lighthearted, iron-willed

June 24, 1978 Location - “The Bachelor Pad”

Warm smiles, good moods all around, and the promise of cake and ice cream kept Amos from feeling overwhelmed by the amount of people in his home. He was using the birthday party as a goodbye to the flat (having placed an offer on a small cottage) and an apology to everyone he had cut out of his life over the last year or so.

He had invitations sent out to members of the Order of the Phoenix and several close friends and family members, knowing that everyone could use a bit of a distraction while the attack on Diagon Alley was still on everyone’s minds.

Arthur knew he needed to tell her. He knew it. And he couldn’t. He hated to see her cry, his Molly. She was his backbone. Everything to him. Her in shambles left him without a flotation device, seemingly lost to drown at sea. But she needed to know. He had mulled over his conversation with Cygnus Black for quite some time, And what he had been told before that as well. It had come down to this.

Arthur had gone about his day as he normally would, dressing, breakfast, kissing the boys and Molly one by one before heading out the door. He’d stayed away for a few hours then come back round to their lovely little shamble of a home, their Burrow, and dug for her present from beneath his pile of jumpers. He straightened his back and apparated to where he knew they’d be, little garment box clutched in a hand. He’d appeared behind her, the boys off too far to see, so he crept closer, leaned down and kissed her on the top of her head when he heard the shaky breath, the rattling voice. “Oh, my love, cry if you need to. No one will judge you here. Least of all me.” He knew he’s startled her but he hoped that a crooked little smile and a wrinkle of his nose would make it a bit more ok.

She jolted in surprise, but without any real fear. She recognized his voice, and she always would, even when she wasn’t expecting to hear it. Brushing at her eyes, she twisted around to look up at him with a smile that was only slightly forced. “I know that, love.” Arthur Weasley was probably the most caring and understanding man she knew, and he would never judge her for anything, least of all her emotions. And that made it worse, because she needed to be strong for him; it wasn’t fair for him if she fell to pieces over every little insignificant thing. “I’m fine, really. Just a bit of the blues, I think. It happens sometimes, you know. I’m fine.” There, she hoped that would be enough to assure him for now.

Holding out her hand, she beckoned for him to come join her on the bench. “What brings you here at this time of day? I needed - the boys needed some air, I thought. They love it here.”

He nodded at her and gave another kiss to her forehead, doing as he was told and circling to sit with her on the bench, not saying a word until he was setrled. The boys hadn’t seen them yet so he grabbed the hand closest to him and kissed each knuckle softly, eyes turned to look at her face, before settling it into his lap, knitting their fingers together. “Mollywobble, my Molly, crying in the park while the boys play is not fine. I don’t begrudge you of it. Never. And I, well, I have something. For you.”

Molly and Arthur, Over the Years, submitted by @mydearprofessormcgonagall

Word around the castle spreads quickly–especially when that word involves a Prewett. Even though Molly was older than Gideon and Fabian, they still protected her as if she wasn’t the one who had made them soup when they were sick and (unwillingly) given up her old toys for them. She meant the world to them, and always would.

Even when the prospect of adding someone else to their family (another ginger? Really, Molly?) seemed to be in the picture more and more each day. Arthur Weasley seemed nice enough, sure, but it was up to the twins to find out what was bloody wrong with him. If he was going to be calling himself Molly’s “boyfriend” (gross), then he better be able to deal with the Prewett trade-marked stubbornness, and a double dose of it. Gideon wouldn’t call it an “interrogation,” per se–a warning call, more or less. Treat our sister right or We Will End You.

With these thoughts in mind, Gideon and Fabian ran into Muggle Studies, a class Arthur actually didn’t find mind-numbingly dull for some reason–one strike against him already. Fabian held a better reputation with the professor than Gideon did, and was successful in pulling Arthur away, convincing her that it was a dire emergency, ma’am. 

“Morning, Artie,” Gideon greeted, a false layer of sugary sweetness coated his words. They skipped down the hall, forcibly hooking his arm with Arthur’s while Fabian did the same with his other. For being four years younger than Arthur, they still stood quite tall next to him. “Fine weather we’re having, wouldn’t you agree?”

His heart sped up when he asked the professor to excuse Arthur but he managed to convince her with no problem. Lying to professors was one of the many skills Fabian was proud of having. Usually a doe eyed look and carefully phrased excuse or apology was enough to keep him out of trouble.

“Morning, Weasley,” Fabian grinned at Arthur. “You’ll be happy to hear the family emergency has nothing to do with your family. Unfortunately, you’re now stuck with the two of use.” It would take a few paces for them to reach the empty hallway, but once there Fabian pulled a look of indifference.

