home is where the heart is.

Molly Weasley. 51 years old. Member of the New Order. Wife to Arthur. Mum to Bill, Charlie, Percy, George, Fred, Ron, & Ginny.

[mothermolly]

percyweasley-arc​:

There was an overhaul at work and Percy considered putting in extra time at the Ministry for that. Some sense snapped inside even him to realize he needed some room and a break from work. Percy knew when he was working himself too thin and besides, he had been invited to the Burrow. It was the week and he wasn’t sure what would be expected, but hopefully it would be quick enough for him to return to work either at the office or his own home. When he got there, he fell into conversation with his mother and before he knew it, time had slipped by. 

Percy had stood up and felt accosted to stay. A roast meant nothing to anyone else but Percy knew that his mother’s intuition. It was her saying for him to stay and his face collapsed. “Mummy, I really do need to get back,” Percy argued softly, but after one pause he complied. “It can’t be longer than an hour. I still have a list of…responsibilities…”

*

Molly worried about all of her children. She was a mother after all. It was her job to worry about them. Especially now that they weren’t under her watchful eye at all times. Now that they’d all left the nest, she had to do twice the work to make sure that they were alright. One of the ones she worried the most about was Percy. He took onto much at the Ministry. He rarely complained when something was bothering him and Molly knew that eventually he would get stressed. She didn’t want him to get hurt. 

“Please?” Molly asked Percy, giving him the motherly look that she knew he wouldn’t be able to ignore. She smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead when he agreed and directed him towards the table. “Sit and tell me about how everything is going, darling,” Molly directed as she waved her wand and magically began plating the dinner. 

[angelinahqs]

Angelina often found herself at the Burrow, it was almost like a second home now, George had dragged her along for dinner once and since then she’d found herself returning. It was comforting that nothing really changed there, it always had the same energy, the same energy that it’d had when Fred lived there. The family always welcomed her with open arms, and she was more than happy to accept their invitations nowadays, even if it wasn’t every week, especially when her family very rarely met up weekly anymore. 

The woman waved her wand at a couple of dishes in the sink as they cleaned themselves, she knew it was a small thing to do, but every little bit help. As she turned to return to the others she came face to face with Mrs. Weasley. “Oh! You scared me,” she laughed, a smile on her face. “I was just…” she pointed at the sink, trailing off. “Thank you for dinner, it was lovely.” 

@mothermolly​

[mothermolly]

Molly loved having her house full. She loved having dinner with her kids and their friends. It was one of the things that she missed the most when they all left the house. She was lucky that they all agreed to having a weekly meal with her. Sometimes some dropped by on other nights, but to have them all together, it was different. Molly made it perfectly clear that anyone was welcome and sometimes it was a mixed bunch. 

Seeing Angelina clean the dishes, Molly smiled, tsking as she walked into the kitchen after dinner. “Angelina, honey! I’m perfectly capable of washing a few dishes, dear.” She patted Angelina on the shoulder. “You’re welcome, dear. We’re happy to have you here anytime. Thank you for your help. How are you doing?” 

[mothermolly]

@arthur-percivalweasley​

The Weasley house had always been in some sort of chaos for several years while her number of children were growing up. Molly was used to a house full of noise and chatter. The silence since her children had moved out was deafening at times. There were times when Molly did whatever she could in order to just recreate some of the noise that she was used to. Sometimes she’d play the muggle record player that Arthur had brought home from work. Sometimes she’d bang pots and pans around in the kitchen as if she was looking for something. This particular morning, Molly was just making whatever noise she could in the kitchen as she was preparing breakfast. Humming a few notes to a song, she plated the food that she had made and placed it on the dining table, before calling for her husband. 

Seeing him, Molly placed a kiss on Arthur’s cheek, and murmured, “Breakfast is ready, love.” The redhead took a seat at the table and stirred some honey into her tea. She took a sip of the tea, before looking up at her husband. “How are you feeling, daddy?” 

