Honestly Woman, You Call Yourself Our Mother?

by l'Amie de l'ABC

It's been one year since that day. Exactly. He'd been crying, but he wouldn't admit to it. "Fred-" she gasped, clapping her hand to her mouth. But he smiled sadly. "Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother?" One shot. Not actual exact words... close.

Nope. Don't own it.

A year after the war had ended. A year after that fateful day. A year after everybody lost somebody.

Molly Weasley stood in the kitchen, cutting the beans for her family's dinner. Everybody would be home from school today, and everybody, including Harry, his godson Teddy, and Hermione, would be coming to celebrate the year anniversary of the end of the war.

"Hello Mum," her son walked into the room. His eyes were red and puffy.

Though he wouldn't show it, she knew that he had been crying. The war had affected him the most. She wanted to believe that he would get over the loss, but she didn't know if he would. It was hard for him.

"Hello Fred," Molly turned around and gasped.

The man behind her was not Fred. It would never be Fred again. She realized how much she must've hurt George, and tears began to fall from her cheeks. But George just smiled sadly and pulled his mother into a hug.

"Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother?"