Pitter Patter – A Harry Potter Fanfiction.
None of these characters are mine! They all belong to the amazing person that is JK Rowling!
Molly Weasley was lying awake, again, for the seventh night in a row. She kept waking up, seeing her boggart over and over again. Only instead of showing just her loved ones dead, it was constantly Fred. Fred, Fred, Fred.
To get her mind off of it, she listened to the pitter patter of feet moving on the floors above her. She noticed that each of her children and her practically-children moved around the house at night to be with the people who can comfort them the most.
She checked the time and realized it was just about time for them to start roaming around. Molly lay still and listened.
Right on time, she heard the sound of two bedroom doors opening. Even though it was floors above, she could still hear the distinctive sound of Ron's bedroom door opening, and, moments later, Ginny's opening from down the hall. Harry's distinctive running into the wall and swearing made her start to chuckle, but quickly stop. If she could hear Harry from all the way upstairs, Ginny and Hermione could probably DEFINITELY hear her. She listened as Harry carefully made his way down the stairs, avoiding the creaky step on the third floor.
They did this every night. Harry would slightly loudly make his way down the stairs to Ginny's room while Hermione waited for him outside Ginny's room. Harry would then go into Ginny's room, while Hermione made her way up to Ron's room. They started to whisper to each other.
"Is she awake?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded.
"She's been bugging me about going up to get you early, but I kept telling her no because I know that their parents would be awake. I just couldn't bear the thought of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley knowing what we do at night," Hermione replied. Merlin, she had no idea that she knew what they've been doing.
"I know." Harry seemed really distracted. "Ginny was asking for me?" Of course. Harry would even put getting in trouble after making sure Ginny was okay. Molly never doubted Harry's feelings for her daughter. Ginny had informed her of the two of them dating in her fifth year, his sixth. Then she watched. She watched how Harry looked at Ginny. She saw the care and devotion in his eyes, and from that moment on, she knew that Harry would win this war. Not for himself, not just to end the war, not even just to get the weight off his shoulders, but for Ginny. To keep Ginny safe, and to make sure that they could be together without anything getting in their way. She would always respect him for that more than being Ron's best mate (of course, for that, too) and even more than him saving Arthur from the snake's bite. Ginny was her best friend, her rock, her strength. And she trusted Harry with her life to keep her little girl safe.
"Yes. She woke up in a cold sweat for you and has been bugging me to get you for the last hour," Hermione answered. "What's Ron doing?"
Harry chuckled. "Sleeping, of course." The smile faded off his face. "You can tell he's not having good dreams, though. He's tossing and turning and mumbling. You better get up there."
"Just as much as you should get in there," Hermione said, pointing to Ginny's door.
Molly heard Harry's footsteps, and then heard Harry kiss her cheek. "You really are the best sister a guy could ever ask for." Harry told her. Molly just knew Hermione was blushing.
"Thanks. You're not so bad a brother yourself." She knew they were hugging, giving each other all the support they could give before letting go, and walking into their significant other's rooms.
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