Molly W.

Molly Weasley and the year that Bill left to be a curse breaker in Egypt.

Molly Weasley and the year Charlie went off to Romania to work with dragons.

Molly Weasley and the year Ron sacrificed himself to a giant chess game and tried to fight Voldemort with only his other eleven-year-old friends for help.

Molly Weasley and the year Ginny spent being possessed by Voldemort and almost died.

Molly Weasley and the year that traitor Sirius Black broke out of Azkaban and was standing over Ron’s bed.

Molly Weasley and the year Death Eaters showed themselves at the Quidditch Cup. The year Harry was entered into a dangerous tournament and watch his classmate die. The year they knew he was truly back.

Molly Weasley and the year her husband nearly died. The year that Percy disowned them. The year Fred and George set out on their own. The year that Ron and Ginny set out to fight Death Eaters. The year Harry lost his godfather.

Molly Weasley and the year Ron was poisoned. The year Harry watched Dumbledore died. The year Bill was attacked by Greyback. The year she became proud to welcome Fleur to the family.

Molly Weasley and the year Bill got married. The year her husband, four sons, and her daughter-in-law to be all went on a risky rescue mission. The year Ron left school to hunt Voldemort. The year that Ginny led a resistance at Hogwarts until having to go into hiding. The year Fred and George hosted an underground radio show. The year Percy came back. The year Harry was nearly lost. The year that Fred was gone forever. The year that that bitch tried to hurt her daughter.

“I hope to see an owl from you if you get word of Uncle Ignatius. It would be very ‘family’ of you.” Molly looked around to make sure no one was looking or paying attention to them, before pulling a box with a ribbon wrapped around it out of her bag.

“Look I was baking them for Arthur and made to many. When the Head Master invited me to come to the school I remembered that you used to like them so I packed them up so if I saw you I could give them to you. If that isn’t not a good enough reason for you, then take them as a form of payment for any information you get on Uncle Ignatius.”

Molly looked around to make sure once again no one was watching them, before leaning in and whispering.

“Oh don’t worry Dear, I am here on invite from the Head Master, I unfortunately over heard in your loud squawking, that sweet Uncle Ignatius is ill. I am concerned for his health as is but adding Dragon Pox to it all, it’s  just dreadful. Do you have any word on how he is doing…” Molly paused. She knew Narcissa wasn’t going to be forthcoming with information if not provoked.

“I hope to see an owl from you if you get word of Uncle Ignatius. It would be very ‘family’ of you.” Molly looked around to make sure no one was looking or paying attention to them, before pulling a box with a ribbon wrapped around it out of her bag.

Molly walked up the pathway from Hogsmeade, eyes roaming over the landscape. So familiar, reminding her of all the times she spent on the grounds of Hogwarts with Arthur and their friends. Her eyes fell on a large willow tree that was moving in a unnatural way, slamming it’s limbs up and then crashing them down hard to the ground below it. That tree wasn’t there the last time she had visited the school. She would have surly noticed THAT. making a mental note to ask about it later she reached the front of the school and looked up at the castle with the same awe she had 11 years ago the first time she saw it in all it’s glory. Taking a big breath she smiled and spun on the spot.

It was so good to be back.

Minerva hurried down the steps to greet Molly, dodging the students running around in first day of school giddiness. She narrowly avoided stepping on a toad and slipped to the door.

“Molly dear, it’s wonderful to see you again. Let’s head to my office for a pot of tea and a biscuit, and you can tell me all about your wee bairn.”

Molly flung her arms open and wrapped them around her ex-Professor in a big hug. Molly wasn’t sure how McGonagall would take the hug but as the war went on Molly realized how impotent showing the people in your life just how much they mean to you. 

“It’s funny how you all think I’m the family embarrassment when here you are yelling and carrying on in the middle of the Entrance Hall like a troll. Whatever would sweet Druella think if she saw you being so emotional in public like this?” Molly wasn’t normally one for jeering remarks but after spending 5 years in Hogwarts with Narcissa’s older sister Bellatrix and a couple of years with the better manner but still quick tongued Andromeda, Molly had a short temper when it came to the Black sisters. 

It was dangerous business being  part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight and even scarier business if you were caught doing something less then flattering by an older member of the ‘Family’. 

“Oh don’t worry Dear, I am here on invite from the Head Master, I unfortunately over heard in your loud squawking, that sweet Uncle Ignatius is ill. I am concerned for his health as is but adding Dragon Pox to it all, it’s  just dreadful. Do you have any word on how he is doing...” Molly paused. She knew Narcissa wasn’t going to be forthcoming with information if not provoked.

