I feel positively terrible when I think it. I try not to but it just comes sometimes... Don't misunderstand me, I am very proud of my family. I love them to pieces no matter how, rambunctious, pig-headed, foolish or incessant they seem. And I love Arthur more than any wife could love a husband- it is just that I wonder what life would be like if I didn't choose to marry Arthur. I know I could have been more, I know I could have done something exciting, or travel, or- oh never mind, I am just getting carried away now.
Now with all my children attending, I have more time to think about when I attended Hogwarts. It truly was one of the best times of my life. I remember always being myself. (a myself where I was much thinner and have not yet had the affects of motherhood around my eyes and on my forehead) Where my worst fear was being late because of climbing all the stairs to the astronomy tower. Little did I know only seven short years later I would be nursing a sick Ron, while throwing up because of Ginny and Fred and George tossing Ever Bashing Boomerangs in the house. Anya, my best friend at the time, and I would try and outrun newly appointed Filch in the early hours of the morning scurrying back to our dormitory and (don't tell the children) spend our weekends laying out by the lake talking to boys, pretending to ignore them, then fool around in the Owlrey. Oh it was a simpler time- until I met Sirus Black.
Oh now don't look at me that way. I'm not lying. I know I look older, I even I say I am sometimes. If our neighbors knew I had Percy when I was eighteen we would never hear the end of it, or rather, the other neighbors would never hear the end of it. Yes, I attended Hogwarts with Lilly, and James, and Remus and, well you have heard of them all, I don't need to continue. I have never told Harry because I don't think he would really care to know.
Now at Hogwarts I tried to have a different boy every half year (except my third year when I tried for my very handsome Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and almost succeeded.) I concluded that that was as much fun a girl could have without it getting complicated, unless of course you are Anya O'Rooney. She seemed to think nobody could say no to her, and for the most part, she was right. However, my streak came to a standstill my fifth year.
"Molly," I looked up to find the rather unclean face of Remus Lupin staring into my compartment on the train towards Hogwarts. "Do you mind? The train is rather full this year." I looked at Anya, who shrugged and scooted over. I moved across to sit next to hear. We heard Remus whistle to his friends outside and entered the space. Sirus came in first, followed by James and Peter, who much to my dismay took the third seat next to me.
"Thanks." Peter and James muttered. We made small talk for a little while, mostly just the boys. It was a little awkward, last year Remus and Anya kissed a lot then she stopped talking to him.
"How was your girl's holiday then?" James asked attempting to ruffle his hair, but only succeeded in almost hitting Sirius in the eye because of the small compartment.
"Fine." I said shortly soon to be outdone by Anya. She giggled, her short curly blonde hair bouncing, "Alright, but it would have been better if you were there." She was winning at our game, a game she "won" last year when she copulated with a seventh year last year. Potter blushed, he seemed to enjoy flirting but when somebody else did it he got very shy.
"How was yours?" I asked stretching my legs against Sirus's, who I thought would move his but remained still.
There was a chorus of "fine's" until Peter spoke. "Mine was great once my mum stopped punishing me for the conjunctivitis curse we put on-"
"That was you four?" I yelled a mite louder than I meant to.
"Three." Remus corrected, his head still leaning against the window looking at the sky.
"You know, your freckles seem to get brighter when your madder. Did you know?" Sirus asked smiling at me.
"I don't care if my hair turned green! You are the reason we didn't win the cup last year? Oh I sewar" I would have finished my rant if some red hair hadn't whipped around in my mouth. I paused to get it out, to which Sirus seemed to mean it was his turn to talk.
"Why is it Molly," He began hair falling into his face "that when you yell at me, if feels as though my mother is?" His hands- oh! I mean dark eyes drilled into mine.
"Perhaphs it is because she didn't teach you any manners." There was a pause.
"That was the dumbest retaliation I have ever heard." He seemed to think I didn't notice it myself. I moved my foot away from him.
"Yeah, well." Anya seemed to think it was funny and winked at him, I turned to stare my 'don't do that' stare but hi did it for me. The rest of the way was ridden in silence.
When the train finally rumbled to a stop, rain began to pour outside. We all stood up at once. With Sirus right across from me I realized how short I was. I averted his gaze and told Anya not to forget her glasses. "Wait, stop, please." I just had to do it. "Remus, please." I grabbed the end of his sleeve, "lick" he licked his sleeve and I moved it around his face to clean the what appeared to be grass stains. "Thank you."
We walked down the isle and until we came to the door opening to what would be out home for the next seven months. Sirus ran out first. Typical, I thought what happened to 'ladies first?' But when I went to walk off a hand appeared to help me. I grabbed it and slid off the train. I looked into Sirus's eyes one more time. "This is going to be very difficult." He said directly at me.
"I know." I sighed. Then he ran off to some other boys. I furrowed my eyebrows, perplexed. Anya grabbed my hand and took me to a carriage with a few people already in it. What did he mean? What did I mean?
"Hello Molly!" A rather excited boy smiled at me as I sat down.
"Uh, yeah, hi Alex." I muttered still wondering about Sirus's comment.
"It's Arthur. Arthur Weasley."
"Oh yeah, sorry Alex, I mean- I mean Arthur." What did it mean 'this is going to be hard.' What is going to be hard? What did I mean? I had no idea, it just seemed like the right thing to say at the time.
Disclaimer- I don't own a single character except for Anya, and she occurred to me looking at a magazine add.
AN- Short, I know. It was just an idea. Let me know if it is decent enough to make a story out of.