Arthur had been enjoying his class, the subject fascinating despite to him despite what everyone else in his house thought. It made sense for his family’s status as ‘blood traitors’ for the redhead to enjoy soenthing to do with Muggles. He had always found them fascinating, how they lived their lives, content with no magic and inventing things to make up for it in their daily lives with their inventions.

When Molly’s younger brothers barged into th classroom and he was suddenly being whisked away due to a 'family emergency’ the first thought to flash theough his mind was that their sister had been hurt, that she needed help. Or their parents, the kind folk that they were. He had grown close to the Prewetts in his time as Molly’s friend and, he hoped, that it would continue even as her boyfriend. He hadn’t truly understood what love was until he had met Molly with her too big heart and her beautiful smiles, the way she made sure he had enough to eat or someone to listen to when he got an idea idea into his head. She didn’t laugh at him. She only smiled, kissed his cheek. Told him to tell her all about it.

Arthur Weasley had been in love with Molly Prewett since the moment he laid eyes on her and she’d resolved that no one could take better care of him than her. He hadn’t realized love drove him until their sixth year, now, when he had seen her smile and the first thought was Merlin, I want to marry that woman.

“For the last time you giant ball of freckles I’m fine! I don’t need to go anywhere!” Severus snarled at the red-head in front of him. He’d been trying to get Severus to go home with him for the last- wow had it really been that long? Hour and a half it seemed if his internal clock was correct, which Severus was betting it was. The man had found him sitting in an alleyway after his landlord kicked him out for not being able to scrounge up enough money for the rent and eat at the same time. All in all it had been a horrible day, of course the would-be muggers didn’t exactly help anything but at least he didn’t lose anything. Not like there was anything to take. Though he did get what he assumed was some bruised ribs and a broken wrist for his trouble. Although it was still better than staying with that man. Severus refused to call him father, he didn’t deserve the title especially coming from Severus’s mouth. 

“I told you! It’s not anything serious stop wasting your time!”

|| Harry Potter CANON relationship week || 

White Aesthetic: Water Signs (Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces)

The zodiac signs as demigods:

“Gideon Prewett. It took five Death Eaters to kill him and his brother Fabian. They fought like heroes.”

When Cygnus went to go say hello to the Weasley patriarch he had not been expected to find him covered in red headed younglings. Cygnus couldn’t hold back a laugh at that as Arthur dramatically fell to the ground in a way that made the best of his dramatics proud. His chuckling in the doorway soon attracted the attention of one of the olders younglings who began poking Arthur in the cheek as an attempt into rousing his father to deal with the strange man at the door Cygnus assumed. “Would there be any room for me to join you Sir Dragon Red? Or shall I take my lunch break elsewhere?”

Arthur’s smile widened when he saw who was standing in the door of his office and prodded the boys to get off of him so they could show the manners he knew their mother had taught them. Even little Percy lisped out a hello, which got a chuckle and a ruffle of his hair. The boys stared first at the man at the door and then their father, gauging how they should react by how he did. The question surprised him but, he supposed, it wasn’ the first time a man like Cygnus Black had surprised him. He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head in the negative: “Of course there’s room! There’s always room wherever the Weasleys are, isn’t that right boys?” Arthur looked to his sons who nodded enthusiastically, Bill throwing his hands about in some form of explanation of how his father tended to bring strays home. Which, Arthur wasn’t afraid to admit, he did. Quite a bit actually. “Make yerself at home, please. “

“T'is I,” Fabian announced, his arm raised in the air as though he was brandishing a sword. “Sir Fabian here to retrieve my loyal knights and deliver them home safe to the queen just in time for their royal nap.” He triumphantly put his hands on his hips and posed in the doorway. A playful wink would be given to his nephews before he set foot in the office, an eyebrow raising at Arthur. “Should I give them one last chance to slay you before I ruin their fun?”

Arthur chuckled at his brother-in-law’s figure in the doorway of his office, a dashing knight here to save the day. The boys squealed and jumped off their father, rushing to be the first to huddle around their favorite uncle’s legs. None of them had heard the reason he was there yet. Arthur leaned up onto an elbow and studied the other redhead, knowing he had just undergone a great ordeal. The man tried to save face around the boys but Arthur could still see the residual bruising along his face. 

“No, no, Sir Fabian, “ said the older man, giving him a wink and a smile of his own, “The knights can do with a nap I think. But not before I speak with you, I’m afraid. Nothing urgent, just a chat.” He gestured for the boys to run and get their things in the back of the office so he could talk with Fabian, laughing a little at their protests. Now on his feet, he cocked his head to the side and studied the younger man for a minute before drawing him into a bone-crushing hug, exhaling out a laugh. “I’m glad you’re finally home, Fab.” 