Molly walked up the pathway from Hogsmeade, eyes roaming over the landscape. So familiar, reminding her of all the times she spent on the grounds of Hogwarts with Arthur and their friends. Her eyes fell on a large willow tree that was moving in a unnatural way, slamming it’s limbs up and then crashing them down hard to the ground below it. That tree wasn’t there the last time she had visited the school. She would have surely noticed THAT. making a mental note to ask about it later she reached the front of the school and looked up at the castle with the same awe she had 11 years ago the first time she saw it in all it’s glory. Taking a big breath she smiled and spun on the spot.

It was so good to be back.

Annoyed at the fact, that another appalling family member seemed to be in her presence, Narcissa tried her best to ignore the overly cheerful woman.

She could not believe how terrible this week was shaping out to be. Sirius embarrassed her beyond belief last night and she couldn’t stand for this woman to dare try now. Narcissa opened her mouth to tell the blonde she was leaving but before she could respond another sixth year strode up and tried to question Narcissa about a howler that had come in for Sirius earlier that morning.

He was the fifth student today, who had come to ask what Narcissa knew and she was already sick of it. She refused to talk to anyone about Sirius, in fact she would discuss literally any member of her family but him.

“if you’re so worried about my family line, why not ask about my poor,dear cousin-law Ignatius who’s suffering from dragon pox? Surely that news must satisfy your prying nature?”  

“It’s funny how you all think I’m the family embarrassment when here you are yelling and carrying on in the middle of the Entrance Hall like a troll. Whatever would sweet Druella think if she saw you being so emotional in public like this?” Molly wasn’t normally one for jeering remarks but after spending 5 years in Hogwarts with Narcissa’s older sister Bellatrix and a couple of years with the better manner but still quick tongued Andromeda, Molly had a short temper when it came to the Black sisters. 

“You haven’t found the kitchen yet?!? I can’t believe it. All Gryffindores most know where the kitchen is so that you can nick some snacks to fuel all that bravery in your bones! I can only tell you were it is if you solemnly swear to tell all your friends as well.” Molly loved the idea of telling a bunch of first years where the kitchens were and thinking about how mad Gideon and Fabian would be when they go down there for food and finding it packed with first years. She was sure she will be getting an owl about this latter.

She spotted him heading to the Great Lake and approached him at a swift pace. As she got closer she recognized him to be Orion Black’s oldest son Sirius. She had been to many family and social events with him from the time he was born. Both Molly and Andromeda spent most of those events watching and playing with the younger kids.

“Sirius?” She asked standing behind him. “..Is that you?” She was taken aback by his red Gryffindor robes. but his body language concerned her more. “Are you ok?” She bombarded him with worried questions.

Sirius sat at the Gryffindor table surrounded by his new friends. He felt much better than he did the night before. James, Remus and Marlene seemed to have had that effect on him. He smiled and talked and ate his first delicious Hogwarts Breakfast in peace. 

Midway through the meal, the Owl Post arrived. Dozens of owls descended upon the students delivering packages from home, letters, newspapers, and…

And for him…

A Howler.

Sirius’ stomach sank. A Howler on the first day? He was too shocked to move, and his shock lost him the precious time he would have needed to make it out of the great hall before the Howler exploded open and his mother’s shrill, cruel voice boomed:

“Sirius Orion Black how DARE you. You have brought shame upon The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. A Gryffindor for a son. You disgust me. You disgust and dishonour the entire family with your deviant behaviour. We have written to the Headmaster about having you moved. This will not stand. We will handle this matter further when you arrive home for Christmas. You will regret this.”

Sirius sat stiffly, his ears ringing with her words and from the volume of her shouts. 

‘…Having you moved…’ But he didn’t want to be moved. Sirius didn’t choose to be in Gryffindor, but even if he could have… he liked being in the same house as his new friends and being away from the likes of Narcissa. He liked the warm common room with its squashy arm chairs and fireplace… 

The room was silent for what felt like an eternity to Sirius. His mind was spinning, and he couldn’t look at his friends. ‘You will regret this.’… What did that mean? Scared and hurt and panicked, Sirius stood and ran from the Great Hall, through the main doors and out onto the Hogwarts Grounds.

She spotted him heading to the Great Lake and approached him at a swift pace. As she got closer she recognized him to be Orion Black’s oldest son Sirius. She had been to many family and social events with him from the time he was born. Both Molly and Andromeda spent most of those events watching and playing with the younger kids.

“Sirius?” She asked standing behind him. “..Is that you?” She was taken aback by his red Gryffindor robes. but his body language concerned her more. “Are you ok?” She bombarded him with worried questions.