Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.
Written for Astronomy, Assignment 4.
AN: Dream in italics, Molly awake normal writing.
She's walking on a thin layer off ice that is cracking and is ready to shatter completely, but she doesn't care. All she cares about is reaching Fred, who's standing in the middle and crying for her, she has to get to her boy or die trying.
"Mummy, help me"
She's trying to help him but with every step she takes he gets further away like fate is cruelly trying to stop her helping her son.
She wants to scream "Mummy's coming, everything is going to be okay," but her voice won't work.
All she can do is take one step at a time to reach him and then she can scoop him up in her arms, hug him and take him back to George.
The ice isn't just cracking now, its breaking fully and Molly is trying the best she can to get away from the breaking ice, but she can't and just before she falls through the ice she hears "Mummy, help me?" screamed.
She sinks further and further, desperately trying to reach him through the cold and dark.
Molly sits upright in bed, sweat dripping from her head and tears down her face.
She repeats the words "It's just a bad dream, Fred is safe and in bed," as Arthur snores beside her.
But she has to see with her own eyes that her four year old son is safe in his bed with his brother just meters away on his own bed, she kicks off the covers and tiptoes to the door.
The door makes a small groan and Molly checks that Arthur was still sleeping ever since the twins were born, she had this fear she would lose Fred and Arthur thought that she was being ridiculous, when Arthur lets out a snore she sighs in relief.
When gets to the twins room, she sees a light on under the door and can hear the pair giggling, when she opens the door the giggling stops and she is greeted with two guilty faces covered in chocolate.
Both Fred and George wait to be told off for being awake and eating chocolate in the middle of the night, but it doesn't happen.
Instead, Molly walks over and gently pulls both boys close to her smiles, her baby is safe and causing trouble with his brother.
The way he should be and Molly is just glad that he's safe, that they are all safe.
When Arthur wakes in the morning and finds the bed empty he goes to look for his wife.
He finds her sleeping soundly with Fred on her right and George on her left with chocolate on their faces, drooling and snoring with Molly holding them like she would never let them go.
He hears Ginny getting fussy in her room and decides to let Molly sleep and protect their sons while he deals with a stubborn one year old.