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Prologue: Molly and Bobby
Her precocious 5-year-old daughter ran up the stairs calling out, "Grandma! Grandma!"
Molly gave out a laugh and shook her head, smiling at her daughter's blatant favoritism towards her grandmother.
'And mom's had a hard time ever since dad died the way he did. She still has nightmares,' she mused as her husband came up behind her.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Bobby asked, making Molly jump.
"Oh, it's you…. Mom."
"Oh. What now?"
"Sarah."
"What about it?"
"She tells her stories about the war in England."
"Oh. She's trying to overcome what she went through, Mol…. Everything she went through."
"I should stop worrying about it, huh?"
"Yeah, and come kiss me, " he joked.
"I love you."
"I love you more."
"No, I love you more."
"I love you most, Molly-Wolly."
"Hey," she cried, playfully shoving him into the wall. "I told you to never call me that again!"
"I thought you never wanted me to call you Molly Wobbles?" He replied his eyes shining.
"Both, you oaf!" she smilingly said.
"Okay, up to bed with you, Mrs. Williams," he said, leaning in for a kiss.
"As long as you come with me, Mr. Williams…," she replied, leaning towards him as well.
A few minutes later…
"I feel like I'm in a college dorm again," she giggled.
"Not as much as I do," he whispered softly into her ear.
They resume kissing,
"Okay, enough," she said. "I thought we were going to bed?"
"Bed? Right! Let's go!"
They walked up the steps towards their room slightly out of breath.
Molly stopped outside her mom's room and overheard Sarah asking her grandma a question about tonight's story.
"What did Ravenclaw's dagger look like?"
"The handle was…"
"Honey, what about bed?" Bobby whispered, startling Molly.
"Where did you come from?"
"I was behind you the entire time."
"Oh, I didn't notice you there, hon. Have you heard any of mom's stories yet?"
"No. Why do you want to know?"
"Because I wanted your opinion on them."
"Why?"
"I don't know if Sarah should be hearing them. They're violent and scary. I remember I would have nightmares when I was little."
"Mol, Sarah's tough. Just like her mom. She can handle it. I'm positive."
"Okay, but I'm just worried, like always," she sighed.
"But that's what moms do; they worry about their kids," Bobby replied gently.
"What about you? Are you worried?" Molly inquired.
"Mom is teaching Sarah about the past. Knowing the past will help prevent the repetition of the past's mistakes."
"Okay. Too much. My brain is overloading because of that philosophying you just did. You also used a four syllable word in there too," she complained.
"Philosophying is five syllables. And I don't think it is a word."
"Never mind. Let's go to bed."
"Couldn't agree with you more," Bobby replied.
As Molly and Bobby got ready for bed, Sarah was lost in her grandmother's memories of the past.
This is the prologue to my first fanfic ever. In the first chapter you'll find out the pairings which are interesting. I have big plans for this story; however leave bad reviews if you like-just none that are overly insulting to my person, family or character. Have fun!
I paraphrased Dumbledore about Voldemort's name. And Molly Wobbles was taken from book seven when Arthur comes home.