️zoo animal: Moose: Value and integrity. Write about a Weasley.
Camp potter 2:Arts and Crafts (freeverse) Mandatory: 1. scattered 2. butterfly wings 3. crescendoOptional: 1. rebellion 2. tide 3. bedtime stories 4. epiphany 5. fascination
Quidditch-Chaser number 2, concrete noun. Leaping(word) confounding(word) and ground(word)
Spells, Chams and curses: Expecto Patronum- Charm. Creates a Patronus. Write about someone being happy OR happiness in general. Alternatively write about your favourite Weasely.️ ️
"don't watch the clock; does what it does. Keep going" - Sam Levenso
Mountains stood strong
Steady and rooted into the ground.
Molly Prewett was not a mountain
she was simply
a butterfly
Caught between two boulders
She's stuck
It draws near
It traps, kills and loves
During the first war
She was young and afraid
Her family was partaking in the rebellion
Why wouldn't she?
At that time, there was no one who wasn't
The war hit everyone
She wanted to protect the ones she loved
The ones she held most dear
And then she got pregnant
Everything was different
She was no longer fearless
Doubt was sowed in her heart
How would Bill,
Poor dear Billus fare?
The war was ongoing and showed no signs of stopping
It was infinite
All the pain and destruction was just a part of her life
Would it be part of Bills?
She wanted to give up
She also wanted take Bill out of his misery
She had that thought once
The world was a cruel place
No place for a babe such as he
unborn or not
She still loved him
Though she discarded that thought
She was his vessel until he could care for himself
She wasn't
She wouldn't
She couldn't
Kill him not matter how much a kindness it would have been
She expelled that thought
She was his guardian
She was his mother
She would not kill him
There were times
The trees would stop swaying
The grass would lie still
And Molly would wish
If only for the briefest of moments
To be fearless again
She new the cost of bravery
Bravery required sacrifice
Sacrifice that was too much for her
Entailing death and misfortune on all around her
So she went on
She was still apart of the order
She just faded into the background
She could not put Bill at risk
Then the day came when bill finally arrived
Molly thought her bravery would come back
Bill wasn't in her stomach anymore,
She was free after all
Free of the baggage of the extra life
Supported by only her
Though she was still in a cage of fear
Bill wasn't safe
He would never be
So Molly faded further
A wallflower, she became a wallflower
Not noticeable but existing
She didn't attend the Order meetings
There was no reason to
Instead, she kept her house clean
She entertained Bill
And she wished for courage
Something had happened to Molly Prewett
Fearless and fiery
Bold and headstrong
Where did she go?
Molly Weasley looks like her
Molly Weasley acts like her
but Molly Weasley is a coward
Molly Weasley stays at home
Molly Weasley's a housewife
Molly Weasley has a son
Molly Weasley can't be her
There's no way
What happened to the girl
The one who screamed from the sidelines during Quidditch games?
Now, though no one can believe,
Molly screams from inside a dome
The dome is deep inside
Beneath her lungs, settled in her gut.
Molly Prewett's courage and boldness lies with in that dome
Settled like a stone in Molly Weasley
Begging to be free yet too afraid to speak
It's a contradiction
Simple and complex
Easily hard
Almost a complete oxymoron
In the Second War it was worse
Molly Weasley still stayed at home
Sure, life isn't like the bedtime stories she told her kids
They weren't always going to come outon top
They weren't always going to survive
one day they would die and Molly could only hope
That she wouldn't still be around to see it
She had enough death for a life time
Though even with the war
Molly kept her dutys
She still cooked and cleaned
But she was running on stolen courage
It would only last so long until the fear came crashing down
Now she had seven children to worry about.
And Harry Potter, bless him,
Could practically be her eighth
Hermione Granger too
It was her family that lead her to Hogwarts on May second, 1997
Yes, there was an urging sense of duty
But Billus sealed the deal
He was so passionate
So willing
So bold
So like Molly Prewett
It almost broke her heart
So she went along
Caught in a wave of hope
Fighting hard
Dodging curses
Molly was being forced back
Then she saw a wedge of brown hair
Hermione
It seemed to be ducking as a jet of light raced past her
Then something clicked
It wasn't bravery
It wasn't stupidity
It wasn't mindless
It was something else all together
Harry, lord knew she loved him but he could be a sap
had sugestioned one thing more impossible than hope.
Love
Like a butterfly
Molly Prewett-Weasley underwent something slow
changing with the winds
She evolved
Metamorphasis
She was going up
The dome in her stomachs, trapping her in was lifting
The fragile butterfly winds battered hard
They carried her up in a beautiful
Crescendo
It was the surprising tide that caught her from behind
Tt dragged her into the deepness
The dark hue of the ocean of war swallowed her whole
It didn't end there
Her eyes were open as she spun and watched as people were struck down
Her children
Whom she had worked so hard to protect
Were scattered
And then she was her again
It was her epiphany
Molly Prewett was Mrs. Molly Weasley
Molly Weasly was always and had always been Miss Molly Prewett
It was with a morbid fascination,
confounding even
Why did she watch?
Molly didn't know
But she did
Molly watched herself bring down her wand.
She didn't even use a powerful spell,
It wasn't even meant for battle
But it was the first out of her mouth.
Like paper, Bellatrix
Who caused so much hurt
Tore and split
Scattered in small fractals
The remnants circled in the air as she held her daughter close
Before turning around and leaping
Right back into the fighting.
She loved.
She murdered.
And she killed.
But but she kept on going
because it was infinite
Molly Prewett couldn't deal with it so she did behind Molly Weasley.
Molly Weasley in turn adapted and survived even when her so did not
Molly Weasley faced her nightmares
Molly Weasley faced it and won.
Though no one ever won agonist it
Molly Weasley just believed what she wanted to
Molly Weasley tried to pretend that Fred,
Poor, dear Fred,
Was still alive
When in truth, it had won even though it had never ended.
It is war.
Molly Weasley was still a butterfly
She was still a mother
But She was now, too, a mountain.
Strong and bold,
sturdy and weathering all the hardships
mountain.
A/N: pft, this took a while.
