A/N: First off I want to thank my best friend Sesshoumarucrazy (Hannah) for talking to me on the phone for hours on end about fanfiction plots, ideas, and of course reading them to each other. You need to defiantly check out her profile and stories, she writes really well, but the fanfics she has typed up she is too lazy to post them on Oh thank you to my reviewers I am glad this odd story has grabbed your interest.

DISCLAIMER: If you think I own Harry Potter than you think Michael Jackson is black….wait….that is rather a tuffie!

Chapter 2

Harry twisted and turned under the Chudley Cannon comforter on Ron's extra bed. He opened one eye took look at the alarm clock, on the nightstand beside of him. 3:26 a.m. Harry groaned, he need to get some sleep.

Harry thought how the war had had its effect on so may people. Harry wished he could have stopped it before so many people were hurt. He felt like crying but he felt there was no use. He felt like running away and never coming back, but eventually he would be found.

He lay looking up at the ceiling. Snoring coming from the other side of the room told him that Ron was here. Harry wondered what time he had gotten back. Harry wondered how long Mr. Weasley had been 'busy' art work, Harry knew deep down there was more to that answer than Mrs. Weasley let on. He felt sad for her. All these kids, the war finally being over she seemed to be busier than ever.

Harry tried once again to close his eyes he gave up and rose up under the covers, he put his hand on the night table to search for his glasses, and he got up and headed towards the door.

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Mrs. Weasley's eyes shot open. She turned on her side in her bed to notice the empty half. She felt like crying. In 2 weeks it would be her and Arthur's 30th Wedding anniversary. She buried her head in her pillow and reminisced in the memories of when he was home form more than 10 seconds. Her heart ached at the feeling at being alone; she turned to the other side of the bed.

Trying with every thing she had she closed her eyes, it was no use she couldn't go to sleep. Sighing she got up and grabbed her robe form the doorknob. She walked over to the door and opened it quietly.

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Harry peered through the darkness. Even with his glasses he couldn't see a damn thing. HE walked with his arms out stretched to see if he could feel his way down stairs, all was going good until Mrs. Weasley walked out of her bedroom.

"What the hell?" Harry yelled out as he landed on top of something soft and squishy, He felt something squirm from under him.

"Lumos" he heard from a familiar voice. Light was shining on his face and his squishy soft thing. His eyes widened he had fallen on top of Mrs. Weasley, in a very….. Interesting position that caused several things to become…. Rather stiff.

Mrs. Weasley eyes widened at finding Harry Potter on top of her, he had each leg around her and his hands on either side of her head. It wasn't the fact that he was on top of her that made her uneasy, it was the fact he hadn't moved……. And the fact he was rather stiff…non- figuratively speaking.

Harry was at a loss of words, he felt really weird to the fact he hadn't moved. He bit his lip uneasily and tried to talk him self out of this….predicament. "Uh..er…How are you Mrs. Weasley." That was all her could say as he began to lift himself up.

Molly felt like protesting, but didn't understand why as he got up. "I thought I told you to call me Molly" She smiled

Harry chuckled, "Sorry it's hard to break old habits."

Molly laughed, he could always bring a smile to her face. "Now I assume you were not out to tackle me to the floor"

Harry held out his hand to help her up. He noticed how warm and soothing her touch was. He quickly shook his head and spoke. "Actually I just couldn't get to sleep."

"Well that makes two of us, should I start us up a pot of tea?"

"That would be nice." They walked down the stairs in silence, As they walked into the kitchen Harry laughed to himself at how all the Weasley's problems seemed to be solved in the kitchen, and usually involved tea.

He watched as she put some water in the kettle to boil. She walked over and sat down at the table, Harry followed suit.

They sat in a very awkward silence. Harry started to realize he had never really had a one on one conversation with Mrs., Weasley

Molly cleared her throat. "So how are the cannons treating you? It seems like you've got a good team on your hands. That Keeper of yours is the best I have ever scene, don't you let Ron know that" She smiled

Harry looked up, "Yeah, that Samantha Rose is one amazing keeper. Nothing ever really gets past her. ", He chuckled at the Ron statement. He shifted his eyes at the fact he was only talking about Samantha. True she was a good player, but she was good looking to. Harry had had a tiny crush on her but her boyfriend was big and scary, and his name was Victor Krum.

Harry decided to ask Mrs. Weasley something about herself.

"Sooo, what all have you been up to?"

Molly rested her chin on her hand. "Well I finally got the garden free of gnomes, Ron doesn't seem to do it any more, since Hermione" she smiled "The most important thing I have been doing is watch you kids grow into some amazing adults. I am so proud of all you have accomplished Harry. If it wasn't for you I don't think any of us would be alive, you're my hero. Sirius would be proud."

Harry felt tears sting his eyes at the mention of his God- father. He noticed Mrs. Weasley move beside of him so she could hold him in her arms. Harry silently cried on her shoulder. Molly sighed as she heard him sniff. After all this boy has been through after all he has done for Witches and Wizards, and as busy as he has been, he now had the time to cry.

As she heard Harry's sniff fade away she pushed him from her to look in his eyes. Even though the tear walls his emerald eyes shone through, it was his eyes Molly liked the most. She flicked her wand and a box of tissues made their way into Harry's lap. Molly got up to fix the tea.

Harry wanted to kill himself for loosing it like that, especially in front of Molly. He had been through so much and had not had any time to sort it out. He had to admit though, he felt a lot better. He felt even better as he gulped down the tea Molly handed to him.

They sipped in silence. After what seemed to have been about an hour since Harry tackled Molly, Harry yawned.

"Bed" was all Molly had to say. He nodded in agreement and they walked in silence up the stairs.

Harry figured Molly would have stopped at her room, but as he went up the stairs, oddly enough she followed in his steps 'til they were in the doorway of Ron's room.

Harry turned to look at her. They stood there in more silence

It was now Harry realized he had never missed out on a mother. His was standing before him now. Every time he needed some where to stay or someone to talk to he could always count on Molly, he wished he knew what was really going on with Arthur.

Molly moved a little closer to Harry, and he noticed. He looked into her eyes hopping to see the truth behind them; instead he found the warmth of her lips.

END OF CHAPPIE

How was that cliffie? I am so sorry for not updating sooner; I have momentarily acquired a life. This chapter was so confusing to write I had something totally different written, and I changed it. I know it is not that long or that good. Chappie 3 is in the works and it is working pretty well if you want to find out what happens REVIEW

JESS

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