This series is being written for the Diagon AlleyII Battleships challenge. I am captaining the USS Batteries and Baking, the Arthur and Molly ship. This drabble series will most likely be my last writings in the HP fandom, aside from my main multi chapter story, Hogwarts' Muggle.
When Arthur Met Molly
"Molly and Arthur Weasley," a voice in the darkness says. "This is your life."
A screen appears in the middle of the room, showing pictures of both Molly and Arthur as young children, far too young to have wands yet.
"Arthur Weasley," the voice continues, while the picture of Arthur swoops to the foreground of the screen and the picture of Molly shrinks and blurs a bit, moving to the background. "Born February sixth, nineteen-fifty. Son of Septimus and Cedrella Weasley. From a very early age, Arthur was fascinated by Muggle objects."
The little Arthur in the projected picture grins at the camera and proudly holds out a set of Muggle key chains, all strung together in a row. A gentle rolling laughter comes out of the darkness as Arthur's picture shrinks down and Molly's picture comes into focus, growing a bit and moving to the foreground. Little Molly, in diapers, toddles after her two brothers, waving a floppy cloth doll. A collective "Awwwww" is heard from the darkness as the voice goes on.
"Molly Prewett, born October thirtieth, nineteen..."
A screech interrupts the narrative as a new voice cries out a stern warning, causing gales of laughter to come out of the darkness. "Don't you DARE say the rest, George!"
"Damnit, woman, you're ruining the effect," comes the reply over the settling chuckles. "You've made me lose my place." Some shuffling can be heard before the story continues. "Ah, right, here we are."
The picture changes to one of an eleven year old Arthur and Molly at Hogwarts, both in Gryffindor scarlet and gold scarves. They are part of a small group of other new Gryffindors, all proudly gripping their wands and trying not to look terrified as they wave enthusiastically at the camera. "Both Arthur and Molly were sorted into Gryffindor House, so, you could probably say that it was inevitable that they would meet. It wasn't until a month into their first term that Molly finally had cause to speak directly with Arthur, asking if he had a spare quill that she could borrow, as hers had broken. Arthur, in true Weasley fashion, proceeded to spill his entire ink bottle all over himself in his attempt to find a quill for Molly to borrow. And thus, Arthur met Molly."
Suddenly the picture of Molly and Arthur and the other Gryffindors is obscured by a black blob, that look much like spilled ink, and the laughter from the darkness peals again.