-Hopes, Dreams, and Reality-
Summery: Molly Weasley loves her daughter, but she hasn't always loved her choices. This is a spin off from my story Against All Odds.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they belong to the wonderfully amazing J.K. Rowling.
My perfect little girl. In my eyes she could do no wrong. She was perfect in everyway. Beautiful, intelligent, brave, kind. The perfect daughter. Until that boy.
She wrote me a few weeks after the start of her sixth year. She told me she was in love and he loved her too. Told me she felt complete. I was ecstatic. I'd hoped… prayed… that Harry had finally come to his senses and had realized that my daughter was the one for him. In the next letter she revealed that it was Neville. I thought that she must be joking. But, I could tell by her letters that this relationship was real.
It's not that I don't like Neville. He's a nice boy. I have nothing against him. I admit, that it's my daughters life, and her choice, but I couldn't help but feel… disappointed. I thought she could have someone better. She should have Harry.
Summer came. He asked her to go to Paris with him for a week. Paris. I'd never had the chance to go. His family had said, it wasn't a problem, they'd pay for everything. She begged me to let her. I knew she'd love it. I knew it was someplace she'd always wanted to go. So, I let her. She came back with bags of brand new, expensive looking clothes.
He was always buying her things. Jewelry, flowers, chocolates. For her seventeenth birthday he bought her a diamond necklace. I'd honestly never seen anything so beautiful. It must have cost a fortune. More than we could have ever afforded. But nothing she didn't deserve.
They were always together. I was happy for my daughter, really. Thrilled that she could feel so good. That she was getting things we'd never be able to give her. When they were both here, I put on my fake smile for them, but inside, I was secretly hoping it would end. It's terrible, I know. I was so selfish. I wanted her to be with Harry.
But it didn't.
After she graduated, Neville asked Arthur and I if he could propose to her. I didn't want him to. I still hoped for Harry as my son. This was not how I'd imagined it to be. It wasn't my hope, my dream. But… this wasn't about me. This was about her. She wanted Neville and with him, she'd be happy. She'd be provided for. She'd be loved. I knew this was what was right, this is what mattered. So, along with my husband, I gave him my permission, and my blessing.
The day of the wedding, I sat in the front row of the pew. When the bridal music started, I looked first not at my daughter, but at my husband. All I saw was the pride on his face, the tears in his eyes, as he began walking her down the aisle. Then I looked at her. Our only daughter. Our baby girl. A beautiful young women. Her dress was gorgeous. Her hair, elegant. Makeup, flawless. She looked stunning, like a princess. I cried. How could I have ever wanted to let my dreams get in the way of hers? This is what she wants. This is her dream come true. And that is more than I could ever want.
-THE END-
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