[mothermolly]

charliewhqs​:

Now, Charlie wasn’t particularly used to being in severe trouble with his parents. He had been quite good in school, good enough to become a prefect, certainly better behaved than the twins, but he remembered what it felt like when they were disappointed in him and he hated that, which was exactly why he was dreading this. He was older now, twenty-nine, he should be settling down anyway, but it was who it was with that could potentially be the problem. He knew that his parents wouldn’t support it fully, he knew that they wouldn’t trust her straight away, he knew that they’d prefer him to be with someone who was at least neutral in these events, and yet, here he was, about to reveal that Harriet was pregnant. 

“Yeah,” he nodded, trying not to let out an awkward laugh when his mum brought up that they could figure it out. He’d already figured it out. “Okay,” he let out a small sigh, remaining standing as he looked down at her, it felt like an interview of some sort, an audition, but he couldn’t sit still. “How do I say this…” he’d been trying to figure that out in his head all day, but nothing seemed to sound okay. “Right… I thought… my plan was to go back to Romania, just leave, not tell anyone, disappear, but then… uh… well, I was leaving and… you see… I decided… it was…” he stopped in his tracks, letting out a sigh and letting his eyes catch his mum’s. “Harriet’s pregnant… with twins.”

*

Molly wasn’t used to disciplining Charlie, if she was being honest. He’d been a good child. He’d been a prefect. He was certainly much better behaved than the twins had been. He didn’t give her an aneurysm each time she received an owl like when her Ronald was in school. When he decided to go off and train the dragons, Molly knew it was his passion, and she tried her best not to argue with his decision. She missed seeing him, but she made sure that he knew that she was proud of him. When he’d made the mistake with Harriet, Molly was unable to hide her disappointment over the situation. It wasn’t centered upon her son as much as it was the situation overall. Her baby had been taken advantage of. 

She waited for Charlie to tell her what was going on, a sort of dread in the pit of her stomach. She’d never seen Charlie acting this worried. Ever. “You were going to go back to Romania?” Molly asked, a frown on her lips. She opened her mouth to say something else, but it closed immediately when Charlie finally dropped the bomb. Harriet was pregnant with twins. Molly felt a whirlwind of emotions in a matter of seconds. She felt a sense of dread at the mention of twins. Twins in the family didn’t have the best history. Sadness because she missed Fred. She felt angry at Charlie for not being more careful. She felt a tiny bit of joy because she was going to be a grandmother again. 

Unable to form a coherent thought, Molly accio’d a bottle of firewhiskey and added a good helping to her tea. She took a long sip of the concoction, before finally asking, “Charlie, are you positive she’s not lying? This woman is dangerous. I don’t understand what you don’t see about that. You’re willing to put yourself and others in danger because of this woman?” Molly took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, knowing that her own personal emotions were getting the best of her. It wouldn’t help Charlie if she was too harsh. Even if she was right. “I’m sorry, Charlie. I... It’s a bit of a shock. Your father and I will be here for you. Whatever you need. But... I just need a moment to process this.” 

[mothermolly]

is it too late to send beep from ginny??

A loving text || @ginnyxweasleys

(✉️ ➡️ Ginny): You’re going to kick arse today.  (✉️ ➡️ Ginny): I love you very much, darling. 

[mothermolly]

Beep (Gabi)

A loving text || @gabriellexdelacour

(✉️ ➡️ Gabrielle): You know that you’re invited to dinner any night, right?  (✉️ ➡️ Gabrielle): You’re part of the family and we’d love to have you, love. 

[mothermolly]

BEEP {charlie}

A sad text || @charliewhqs

(✉️ ➡️ Charlie): I’m trying my best with Harriet. I’m sorry for the way I acted.  (✉️ ➡️ Charlie): Please don’t cut me out, Charlie. I’m sorry. I’ll do better. I want to be apart of your life. Of the twins lives. 

[mothermolly]

beep (percy and molly)

A loving text || @percyweasley-arc​

(✉️ ➡️ Percy): I love you, darling.  (✉️ ➡️ Percy): But you need to take a break. Take a breath. You look incredibly stressed.  (✉️ ➡️ Percy): Tell mummy what’s wrong. 

