Chapter 1

*Most people who were supposed to die didn't like Fred Weasley, Sirius Black, Tonks and Remus Lupin*

The war had just ended, and Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort with the help of the order and his two best friends who are now in a loving relationship as is he with Ginny Weasley.

Percy had apologised for his hateful words towards his family and all was well with him and his family and when they nearly lost Fred that had been too realistic and scary for Molly, to have to lose another child.

She couldn't.

It had been three months since the war ended and Molly Weasley had refused to let any of her children leave the burrow and today was an exceptional difficult day as it was the day, they had given her up.

It was later on in the afternoon as her children including, Harry and Hermione, who she classified as her own children where all having a big game of quidditch.

This left Molly to her own thoughts as she cleaned her kitchen as she let the silent tears fall down her cheeks, it would be her eighteenth birthday today.

Molly could remember every little detail of that night.

Her first little cry as she was placed onto Molly's stomach as the nurse let Arthur cut her cord, the way she was different from her other children as she had the darkest black hair, they'd every seen and the most beautifulness eyes.

She had a Weasley eye and a Prewett eye as she had two different coloured eyes one a light blue making it look almost grey and one dark hazel making it look near enough black.

She remembers the first time she had wrapped her small fingers around Molly's large finger and opened her tiny eyes and stopped the crying as though someone had switched on a flic.

She had the Prewetts hair and face, Molly had been the odd one in her siblings with the red hair and she knew if she had kept her, she would have been the same.

She nearly kept her after that but knew it wouldn't be fair on her other children or the baby, she held in her arms she couldn't give her the life she deserved and that just wasn't fair on the baby.

So, her and Arthur decided to give their small girl up for adoption in hopes she could be given the best life possible.

About six months later Molly couldn't bear with the guilt and sadness of her lost child as they went back to the adoption centre the woman explained that she had been adopted by another well off family and she seemed happy enough.

So, Molly left her sadly knowing she had a new family who where keeping her safe and giving her the life, she deserved, or so Molly thought.

She thought she was doing the right thing in giving her away to a new home when really it tortured both Molly and Arthur so when they found out they where again pregnant with Ginny they knew they couldn't let this baby go.

Its broke Molly's heart to give her up but she had no choice they couldn't afford another child at the time and when Molly had gone back for her realising her mistake, she was told about the rich family which had adopted her.

A loud sob wracked Molly's body as she shakily took a seat at her kitchen table overcome with sobs and tears, she couldn't pretend anymore, she couldn't pretend to be okay and happy because she wasn't, she was overcome with guilt.

As Molly struggled to stop the tears and sobs the kitchen door opened and everyone walked in to see Molly having a panic attack at her own kitchen table.

"Mum!...Mum breath…deep breaths that's it" Bill was the first one there as he placed his hands on his mothers knees and knelt in front of her as the others sat at the table to give molly space as they knew it would just make her feel worse.

"Sorry…sorry I'm just being silly is all" Molly reassured her scared looking children as Ginny sat next to her mother rubbing her arms in a comforting manner as Charlie made them all some tea in hopes to settle nerves.

"Mum if somethings wrong you can tell us" George said as he sent his mother a comforting smile and gently took one of her hands form across the table.

"Yeah it always helps to talk about things" Fred finished as he gently placed a cup of tea in front of his mother who gave him a thanking smile as she was about to speak, she was cut off by the door slamming open.

Arthur had dashed from the fire place through to the kitchen with a great smile on his face as he threw the door open and skidded into the room as the door slammed against the wall.

All heads snapped towards him as his eyes glistened with tears and his smile didn't falter not once as he looked at Molly's crestfallen face.

"Sorry for scaring you all…its just been difficult and your father and I can't tell you because…I'm a horrible person and use deserved a better mother than someone as selfish and uncaring as me" Molly cried as she made way to leave the kitchen, everyone at the table stood up and looked at her in confusion.

Arthur stood in her way as the tears had gently fallen down his face shaking his head as his smile only widened making Molly more upset.

"I've done it" He whispered happily but everyone in the room had heard him and Molly just sniffed and looked at him in confusion as he pulled her into a tight hug.

"I've found her Molly, I've found our daughter" Molly dropped her cup and returned Arthur's hug, her smile made its way to her face in seconds as the water works started again only this time they were joyous ones.

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