A/N: So...here we go! This is going to be a multi-chapter fic based around Tom and NewGen Molly who I mainly chose because so little is known about her character and so it gives me the opportunity to basically use her as a sort of OC, I suppose...but with all the perks of being a member of the Potter/Weasley family! It should be fun anyway! I could get the first few chapters uploaded in the next coming week (but I'm not guaranteeing anything) otherwise I'll aim to update this story every Sunday. Anyway, let me know what you think/where you think this story is going. Constructive criticism is always welcomed but general bashing isn't; I'm still new to all of this so please bare with me :) Enjoy!

A Timely Solution

By ACircleHasNoEnd

Molly Weasley rushed to keep up with her father as they walked through the Ministry's bustling atrium, her feet almost tripping over themselves in her new, sensible kitten heels. Molly blamed her clumsiness on the fact that her shoes didn't fit her properly but, in actual fact, it was most likely her nerves. You see, this was Molly's first day as a summer intern at the Ministry of Magic- something she was extremely nervous about not only because she wanted to do well but because her father, Percy Weasley, expected her to do well.

"You need to sign in over there," her dad pointed to a small booth opposite the Ministry Munchies cafe, "I have to go up to my office now- I have a meeting in five minutes." He scowled at his pocket watch, his tortoise-shell glasses falling down his nose slightly.

"Wh-what?" A lock of brown hair fell in front of her eyes. "You're not coming with me?"

The scowl was directed at his daughter now, "of course not. Go on then, off you go. Have a good day." And just like that he left her standing in the middle of the swathes of moving bodies, all alone.

Molly stood at the back of the group of interns that had gathered in the cafe. At the front of the group of about fifteen interns stood a rather short woman in peacock blue, she was currently trying to talk above the noise of the cafeteria.

"Hello? Can everyone hear me okay? CAN YOU HEAR ME AT THE BACK?"

No response.

She grumbled to herself before retrieving her wand from her sleeve and casting a silencing charm around them. "Right, that's better," she beamed. "Hello, everyone, my name is Rosamund and I'll be giving you a tour of the Ministry today so don't worry- you won't technically be doing any work today!" Molly breathed a sigh of relief. "Right, so, let's get started! We're going to start here in the Atrium which was built in…"

Molly zoned out; she had practically grown up in this building. She remembered coming here for the first time when she was about nine and being completely overwhelmed by the size of the place, finding the lifts terrifying and trying to swat down the interdepartmental memos with her sister, Lucy. She recalled that they used to race between their dad's office, Uncle Harry's office, Uncle Ron's office and Aunt Hermione's office and back again, much to her family's displeasure. She had spent many a summer holidays annoying her dad as she asked question after question about the Ministry but it was her dream to work here and she hoped that this internship would lead her to a job offer.

"Now, seeing as we're on Level 8 at the moment, I think it would be a good idea to go down to Level 10 and then work our way back up, yes?" She grinned manically at everyone, waiting for some kind of enthusiasm from them. There was a general grumble of acknowledgement and she clapped her hands together. "Excellent! Let's go, shall we?"

They started in the courtrooms, observing the trial of a wizard that had used magic in the presence of a muggle as Rosamund explained to them in hush whispers how the Wizengamot was structured. Other interns around her took notes and Molly suddenly wondered whether she should be too- though she didn't really think it was important to know that the plum and silver robes that the court wears didn't come into effect until 1692.

"Don't worry, I don't think there'll be a test." Molly jumped, turning around to see a freckled boy with strawberry blonde hair grinning at her.

She smirked, "Thank Merlin, I thought I was looking bad then but it seems like you're not making notes either…"

He shrugged, "they're only doing this because they want to make the Ministry look good."

Just as he said that, the wizard on trial started yelling profanities at the Chief Warlock. They promptly left.

"Now, the next level is a rather spooky one, if you ask me," Rosamund giggled, causing the freckled boy to peer at Molly with a smirk. The lift doors opened, "this is the Department of Mysteries."

Now, this was a department that certainly did intrigue Molly- simply because people knew so little about it and it was so difficult to actually get access.

"There are many wards on this floor to prevent anyone who doesn't have access from actually getting into the department but don't worry," she grinned again as she saw the looks of worry dart between the interns, "just for this tour, we've all been allowed in just so you can get a general feel for it."

The walls and floors weren't tiled with the same green tiles as the other departments were but instead were tiled with black ones, there were no windows or doors except for one at the end of the corridor which they were now walking towards. The room would have been completely dark if it weren't for the ominous blue-white light provided by the torches that lined the walls and Molly found herself lighting her wand so as to see better, just as many others did.

"Now, I can't actually show you anything that goes on beyond these walls," there was a general groan from the group, "but I will explain it to you as best as I can because, of course, this is still a department that is shrouded in secrecy." They reached the large black carved door at the end of the corridor and Rosamund twisted the handle.

On the other side of the door was a circular room with a marble floor that Molly almost mistook for still water. The floor perfectly reflected the floating candles above her head which illuminated the room to reveal the twelve doors around the walls of the foyer.

"Whilst the work of this department is top secret, it is known that this department deals with the many unexplained curiosities of the wizarding world, some of which have been attempted to be uncovered throughout our history. The last notable time was in 1996 when Lord Voldemort broke into the Ministry and a battle ensued between Harry Potter and several Death Eaters…"

Molly scowled at this summarisation, knowing it was completely underwhelming compared to what really happened to her family. She bit her tongue though, knowing that her version also may not be the version that the ministry wanted the public to know about- the version that involved the Hall of Prophecy and the Death Chamber.

"You may have noticed that these doors have no handles and so only grant access to those who are verified- so a simple Alohomora won't do it!" She waggled her finger at them. "However, if one room is managed to be opened-"

Pop! There was a commotion from behind one of the doors, a series of pops and cracks. One of the doors opened to reveal a room filled with hundreds upon thousands of clocks. There was a loud boom and the clocks began to tumble to the floor. A group of witches and wizards appeared with wild looks on their faces, "quick! Run! Everybody needs to leave!" They shouted through another thunderous boom. The whole room shook, knocking people off their feet. The marble began to crack beneath them.

"What have you done?!" Someone bellowed.

"I thought I'd figured it out!"

"Shit!"

"Quick! Run! Run!"

The freckled boy reached for Molly's hand. He began to flicker as if he were a hologram. Molly's ears were ringing.

"What the-" He began and with a Crack! He had vanished.

Crack! Crack! Crack! People were screaming all around her. The flickered and disappeared mid-run.

Molly looked down. She was fading.

Rosamund looked at her frantically. She opened her mouth.

But Molly never heard the words that came out.