse at the man. Molly didn’t care anymore what Bill saw, she needed to show this man that messing with a mother was probably one of the stupidest ideas you could ever make. Molly was too busy throwing her anger at the man that she didn’t notice the curse flying toward her until it was too late. The curse cut through her cloak and skin, causing her to cry out. She could feel the warmth of the blood starting to soak her sleeve and drip down her arm, but that didn't stop her from sending another round of curses at the man. She kept moving, sending spell after spell at him and just dodging the ones he sent at her. Molly felt a wave of anger sweep through her and she sent a slicing spell at the cloaked figure and watched as it hit him square in the chest. Her hand clutched her wand tightly as she watched him double over and cough out blood. 

Molly felt so conflicted, on the one hand she knew that his man wanted to kill her son, but on the other, there was the face of her husband spitting out blood that she had caused. As he tried to bait her again, Molly’s eyes stayed focused on him, not letting herself look to where she knew Bill was hiding. Molly didn’t say anything, her jaw was too clenched to be able to respond. Her teeth ground slightly as she stared at the man before she flicked her wand and sent another round of slicing curses at the man.

[molweasley-apv]

ANONYMOUS TIME!!!! (or ask in character!)

HYE have you ever?

FMK fuck marry kill

KHC kiss hug cuddle

NML a night, a month or for life?

AMA ask me anything

HON hot or not?

WWY well would you?

WYR would you rather? 

TOD truth or dare?

SMW ship me with?

TOT this or that?

WIS who I ship? (with myself, or with others — specify) 

or anything else hilariously entertaining you can think of! 

[afreshfabianstrategy]

Fabian, the the hell have you been? No letters, not even a note. Are you trying to worry your sister to death?

Oh, the usual. I’ve been in Grave Danger, with a short trip to Mortal Peril and a scenic tour of Certain Death.

Honestly, I’ve just been distracted, Mols. I’m shit at returning owls. I didn’t mean to worry you.

[afreshfabianstrategy]

Molly…don’t. I perfected this…the art of the “could’ves” and the “should’ves.” Could’ve done this, should’ve done that, etc. And having done it and come out the other side, I’m asking you, as your brother, to stop. Please. It gets you nowhere…at least, nowhere you want to be, and nowhere I want you being. You’re the best mum I know, hands down. Ours’d be proud…I know she’d be.

I don’t know either. But I’ll think on it, ok?

[molweasley-apv]

Alright...Just promise me that you will show up this time for dinner and give the kids a much needed distraction? You can even take Bill and Carlie out to play quidditch... 

Thank you, Fabian, really...

[afreshfabianstrategy]

Fabian, the the hell have you been? No letters, not even a note. Are you trying to worry your sister to death?

Oh, the usual. I’ve been in Grave Danger, with a short trip to Mortal Peril and a scenic tour of Certain Death.

Honestly, I’ve just been distracted, Mols. I’m shit at returning owls. I didn’t mean to worry you.

[afreshfabianstrategy]

You can’t blame yourself for that. You couldn’t have known. None of us could. If we had, it’d never have happened. Bill’ll be fine, Arthur’ll be fine, along with Charlie and Percy and the twins. The whole lot of you’ll be fine…at least if me or Gideon have anything to say about it. And as our sister you know—we tend to get our way.

[molweasley-apv]

I could have apperated out of there..I could have gotten my son to a safer spot. I could have made sure he wasn't seen or able to see any of it. I could have done a lot more. He is my child Fabian, it is my job to protect him and now he is terrified of his own father. 

Yes, I know you do...I'm just so worried, I don't know what to do any more. I can't keep the kids locked up in the house all day, but I don't know where I can trust them to be as safe.