Molly Weasley neé Prewett stood in front of the ivory headstones joined to one another in the graveyard as her husband Arthur held the umbrella above them in the slight afternoon drizzle.
"I still miss them, Arthur. I really do..." Molly spoke quietly as she read the words on the headstones.
Fabian Prewett (July 17, 1954- October 5, 1981)
Gideon Prewett (July 17, 1954- October 5, 1981)
"I'm not surprised that you do. They were your brothers, after. You would still love them and miss them after all this time. I still miss them myself..." Arthur put his free arm around her and held her closer.
"All this time. It's 1986, Arthur. Five years after the Death Eaters killed them and look at me. I still feel a bit empty on the inside when I think of them." Molly sniffed. "They were such good-natured men. Full of joy and laughter. The children would have loved them..."
"Especially their partial namesakes, Fred and George. Twins, just like them... And they got the mischievous trait too..." Arthur mused.
"My biggest fear during that war was losing any of my family to the horrid violence going on around us. When it happened... When I learnt that my baby brothers had been... had been... had been murdered..."
A fresh round of tears streamed down the sides of Molly's face.
Arthur simply held her and remained silent.
"Now they're gone, my biggest fear is anything happening to us, leaving the children without parents. Or them getting hurt. Or just one of us dying, leaving the other alone to look after them..." Molly admitted.
"We don't know what fate has in store for us, Molly, but we've always stuck together and done our best for them from Bill right down to little Ginny." Arthur said. "There's a quote that says that if you want your children to turn out well, spend twice as much time with them and half as much money. We certainly don't have as much money as other witches and wizards, but we're raising a decent family, I think. Your brothers would be happy about that."
Molly nodded. "You're right. I think they would be happy for me. For us. I just wish that they could have seen their nephews and niece grow, perhaps give me my own nieces and nephews..." she wiped the tears from her eyes and sighed sadly.
"I'm being silly, aren't I? A grown woman, sobbing like this. It's silly. It really is..."
"You're not being silly at all, Molly. Of course you would miss them. But as joyous and lively as they were, they wouldn't want you to get depressed like this every time you thought of them. They'd want you to smile when you remembered them!"
"You really are right, Arthur. I will always miss them, but I need to pull myself together..."
Molly stood up straighter and raised her wand, waving it in a circular motion.
In mid-air, a green wreath with different coloured flowers woven through it appeared and she snatched it out of the air, kneeling down to place the wreath on her brothers' grave.
"After all this time, I still miss you, little brothers. I don't think anything will ever change that. But I will go on living. For myself and my family. I can assure you that..."
Written for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Year 3 Defense Against the Dark Arts/History of Magic classes combined. Prompts used are listed below:
Word: Umbrella
Era: Pre-Hogwarts Trio
Year: 1986
Mood: Empty
Colour: Ivory
Adjective: Good-natured
Date: October 5
Setting: Graveyard
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Lower Word Count: 555
Quote: "If you want your children to turn out well, spend twice as much time with them and half as much money."- Abigail Van Buren