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This would've been better to upload about three months ago, but the muses were musing and I just had to write. This is a drabble about Molly and Fred- nothing more to say.
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Molly bore a frown looking into the box. Thirteen years, thirteen unworn sweaters.
Never had she seen so many hours of wasted spool and hard work un-touched.
But the threads weren't wasted and her work certainly wasn't vain.
Every year her son would come to her with a tattered sweater, and gracefully she would mend another for the growing boy. While other children were spoiled with the new Nimbus, her children were content with a mere handmade sweater.
Molly poured all of herself into these sweaters, Fred's especially. Each sweater of Fred's depicted an event from the year that he had to miss. One year's sweater portrayed a design of George pranking at Harry and Ginny's wedding in the knots, while another bore a picture of George's son- Fred.
Molly wasn't sure why she continued make sweaters for her long gone son, but she supposed it was a better way to cope than retreating to alcohol or slicing her wrists.
As Molly peered down at her work, at the new addition, she shed a silent tear for the thirteen sweaters.
And the son that never got to wear them.