A/N: So I haven't wrote anything in forever. Not that anyone read that crap. Lol I'm not gonna delete my old stuff even though it sucks. Anyways when I have time I think that i'll update this thingy:P it's going to be a chapter for each next gen weasley-potter child and something they went through that helped to define them! first up is Molly :) Read and review please

Molly Leanne Weasley wanted to be different. She wasn't special enough, pretty enough, or smart enough. She was a self-proclaimed wallflower. Not to mention she was sorted into Hufflepuff. She still remembers it. The sorting that is. She had always been so sure that she would be in Gryffindor. But then the hat took a quick peak inside her apparently boring mind and decided on Hufflepuff. Of course her family was fine, it wasn't like she had pulled a Louis.

Molly hated her hair after that day. Everyone immediately knew she was a Weasley from her flaming red locks and assumed she was in Gryffindor. At least if she had brown hair like Rose she could've blended in better. Now about Rose. That's who it stemmed from. She was so jealous of Rose even though Rose was younger than her. Rose was who she would be if she envisioned a perfect person. Intelligent, gorgeous, and liked by everyone, well until her 6th year. But even after people turned on Rose she was still smart and intelligent.

It was the year after school that her mother started to get on her nerves. She had got her own little flat and worked at Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley. She had absolutely no idea what she wanted to do and her mother consistently reminded her that she would one day have nothing if she didn't start now. She can still remember the exact words. "Molly why can't you get a nice job like Victoire? She is going to have a baby you know. Not to mention Lucy's grades are higher than yours ever were." Audrey had told her. They had usually got on well but now Molly started to cut people out.

Molly began to feel completely helpless. She hated herself more and more. Everyone she saw she compared herself to. She hadn't had any close friends in school and she hadn't been overly close with her family either. She'd gotten on with Rose at school but Rose wasn't here now. She was entirely alone. She thought it was best. It was in October that she had stopped eating. She didn't even notice at first. The food just seemed to disappear and it never occurred to her that she didn't buy it. When she would eat it would be in such small portions and she would often throw it up afterwards. She finally felt empowered.

At 5'3" Molly was now 100 pounds on the dot. She believed that to be a 20 pound weight loss but she hadn't really paid any attention before. Now it consumed her though. December 24th came and Lucy was practically dragging her out of the apartment for the annual Weasley Christmas celebration. Even though Lucy and Molly had never gotten on Lucy was concerned when she saw Molly. She even mentioned it. But Molly shrugged it off and apparated to the burrow, with Lucy following. It had been months since Molly had even owled anyone. So she wasn't surprised when people were shocked that she had shown up and that her appearance was so drastically different.

Rose came running up to her as soon as she saw. She grabbed Molly's wrist and pulled her down the hall to one of the old bedrooms, they thought Charlie's. "Sit," Rose had demanded. Molly then listened to Rose rant on about how she didn't look healthy and that she needs to take better care and how worried everyone is. Rose even went as far as to say that if Molly needed financial help anyone would give it to her. Molly had fired back. "I don't give two damns about what anyone here thinks anymore. I'm only here cause Lucy forced me. I'm eating fine and it's really none of you goddamn business. I'm not taking anyone's money and you're wrong. Nobody here cares about me. They never have."

To say Rose was taken aback was an understatement. " I have always cared and I'm pretty sure everyone else does too." Rose had said gently.

"Well your opinion really doesn't matter Rose, your just a common slag now." Molly said and the words dripped with malice. Molly quickly exited.

Molly had known it was a low blow but it was what everyone thought anyways. Somehow she had resisted the urge to just leave and managed until supper. While she concentrated on taking as little food as possible, Rose came down the stairs with her hair a mess and her eyes puffy. Dinner was awkward to say the least. Molly had barely said two words to anyone even though her mother kept on engaging her in conversation. Everyone kept on giving her sideways glances as well and she felt like she was being watched. They kept tabs on her the rest of the night but nobody mentioned her eating or lack there of until she stated she needed to leave.

"Wait. Don't leave," Rose had practically begged, " You need help Molly whether you want it or not you need help. Don't think you fooled anyone tonight. We see you Molly and we do care."

"It's true," Lucy added quietly, "Maybe we don't always get on but I love you Molly, you're my sister."

And Molly just stood there in front of her entire family and she cried. She blubbered nonsense about not being good enough but it was no use. She became engrossed with hugs and as she looked out the frosted window that Christmas Eve she felt hope for the first time in many years.