Despise Not Thy Mother

Chapter Two;

Rated K

Disclaimer; See chapter one.

Authors Note; I know I said the second chapter was going to be fluff between Tonks and Lupin, but honestly, it was horrible. I would be embarrassed to post it. So this chapter (as with all my stories written this semester) was written while I was ignoring my history professor; an especially bad habit when you're majoring in the subject. I decided to go with the theme of mothers and daughters finding common ground. I hope this isn't too much of a disappointment to those who wanted RLNT fluff. Those questioning this in their reviews will be laughed at as they didn't read this note. But please review anyway.

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"Come along, dear," Molly Weasley said to her ten year old daughter. The scarlet Hogwarts Express had pulled out of view; Ginny was still watching, hiccupping slightly. Molly reached for her hand, but at her mother's touch, she leapt away furiously.

"Why didn't you let me go?!" Her hands flew to her hips, mimicking her mother without even realizing she was doing it.

Molly sighed, "We've been over this, you're too young this year. Next year-"

"But Mum! I want to go this year! Harry Potter is there this year." Ginny whined.

"He's not an attraction to be stared at."

"But everyone is there this year- Ron, and the twins, and Percy! I want to go!"

"Ginny, please. Not here." Molly glanced around, most were gone, and the remaining few families were making their way to the barrier.

"You never let me have any fun!"

"Ginny," her mother said, exasperated, "what makes you think I didn't want to go too?" A short pause followed this revelation.

"You wanted to go back?" Ginny asked, disbelief evident in her voice. "To Hogwarts?"

"Well, yes," Molly said, taken aback at her outburst, and at her daughter's reaction. "You think cleaning up after you and your brothers, cooking for you, yelling at you, is more fun than Hogwarts? Think again."

She hadn't yelled, but Ginny almost wished she had. Mother and daughter stared at each other on the now deserted platform. After a few moments, they came to a silent understanding.

Ginny didn't say another word about Hogwarts, excepting the occasions when there were letters from her brothers. She knew her chance to go to Hogwarts was coming, but didn't want to emphasize the fact that she was leaving her mother to do so. Mother and daughter became closer; they stayed up late talking, teased poor Arthur, cooked together, and Ginny even helped her mother knit Weasley sweaters. She was still excited to begin school, but the year with her mother had been surprisingly wonderful and as much as she hated to admit it, she would almost miss her next year.

Of course, she would never tell her mother that.

Or her brothers.