Author's Note: For the prompt St. Mungo's visit, for the livejournal community hh_stmungos.
Molly smoothed down her hair, tucking one stubborn lock behind her hair with the same fierce tenacity she used to keep the twins in line. She straightened her stockings and made sure her hem was even.
Then, with a deep breath, she pushed open the door to the Janus Thickey Ward.
She saw him immediately, and his smile lit up the corridor with just as high a wattage as it always had. Seeing a new potential audience, he posed dramatically in front of a very classy looking painting and she beamed admiringly. Holding her hands up next to her face, she began to clap softly.
He soaked up the applause like a sponge, as he always did. She squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden threat of tears, shaking the emotion away with an exasperated shake of her head.
"Spectacular!"
He beamed, utterly unselfconscious and innocently happy, as Percy had been so prone to do while he was still the youngest Weasley. With a dramatic flourish of his makeshift cape, he swept down the corridor to meet her. The spare bedsheet tucked into the neck of his pajamas was plain and unadorned, but the gesture would've been enough for an emperor.
He took her hands in his own and smiled kindly at her. "Have you come for an autograph?"
"Yes, please." She pulled out a pad of paper, already covered with illegible signatures, and held it out to him. "That would be wonderful."
Pulling a fancy quill from his robe, he began to write, scribbling over the layered lines of the hundreds of autographs he'd already given her.
"And who should I make it out to?"
"Molly." She masked fresh tears under a shy smile, keeping anything but admiration from her eyes. "Molly Weasley."
The others didn't understand. Arthur thought her a silly, sentimental fool, and the boys thought she'd gone daft. But there were so many gone or lost to themselves, and she could do nothing to help. She could not bring back the dead, nor restore the minds of Frank and Alice. But she could make Gilderoy smile, and it didn't matter that he would forget her name within minutes.