"10 drabbles, 10 topics challenge" of HPFC forum. Prompt: About a "creature"- boggart
Finding the boggart in that drawer in Grimmauld Place had brought her worst nightmare to life.
Even though it was her very worst fear, she never dreamed of seeing it become a reality.
It had been like a far-away thought. Something of fantasy. These things happened in books, in stories, but this didn't happen to someone in real life.
Mothers didn't bury children in real life.
Molly couldn't help but think of it, over and over again. If I hadn't thought of it, it's wouldn't have happened. If I had kept them safe, at home… oh Merlin…
She cried. It was all she could do. She sat next to Fred's unmoving body and cried. She thought of everything she'd ever said to her boy, of how often she mixed he and George up and how often she yelled at him for his pranks. She regretted it all. She couldn't help but think- had he gone thinking that George would be the only one crippled by the loss?
She wasn't aware of anything else. Not a single thing. Voldemort and the war be damned.
She went through the war in a haze until Ginny dodged a bright flash of green light.
Then she swore. "Not my daughter you bitch!"
She would not, would not, have two of her boggarts become a reality. She would not.