Theme One: Meeting
September 1, 1963

Molly Prewett watched as her father loaded her trunk onto the Hogwarts Express. Her brothers stood nearby, chattering anxiously. It was Molly's first year of school, and the first time that any of the Prewett children had been to Platform 9 ¾. There was much to take in.

She turned to the twins, who had another three years before they started Hogwarts, and looked them over sadly. Their mother had died when Molly was four and the boys were still babies. William Prewett did the best he could with his children, and as Molly grew older she took on more and more responsibility in the household. Over the years all of the Prewetts had grown used to the arrangement, and Molly was worried about leaving them.

"Don't worry about us, Mol," Gideon said, juggling three gobstones.

"Yeah, we'll just learn how to be bachelors," Fabian added with a grin.

"I'll miss you," Molly said, pulling him into her arms for a hug. "Remember your manners."

"Bye, Molly," Gideon said, receiving his hug.

"Goodbye Gid," Molly said, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Eat your vegetables, and do try not to break anything."

"Yes, Mum," the twins said together. Molly smiled, trying not to cry. She was glad that her father returned at that moment.

"All ready, Molly?" he asked. She gave the boys one last smile.

"Yes, Daddy," she said. He swept her up in his arms, kissing her cheek and squeezing her until she was nearly breathless.

"Have a good term, Molly," he said, setting her down inside the train's door. He passed her satchel up to her. "We'll see you at Christmas, Darling Girl."

"Bye Dad," she whispered, turning abruptly to find a seat. She didn't want her family to see her lose the battle with her tears. She dipped around a corner and rammed straight into a wiry red-haired boy. His glasses fell off, and something that he had been carrying rolled across the floor in several pieces.

"Steady on," he said, catching Molly before she could fall.

"I'm so sorry," Molly said. The boy replaced his glasses on his face while Molly dropped to the ground to collect the pieces of the fallen object. "I'm sorry I broke your... what was this thing?" She held the parts in both hands. There was a hollow cylinder, two smaller cylinders, and a triangular piece.

"Oh it's not broken. It's a Muggle invention. They call it a lightflash. You just knocked out it's batteries, see?" the boy said. He popped the two smaller cylinders into the larger one, and twisted the last piece into place.

"What does it do?" Molly asked. The boy clicked a button on the side. The corridor was dim enough that Molly saw a faint light coming out of one end of the lightflash.

"Of course, it's much more impressive in the dark," the boy murmured. Molly smiled. She'd seen her father do the same thing with his wand, which seemed much more practical than worrying about buttons and batteries. Nevertheless, Molly smiled kindly.

"It's very nice," she said.

"I collect batteries," Arthur said. "I have a bag of them in my trunk." Molly couldn't think of what to say, but she was saved from having to respond by an older boy who appeared from down the corridor.

"Coming, Artie?" he called.

"I'll be right there, Bilius," the boy said. He looked back at Molly. "By the by, I'm Arthur Weasley."

"Molly Prewett." They shook hands, and Arthur made to follow his brother. "It was very nice meeting you," Molly called after him.

Odd, but nice, she thought. Her tears evaded, Molly hurried off to find a window through which she could wave at her father and brothers.


AN: I saw the new movie at the midnight premiere last night, and I loved it, but it also made me very sad. I guess seeing it made it all feel so real. I couldn't get over the feeling that I should post something today, so I threw together this. I've been contemplating this piece for a long time. I used to love writing the 50 themes challenges, but I always find it hard to stick to one sentence for each theme. Therefore, when this is complete, there will be 50 oneshots about Molly and Arthur, spanning throughout their life together. I hope you like it. Questions and suggestions are always welcome.