[mothermolly]

beep

A helpful text || @astoriacgreengrass

(✉️ ➡️ Astoria): If you ever need someone to talk to over a cup of tea, I’m here to listen, love! 

[mothermolly]

Beep (Arthur)

A concerned text || @arthur-percivalweasley

(✉️ ➡️ Daddy): Are you sure that you’re feeling alright, darling?  (✉️ ➡️ Daddy): I’m worried about you. 

[mothermolly]

charliewhqs​:

Charlie had been dreading this moment, he didn’t know what her reaction would be, and he much preferred being on his mother’s good side. Since he’d got back from Romania, he’d made more mistakes than anything else. It wasn’t that long ago that he’d been considering returning to Romania, but then he was stopped by the news, Harriet’s news, his news, the news he was now breaking to his mum, or at least trying to. 

“Uh… no- thank you, I’m good,” he replied with a nod of his head. He’d considered telling her the moment that he’d entered through the door, but instead he found himself lingering, not sitting down at the table, not busying himself with something, but instead just standing. That’s how she knew. He took a moment, didn’t want to tell her straight away, he knew that the atmosphere would change almost immediately, or at least that’s what he expected, he didn’t really know. “You might want to take a seat…” he began. He knew there was more of a chance of him being able to disapparate if she was sat down. “I’ve got some news.” 

*

When it came to mistakes or news, Molly had tried to implement an open door policy with her children. She tried her best to make sure that they knew they could come to her no matter what was going on in their lives. If something was wrong, she’d help them figure it out; no matter what it was. Still, there were times when her temper had gotten the best of her over the years and it was usually when her children were in danger. For example, when her son’s took the flying car to rescue Harry or when Ron and Harry decided to fly the car to Hogwarts. She had lost her cool then and it was understandable. When Charlie came around, Molly wasn’t surprised that he had news, but she wasn’t sure what he’d have to tell her.

“What’s wrong, love?” Molly asked her son, a worried expression crossing her features. The redheaded woman poured herself a cup of tea before sitting down as he asked. Stirring some honey into her tea, Molly reassured him, “You can tell me, Charlie. Anything. We’ll figure it out.” 

[mothermolly]

@percyweasley-arc​

Growing up, Molly had always wanted a big family. Having seven children always seemed to be in her wheelhouse. It made for a chaotic house for a very long time, but Molly loved every moment of it. There wasn’t a child that she loved more than the other; she loved them all equally. However, there were a few of her children that she knew needed a little extra care at times. Sometimes they switched, but Percy had always been a momma’s boy for as long as she could remember. While her other children branched off and grew more distant, she always knew that she’d have Percy to rely on. 

“Percy, love, I made a roast and veggies for you. You’ll stay for tea right?” Molly asked her son, trying not to guilt trip him, but knowing that it was his favorite in the same beat. 

[mothermolly]

@charliewhqs​

The only thing that Molly ever wanted was for her children to be happy. She didn’t care if they were successful. She didn’t care what they did as long as they were happy and well taken care of. That being said, when her second eldest son decided to suddenly come back around more often, Molly couldn’t argue. She worried about Charlie and his job with the dragons. She worried that he’d get injured. She worried that he was lonely. So, when he came back to England, she was quite chuffed. 

“Do you want a cup of tea, darling?” She asked, not needing to turn around to know that it was one of her children behind her. Molly had developed a sixth sense while they were growing up. She could have her back turned and nine times out of ten, she’d shout at the correct child. Turning around to face Charlie, she caught the expression on his face and her brow furrowed slightly. “What’s the matter, Charlie?” 

[mothermolly]

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Muslim au: young Molly Weasley // Harry Potter series ( requested by shy anons )

‘Oh, come and stir my cauldron, And if you do it right I’ll boil you up some hot, strong love To keep you warm tonight.’ ‘We danced to this when we were eighteen!’ said Mrs Weasley, wiping her eyes on her knitting. ‘Do you remember, Arthur?’

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