Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This story is a response to MorningLilies' Connect the Weasleys Challenge, in the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum.
Molly/Bill- Crash
Molly Weasley was used to crashes, and bangs, and occasional explosions, even. With seven children, six of them boys, it was to be expected.
Crash! Two-year old Bill had run his toy broomstick into the wall and was now wailing.
Crash! The twins were wrestling.
Crash! Someone had knocked a stack of plates to the ground.
And then there were the kind of crashes she couldn't get used to, the kind no one could ever get used to, the kind of crash that came when your world fell apart.
Crash! Her youngest child had been taken into the Chamber of Secrets.
Crash! Lord Voldemort was back; he had really returned.
Crash! Her husband had been attacked by You-Know-Who's snake.
And now, as Molly stood in the hospital wing, staring down at Bill's ravaged face, she once again experienced that feeling, like the world was crashing down around her.
Her son, her first baby...attacked by a werewolf. It hadn't been the full moon, so at least there was that.
And then something broke through her misery, something she never would have guessed. It was Fleur. Fleur, who she'd never liked, but when Molly suggested that Fleur would no longer want to marry Bill, she reacted with fury. And Molly was reminded that even though things crashed, it didn't always mean they were broken forever.
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