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Written for The Sherlock Challenge - Molly Weasley
Word Count - 322
She'd Make Him Proud
She waited patiently for her magic to show. The thought that she didn't have it, that there was nothing to manifest didn't even cross her mind.
Until she was eleven.
Until the Hogwarts letter never came.
Until she didn't have a choice but to think the word.
Squib.
She sulked. She cried. She shouted and she pleaded with her father to just fix her already.
He held her close and he rocked her until her eyes ran dry and she exhausted herself into sleep. In the morning, he was still holding her, sitting up right on her bed as she slept in his lap like she had as a baby.
Her Mum had just kissed her cheek and told her that no matter what, she'd always be proud of Molly, whatever she chose to do.
And then…
And then she got on with it. She went to Muggle school, and she made friends, and she did what she had to do because Magic wasn't all there was to life and she wasn't going to waste hers being resentful.
Her cousins didn't know what to say to her at first, but she waved off their awkwardness and carried on being herself.
It didn't take long for them to return to their usual selves - just the way she liked them.
She still wanted to make her parents proud.
She wanted to make her Dad proud, because he was the person she'd long looked up to. He was the person who she'd always run too.
He was the one who gave the best hugs, and rambled for hours, and still played exploding snap with her even though she was a snap ninja.
So Molly wanted to make her dad proud, because he made her proud every single day. Just by being the best Dad in the world.
Her Dad was the one who cheered the loudest when she graduated from Muggle university with honours.