Author's Note: Hi everybody. I haven't written anything for HP in a while, but I randomly had an urge to write this. I'd like to remind everybody that I do not own Harry Potter or any of its magnificent characters. They all belong to the fabulous and amazing J.K. Rowling, to whom my writing cannot even begin to aspire to. Anyways, please enjoy! Please review!

Molly Weasley bustled around the kitchen, preparing for the wedding. She was over her head in flour, sugar, and the other common ingredients for a wedding cake.

Harry and Ginny's wedding was tomorrow and everything had to be perfect. Molly sniffed at the thought of this. It was every mother's dream- marrying off a daughter to the famous Harry Potter.

But that wasn't why Molly was excited. Her daughter was going to be happily married to the boy- no, now he was a man- that she'd taken in and cared for as her own as much as possible. It was a match made in heaven, and it was going to be perfect.

If only Fred were there to see it.

As the thought overcame Molly, she almost fell to her knees. Memories surged back of Fred teasing Ginny about Harry when they were younger, of Fred and Harry playing Quidditch in the field behind the house…

False memories, too. Or dreams. Of Fred in the front row as Ginny came down the aisle. Of Fred and George giving a ridiculous speech at the reception. It was absurd that in all this happiness, Molly couldn't block out the one dark spot in her life.

But she couldn't. Fred was gone, and nothing could change that. It was the worst thing that could happen to a mother. How ironic, that Molly was offered the best of Motherhood served on a platter, only to have the worst thrust at her as well.

Unable to work any longer in the state she was in, Molly put down her cooking utensils and headed for her room.

When she got there, she collapsed onto her bed, the family portrait on her bedside table the last thing she saw before she closed her eyes. It was beautiful. It had been taken at Bill and Fleur's wedding. In addition to the Weasleys, it featured Fleur, Harry, and Hermione.

With the portrait floating before her eyes, Molly drifted off to sleep.

And when one sleeps, of course, one dreams.

In Molly's dream, she saw Fred. He was laughing, talking to someone Molly couldn't see. When the mysterious person came into view, she was turned aways from Molly.

She was a female, with long red hair. Ginny, perhaps? No, the woman was too old to be Ginny. Then she turned around and Molly saw bright green eyes.

Harry's eyes.

No. Lily's eyes.

Lily smiled at Molly, apparently in recognition. Fred noticed his mother for the first time, too.

"Hello, Mum!" He quipped cheerfully. "Guess who this is? It's Harry's mum!"

Lily smiled. "Hello. You must be Molly."

In all this time, Molly had yet to speak, but now she found her voice. "Erm, yes. Hello… Lily? Is this real? Or a dream?"

Lily smiled softly, looking wistfully at something Molly couldn't see. "Of course this is just a dream, Molly, but why ever should that mean it isn't real?"

Molly became befuddled. "But what are you doing here? With Fred, I mean. You never met him while… alive. Why now? What's going on?" Molly looked over to see that Fred had left… this place, wherever it was.

Lily smiled, though there were tears in her eyes. "Don't you understand?" She asked.

"I'm taking care of your son in death the way you took care of mine in life."