ARTHUR WEASLEY IS ONE OF THE MOST UNDERRATED CHARACTERS IN THE SERIES AND CERTAINLY THE MOST UNDERRATED OF HARRY’S FATHER FIGURES ok this man:

is so passionate about his job and supporting muggle rights that he doesn’t give two shits abt his reputation as a blood traitor even tho it’s apparently the reason he never got promoted at the ministry

wrote the book on why u should not enchant muggle objects and literally has a shed full of flying vehicles and shit that he hopes his wife doesn’t find out about??? lmao what a rebel?? i love this guy

was concerned about harry before he even met him because ron was worried that he wasn’t responding to letters and when harry came to stay he totally could have been like ‘shit another mouth to feed’ but was really really happy that harry was there and safe??? ‘pls sit next to me at dinner, child, i need to ask you ten thousand questions about muggles’

like he was actually the first adult ever besides maybe hagrid to sit there and ask for harry’s opinions and recognize that he had knowledge and thoughts to offer im crying

fixed harry’s glasses for him after they broke in the floo ;-;

gave zero fucks about what everyone else thought should be done and told harry about sirius black bc he wanted this kid to be aware and safe as possible??

dragged the dursleys for not treating their nephew like a human being (and destroyed their living room what a great moment tbh)

gives advice that harry remembers years later bc he respects this kind ginger man so much ‘don’t trust something that can think for itself if u can’t see where it keeps its brain’

(lol remember that one time molly was upset about death eaters at the quidditch world cup and he made her some tea and then was like ‘i think this needs some whiskey too trust me i’m a doctor’)

agreed that harry should be told certain things about the resistance because he knew harry was competent and intelligent enough to handle it but like also kept in mind that harry was a kid in the middle of a war

took harry to work with him and made sure he got to his hearing on time and distracted him and ‘smiled at him encouragingly’ when he knew he was nervous im dying this was so sweet

was part of the group who threatened the dursleys to keep their hands and shitty attitudes away from harry and he was so ‘light’ and ‘pleasant’ abt it omg this dude was throwing so much shade

was ready to fight scrimgeour with remus when the minister wanted to get harry alone and harry had to be like ‘omfg stand down pls’

‘am i about to discover where you, ron, and hermione disappeared to while you were supposed to be in the back room of fred and george’s shop?’ … ‘how did you-?’ …  ‘harry, please. you’re talking to the man who raised fred and george’

never raised his voice except for that one time he told a fully trained auror to back the hell off and get out of his way so he could see his injured son and harry literally thought ‘holy shit’ it says so right there in the book u can check

fought in the battle of hogwarts and after fred and harry had been killed he went into full on rage mode and teamed up with percy to fuck up the minister for magic

owns chickens

bonus: 

When Molly woke that morning, she felt the heavy weight of all that had gone on for her family in the past month and knew that if she stayed in the Burrow all day, she’d be a wreck by the time Arthur made it home again. So she fed the boys and packed a bag with snacks - hopefully enough but the way Bill and Charlie ate, she could never be sure - and enough to take care of the twins for a few hours. Then she hurried the boys out the door, breathing a sigh of relief when they were in the open air and the roof overhead didn’t feel like it was going to crush the air from her chest. There was a park nearby where Bill and Charlie liked to run around, and Percy enjoyed himself, and she had a bench with a clear view of everything so she didn’t worry too much about the boys. They arrived and she settled herself on the bench as the older boys took off for their favorite spots to play and she set up a blanket for the twins. No muggles were around, so she was able to set up an unseen barricade with her wand, preventing Fred or George from wandering away.

And then there was nothing left to distract her from her emotions, so she let out a shaky breath and focused on a point in the distance to keep the tears from spilling out. “You have nothing to cry over, Molly Weasley. Pull yourself together.”

The dress he’d had made for her sat pretty as you please on his side of the closet, buried beneath a pile of jumpers he knew she’d never look under. He had been waiting for the perfect moment to give it to her. But, now, well. It almost seemed like cutting it to ribbons while she watched would give him the same result. She’d tell him they’d make do. She’d tell him she didn’t blame him. But he blamed himself. And that was what rattled around his head now.

Weasel

Those with this patronus tend to be ruled by instincts and very intuitive.

It has been assumed by some that those with the weasel Patronus are Sly and Cunning but this could not be more incorrect. People with the weasel are often friendly, polite and honest.

Those with the weasel are uniquely perceptive, often understanding things about those around them without having to be told. They make excellent detectives due to having such a curious nature and being so in tune with their surroundings.

Another good trait of those who have the weasel is a hard working attitude. Always ready to lend a hand, it is likely they enjoy whatever task is at hand.