[Molly's P.O.V.]

I never used to be so in tune with my inner being. I mean, I thought that whole mumbo –jumbo crap was only for the people who was interested in finding peace within themselves, the people who actually had the time to find their inner selves. Just look at Dumbledore! That wise old man had found peace in himself, and it's no wonder he's so calm in tense situations! Knowing me I'd blow right up in a tense situation! But not him. Not Dumbledore. Nope, he always keeps his calm. And so, I never believed that I could find peace within myself.

But that was before the storm…

Before the running around…

Before the abduction…

But that all comes later.

My name is Molly Weasley, and I'm here to tell my story of how two of my children were abducted from my home…

How I almost lost two of the most important people in my life…

How my life was almost shattered in pieces…

And how I ended up finding my inner self…

[3rd Person view]

On this hot Tuesday in late June, the Weasley household was very busy. School had just been let out for the summer, and the kids were all home to relax for their vacation. Mrs. Weasley, however, had them all cleaning up the place to make it fit for human living. Harry and Hermione would be arriving later that evening, and Aunt Muriel would be arriving the next day. The only reason they were cleaning was because they would be celebrating Aunt Muriel's birthday at The Burrow, and the place needed to be spotless, knowing hoe Muriel would curse if she saw even a speck of dust.

"Mum, I really don't want to do this," Ron complained as he dusted down the fireplace.

"Oh come now, Ronald," Mrs. Weasley cooed at him, "We have to make the place spotless for your Aunt Muriel!"

"But Mum, she's ancient!"

"She's only a hundred and one!"

"That's considered ancient, Mum!"

"Well, maybe it's ancient to you, but you're only a hundred and one once!"

"You know, Mum," Fred chimed in as he carried a load of laundry down the stairs and outside to wash, "Not everyone lives to be a hundred and one."

"He's right," George agreed as he carried another load of laundry down the stairs and followed his twin, "Besides, most one hundred and one year olds that I know of are currently buried in the ground, their corpses rotting out and the maggots feasting on the dead flesh."

"George, enough of your nonsense!" Mrs. Weasley said, "You know how I get nauseas when any of you talk about that type of crap!"

"Rotting, rotting, rotting!" George cried out, and he ran off before the object that Mrs. Weasley had chucked at his head could make contact.

"If you kids have a problem with it, then invite some of your friends over. You could probably invite that pretty young girl you're seeing too…Lavender, is it?"

Ron's thoughts drifted off to Lavender, who was his current girlfriend. Sure she was pretty and all, but all she and Ron ever do in their relationship is snog. She was, as some would call it, more appropriate for a fuck buddy; someone who was good enough for only sex. Not that Ron did have sex with her (nope, he was still happily a virgin), but she kept pressing for the two of them to have sex, which Ron rebutted by saying that they were too young, even though they both had been sixteen for a good while. Five times at school, he would go up into the boys dormitory alone, only to find Lavender on his bed, half-naked and masturbating, her fingers thrusting in and out of her vagina as she moaned out Ron's name. Ron could only stand there, frozen, watching as his girlfriend fucked herself on his bed while trying to resist the urge to fuck her himself. He would get an erection every time he watched the 'show'. And when she came, she would unleash her juices on Ron's bed covers, then take her dripping wet fingers, wipe them across her lips, then kiss Ron, leaving her juices on his lips. On those nights, when Ron went to bed, his bed covers and pillow had the fresh scent of sex.

"I would Mum, but I don't think Hermione really likes her all that much…"

As he thought about it, he realized that Hermione didn't take a liking to Lavender. Hell, she never liked her from day one! But ever since Ron and Lavender started dating, Hermione disliked her even more. Lavender may be his girlfriend, but Hermione was his best friend, and best friends came before girlfriends or boyfriends.

"She doesn't like Lavender? Oh, what a shame…"

"Yeah, it really is…"

"Maybe if you got them to be friends-"

"Mum," Ginny chimed in as she descended the stairs into the kitchen, "Hermione and Lavender will never like each other. Trust me, I've been around them. I know what I'm talking about."

"Oh come now, you two. You guys should know better than to alienate people!"

"But Mum, we weren't-"

"No buts! Ron, you will invite Lavender along with whoever else you decide to bring over, and Ginny, you make sure that Lavender and Hermione become friends!"

Ron and Ginny both groaned as they went about their tasks of cleaning the house. Mrs. Weasley chuckled softly as she shook her head and went back to wiping down the place. It could've easily been done with magic, but she wanted her children to learn the way of hard working instead of doing everything with the swish of their wands.

"You know Mum," Bill said as he came down the stairs into the living room, "This would be so much better if we just…I dunno…used our wands. I mean, we are of legal age here, right?"

"Well, Ron and Ginny aren't, and I want to show them that not everything needs to be done with magic."

"Well, that just takes the fun out of it for the rest of us," Charlie said as he apparatus from the 6th story down into the living room, "What good is magic if we can't use it?"

"I'm pretty sure you guys can do everything without the usage of magic."

"Meanwhile, I just shaved off three minutes by appareling here instead of walking down all those flights of stairs."

"You boys know that your brother Percy would agree with me."

"Ash, Percy. You mean our Percy? The same Percy who ditched us and left this house because he thinks we're completely mental for believing in the return of Voldemort?"

"If that priss of a brother ever comes back here, I'll give him hell for what he did to us, what he did to you, Mum."

"Now Bill, he's not all bad-"

"Mum, he made you cry!"

"He only has our best interest for us-"

"BEST INTEREST? Humph! If he ever comes back here, I'm gonna make him suffer. I'll make him suffer so bad that by the time I'm through with him, he'll be on his hands and knees, begging me to put him out of his misery."

Before Mrs. Weasley could reply, Bill stormed off. Charlie looked his mother dead in the eye.

"You know he's right, Mum. You may not want to admit it, but deep down, you know he's right about Perce."

"Charlie-"

"Mum, Percy caused hell upon us when he left, and you're still defending him?"

"But he's a brilliant boy-"

"If he's so brilliant, then he'll make the brilliant choice of not coming back here."

With a finality tone to his voice, Charlie walked away. Mrs. Weasley only shook her head. Since when did Bill and Charlie decide to be back talking to her? Sure Percy had done them wrong by walking out on family - Hell, Mrs. Weasley cried for weeks after his departure – But Percy was still her son, and she'd be devastated if anything happened to him, just like if anything were to happen to any of her kids. It almost brought tears to her eyes to think about Percy. He'd left a year ago, but it still seemed like only yesterday when Percy and Mr. Weasley had that giant row the Ministry that caused Percy to pack his bags and leave, just like that, off to London, where he now devoted most of his time to the Ministry and crazy Fudge's rule. Even though Fudge resigned and believed in the return of Voldemort, Percy still didn't want to be with his family.

Mrs. Weasley wiped the tears that had begun to creep down her face just as the fireplace began to vibrate and soot began to fall from the chimney. She needed to get herself together. She didn't be a mess in front her guests, especially Harry and Hermione.