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The inevitable disclaimer: YES! J K Rowling has given me Molly Weasley, Gideon and Fabian Prewett, Voldemort, Bill, Charlie, Percy and Arthur Weasley! They are mine forever! Only joking. La-di-da, I don't own any of the above characters. (More's the pity…)
Author's note: On J K Rowling's official site, she says that Molly Weasley's maiden name was Prewett. That (with a little aid from OOTP) inspired this fic. Yes, I know it's melodramatic.
Why? That's probably what everyone asks, but it's a perfectly valid question. Why me? Why them? Why now? And why was I left behind?
My brothers. I loved them. They loved me.
Why did they even start fighting Vol- You-Know-Who, anyway? They knew it was dangerous. They knew they'd probably die. Why did they persist when it was so treacherous?
Because they knew it was right.
But was it? And even if it was right, 'good' may not outlive 'evil'. How many more lives have to be taken, fighting for illusions? Lives like my brothers'…
And how long will this stupid war go on for? Most of my friends are dead – what's the point in going on? I'll probably be the next to go, anyway, so why shouldn't I go now? Vol- You-Know-Who might as well turn up at the door right now. He can finish off the Prewetts easily. I don't need to be the one left behind.
It was only luck that I escaped him, anyway – if you can call it 'luck'. I'd left their house not half an hour before, and Fabian had, in fact, asked me to stay longer. It was only 'luck' that I had to meet Arthur, and check on Bill. Only 'luck'.
"Gideon and Fabian Prewett – they fought like heroes." That's what everyone says. "I'm sorry, Molly," but they don't mean it. They couldn't care if You-Know-Who Apparated here right this minute, and killed me, Bill, Charlie Percy, and my unborn child. They would care still less if I killed myself.
I hate this world. I HATE IT! Why is life so unfair? Why was I left behind. There's that question again: why? I still don't understand.
I want to end my life right now, but I can't. I've got the children and I've got Arthur. I'll just have to learn to live again.
I will not end my life: I will end the life of whoever murdered my brothers, be it one of my closest friends, or Voldemort himself. They'll learn that it was a mistake, leaving me behind.
Now I've got one thought ricocheting through my head.
Revenge…
AN: Well? Don't just think it: REVIEW! Thankyou!
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