A/N: If I owned anything, do you really think that I would have let Fred die?

Molly Weasley's greatest joy in life was her family. She could truly imagine no greater calling in life than motherhood. Raising her seven children was a life full of ups and downs and trials, traditions, and surprises. But she wouldn't change any of that for the world.

Often she was asked why she had seven children. Well, the answer was quite simple. No, not that she was always trying for a girl. No, she had seven children because that was the amount of children she had been blessed with. It was as simple as that.

Motherhood was her calling, her place. Everyone had a place in life and hers was being a mother and a wife. She didn't know how she managed, most of the time she really just winged it and hoped for the best. That's what you do when you have seven kids.

Though, to be fair, did she really only have seven? After all, in her opinion, Harry was her son. He wasn't hers biologically, but she knew that she was the only mother he had ever known and she had always regarded him as her son. And then he married Ginny. So he became her son.

But, as much as she loved motherhood, grandmotherhood was also an adventure. She finally had children who not only hung on her every word, loved her unconditionally, and at least faked adoration for all of the gifts she gave them, she also never had to discipline them and she could spoil them as much as she wanted!

Molly had known from the time she was a little girl that she loved children, so it was a good thing she had so many of her own. Because then they went out and had her grandchildren. And then she got more children to spoil and love to death.

Motherhood wasn't all sunshine and roses though. There had been losses too. So, so many losses.

First there was Percy, though he had come back. But losing him, while it was a betrayal in the eyes of her children, was like a death to her. He was gone and for all she knew he would never come back. The fact that he was still out there and walking around just made the pain worse. The fact that he wouldn't answer her letters, wouldn't speak to her when she saw him, wouldn't anything. It just...well, there was no words. She was his mother and even though he didn't agree with their siding with Dumbledore, he shouldn't have left. But he did.

Of course, Percy came back to her. Fred didn't. Fred never would.

When your children are young and you're holding them in your arms, you never envision them dying. You will never truly think of them older than that moment. And then suddenly, they're gone. Here one moment, your smiling mischevious child, and then the next moment...He's gone. He's gone and you can never have him back. And you regret everything you ever said to him that wasn't a flowery praise or words of love and joy.

Molly had many regrets around the upbringing and adulthood of her children and how she treated those she considered her children. She wished that she had been more accepting of Fleur when Bill annouced that they were getting married. She wished that she wasn't always asking Charlie to move home. She wished she had tried harder with Percy sometimes. She wished she had encouraged Fred and George more with their business. She wished that she had let Ron and Harry join the Order younger like they had wanted and given more support towards them when they were off doing those dangerous adventures of theirs. She wished she had been a better mother to Ginny. She had six boys before her and in many ways all she knew how to do was raise boys. It was hard raising a headstrong, obstinate teenage girl.

With all her regrets though, she still looked at her children and saw that she hadn't done a half-bad job. She was mother and that was what she did best. And she did her job the best way she knew how.

And look at her kids now.