A/N: Written for bring me the sun's Dabble in a Drabble Competition. I chose the character Molly Weasley II with the prompt "colours". My love for next-gen tragedies knows no bounds. This is from the perspective of Lorcan Scamander. Lorcan/Molly are a big next-gen ship of mine.

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Word Count: 597 (minus Author's Note) – just in the 600 boundary!


(kaleidoscope of colours, supernova girl, inferno of beauty)

She's an explosion of colours. She's an inferno of Weasley love, Gryffindor fire, her Mother's zest for life, her Aunt's blazing temper, courage and her own spark of something entirely Molly Weasley. She dances through life, gracefully pirouetting, leaving an echo of laughter and a lingering scent of citrus perfume.

Some say she's too bright, too gaudy, too blinding and maybe, they're right. After all, she is a supernova – a colourful, intriguing, spectacular explosion of light that's impossible to look away from. Maybe they're right but then you look at her with her red hair and hazel eyes and violet jewels glinting off her earlobes and a beautiful laugh and witty jokes and they're wrong because oh, my, she's perfect.

(trails of desire on your skin, fireworks)

You sit together in the common room and her hand brushes your arm and she leaves a trail of sparks and desire across your skin. She flashes you her smile which radiates vibrant colours and makes you want so much more. But she's Molly Weasley and she's all reds and oranges whilst you're pale blues and greens. Why would she want little old washed out you when she could have literally anyone else?

And so, she does. She dates the handsome captain of the Quidditch team who is aristocratic purples and silvers and its absolute hell. And you're her best friend so you have to fake smiles and say you're happy for her whilst really, you're not.

He breaks her heart.

You find her alone in the common room in the early hours of the morning. She's staring into the embers of the dying fire with tears rolling down her cheeks. So, you go to her and you hold her in your arms and comfort her as she cries. Then, she stops and she sits up and looks at you.

Suddenly, you can't hold it in anymore and the words suddenly spill out of your mouth. You tell her that you like and want her and that you just had to tell her.

And she looks shocked and for one horrible moment you think she doesn't reciprocate your feelings but then she says that she's always felt the same way and suddenly, her lips are on yours and in your mind you see bright, colourful, perfect fireworks. And she caresses your face and sparks fly and you're not washed out, you're what she needs.

(all colours have to fade)

They say that all colours have to fade eventually, even the brightest ones like her and maybe they're right but Molly Weasley has never been one to give up, especially not now. You're both thirty, married and you've got three beautiful children.

She carries on fighting right until the end but eventually, it beats her. They say it's a Muggle disease. Cancer. And you sit by her side the entire time and she looks so tiny lying on the white hospital bed, no life left in her energetic body.

She still dances through your dreams, her laughter still echoes and her scent still lingers in your house. But the inferno's burnt out, your fireworks have disappeared and her kaleidoscope colours have faded.

(the explosion of colours is back)

Years later, you meet again, up in the sky above. And you run towards her and you caress her face and you're both teenagers again and you kiss her. And, just like that, the fireworks return. The inferno burns on. The explosion of colours is back in your life.

(perfect together, eternally)