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Summary: A series of letters from the mothers of the HP books-Molly Weasley, Lily Potter, Alice Longbottom, and Petunia Dursley. But centered on Molly and Lily.
A/N: Molly will have three chapters, one for Percy, Ron, Ginny, and Harry in that order. Lily's will follow Percy's, Mrs. Longbottom's Ron, and Petunia's Ginny.
A Mother's Lament
Chapter One: Devoured by Angels
Dear Percy,
I can sometimes sympathize with Mrs. Black. When she curses Sirius from her portrait, it isn't at all difficult to imagine myself hurling the same insults at my own son. But the part that frightens me the most is that I no longer care one whit.
"Blood traitor, abomination, shame of my flesh!" she cried, shaking a fist at Sirius.
Percy, my wonderful, intelligent, perfect child, you have been devoured by that which you held dear. You were always so ambitious, so eager to please your teachers, your fellow students, your family. But your trusted hope has turned to greed, and now you betray your family because of your ambition. You would sell us for a better job.
"Stain of dishonor, blood traitor, child of filth!" she would shriek.
Lately Mrs. Black's insults and screams of fury are less common than her weeping, as she mourns her last child. I, too, begin to cry sometimes, when I remember that it is likely that at least one part of our family will die in the course of this war. I keep them close to me for their safety. I don't want Charlie overseas. I don't want Bill moving to France when he and Fleur are married next year. I don't want Fred and George getting their own apartment. When Ron, Ginny and Harry leave for school, it takes me hours to fall asleep at night, and when I do, all I can dream of is my boggart, their bodies sprawled on the floor while I weep, because I wasn't able to save them.
But you are out of my reach.
You I have no control over.
I write, you return the letters unopened. I visit, you slam the door in my face. I even send a Howler, and you ward your apartment to block them.
I promise you, Percy, you will be the first of us to die.
Not Charlie or Bill or Arthur, because they are cautious enough. Not Fred or George, because they know enough to stay out of the really dangerous places, no matter what they want me to think. Not Ron or Ginny or Harry, because they're both cautious and, if they are caught in a situation out of their control, they are skilled enough to handle it.
But you are not cautious at all. You follow your rulers blindly, without questioning what they tell you. Even if you were caught in a dangerous situation, you wouldn't do anything unless you were ordered to.
It is likely you will return this letter to me like the rest. But if you do, I swear by all the angels in Heaven and demons in Hell that I will haunt you until the day you die and after.
Percy, my son, I love you and always will. But if you keep this up, I will not go to your funeral.
Molly Weasley
July the 15th, 1996
Summary: A series of letters from the mothers of the HP books-Molly Weasley, Lily Potter, Alice Longbottom, and Petunia Dursley. But centered on Molly and Lily.
A/N: Molly will have three chapters, one for Percy, Ron, Ginny, and Harry in that order. Lily's will follow Percy's, Mrs. Longbottom's Ron, and Petunia's Ginny.
A Mother's Lament
Chapter One: Devoured by Angels
Dear Percy,
I can sometimes sympathize with Mrs. Black. When she curses Sirius from her portrait, it isn't at all difficult to imagine myself hurling the same insults at my own son. But the part that frightens me the most is that I no longer care one whit.
"Blood traitor, abomination, shame of my flesh!" she cried, shaking a fist at Sirius.
Percy, my wonderful, intelligent, perfect child, you have been devoured by that which you held dear. You were always so ambitious, so eager to please your teachers, your fellow students, your family. But your trusted hope has turned to greed, and now you betray your family because of your ambition. You would sell us for a better job.
"Stain of dishonor, blood traitor, child of filth!" she would shriek.
Lately Mrs. Black's insults and screams of fury are less common than her weeping, as she mourns her last child. I, too, begin to cry sometimes, when I remember that it is likely that at least one part of our family will die in the course of this war. I keep them close to me for their safety. I don't want Charlie overseas. I don't want Bill moving to France when he and Fleur are married next year. I don't want Fred and George getting their own apartment. When Ron, Ginny and Harry leave for school, it takes me hours to fall asleep at night, and when I do, all I can dream of is my boggart, their bodies sprawled on the floor while I weep, because I wasn't able to save them.
But you are out of my reach.
You I have no control over.
I write, you return the letters unopened. I visit, you slam the door in my face. I even send a Howler, and you ward your apartment to block them.
I promise you, Percy, you will be the first of us to die.
Not Charlie or Bill or Arthur, because they are cautious enough. Not Fred or George, because they know enough to stay out of the really dangerous places, no matter what they want me to think. Not Ron or Ginny or Harry, because they're both cautious and, if they are caught in a situation out of their control, they are skilled enough to handle it.
But you are not cautious at all. You follow your rulers blindly, without questioning what they tell you. Even if you were caught in a dangerous situation, you wouldn't do anything unless you were ordered to.
It is likely you will return this letter to me like the rest. But if you do, I swear by all the angels in Heaven and demons in Hell that I will haunt you until the day you die and after.
Percy, my son, I love you and always will. But if you keep this up, I will not go to your funeral.
Molly Weasley
July the 15th, 1996