Hello. I noticed that molly voldie fics were lacking. Here we go!
"Arthur?" called Molly nervously from the bottom of the rickety stairs. "Arthur? You don't have to be like this-we can work it out.!"
Molly waited. Silence swelled around her, as no reply came from her husband, who she new was locked away in the twin's old bedroom. She was about to turn away from the stairs when it occurred to her how she could talk to him. There was a small crack and Molly Weasley disappeared from the bottom of the stairs and arrived at her husband's side.
He immediately sprang to his feet, but not before she saw him nudging something under the bed with his foot. "Arthur, what?" Molly looked into her husbands eyes, and for a second, was sure she saw a glint of red. She threw him a filthy look and bent down, feeling under the bed. Her hand came in contact with something hard and warm. She bent down and looked under the bed. A simmering cauldron (A/n what did you think it was? Ya perve!) was tipped over on it's side and the unmistakeable green glow of the metamorphmagus potion was spilling from it's insides.
Immediately, Molly sparng up. "Arthur?" she shrieked "What who are, Why?" she spluttered. Her husband turned a sorry look in his now distinctly red eyes. She gave him a look not unlike the one she had given him when she had discovered his flying car. Arthr spoke or the first time "Mollywobbles, I'm so..so sorry. It's just if you knew the truth about me, about my darned truth, then-Oh Molly!"
"Arthur your scaring me a little bit-tell me, we've been together through everything, including three gnome attacks, 7 Minsitry strikes and the chicken pox! I love you Arthur, and thought you loved me, tell me, why are you using that transforming potion?"
He heaved a deep sigh and turned away from her "I suppose I should start from the beginning" he said. He turned towards her again. "But then you know the beginning. Everyone in the wizarding world does… or at least think they do.
It' wasn't easy for me growing up in that orphanage"
"What? exclaimed Molly "You didn't grow up in an orphanage!"
He placed his finger softly on her, plump, red lips. "Shhhhh… Hear me out wobbles… for your fine sweet words can be said at the end. I am, always have been, and and always will be…Lord Voldemort!"
Molly's voice, in times of great angish, returned to it's cockney roots. "Your 'avin a laugh ain't ya?" she giggled nervously.
"Molly, I wish I was, but I'm not. You see I had to turn myself into a man you, anybody would love. You see at the end of the day, all I, the great Lord Voldemort wanted, was ….a cuddle."
"You mean there is no Arthur Weasley? You mean I have been living with a semi dead celebrity mass murdering paseltoungued icon for the past 30 years!"
"Yes"
To be continued.