part four: repressed memories

It was a warm June evening when Molly's twin brothers, Gideon and Fabian, returned home from Hogwarts for summer holidays. Molly was over-joyed to see them both, but regreted the lack of time that she was able to spend with them since she was now married to Arthur, but she had decided to stay at her parent's home for a while to visit.

"So how was your year at Hogwarts?" she asked, taking them both into her arms. Both of their faces turned red and tried to push away.

"It was fine, Molly," Gideon told her, finally releasing himself from her grasp. "I'm sure it was no different than when you were in the same class."

"But this year is special!" she exclaimed, still hanging onto Fabian, who was still putting up a good fight. "You'll be seeing how many O.W.L.s you have each made and then you'll be taking your N.E.W.T. courses next year and learning to Apparate! Oh, my little brothers are growing up so quickly!"

"Not that quickly," Fabian said quietly. "There's still a few more years until we'll be able to be out on our own."

"Doing magic and it not being illegal for us anymore," Gideon agreed.

"And then you'll find your dream girls and finally settle down like Arthur and myself," Molly said, still floating about whimsically. Gideon had a blank expression, but then Fabian pushed his shoulder.

"Yes, find wives, right Gideon?" he said through his teeth.

"Oh, uhm.. yeah, the whole nine yards," Gideon agreed again, though unconvincingly this time, but Molly didn't notice.

"Molly, darling?" asked a voice, seeming to shove at her. The foggy images of her brothers seem to vanish and all became dark, but then a peircing light appeared. She realized that Arthur was waking her up and that it was morning at the Burrow. She looked at her husband, rubbing her eyes.

"Yes.. ah... dear?" she yawned. She then realized that her face was covered in sweat, feeling a little hot.

"It looked like you were having a nightmare," he replied, caressing her hair. "Do you remember what it was about?"

"Oh, nothing, I think," she lied.

She found herself in the same position as the day before, sitting at the kitchen table, washing dishes. Percy had left with Arthur, so there was one less Weasley child she was to keep track of, which she was rather happy about. She turned her head to look at the dishes in the sink and noticed that Fred and George were walking around the back lawn, just talking. On the inside, she knew that she should be happy, but, even deeper, her morals told her that it was wrong. Pureblooded wizards and witches marry into their own families all the time she told herself though this is the first time I can say that two males have fallen for each other. . . no, wait.

The moon was shining down on the moorland, a breeze blowing gently through the grass. Molly had been sent by her own mum to search for her brothers, whom had left earlier in the day just to wander about.

"Gideeeeon," she said softly as she made her way down a slope. A smile has spread across her face as she saw two figures in the pond nearby. She tip-toed closer, sifting through the longer grass, hoping to surprise them both, but it was when she drew closer that she realized something was out of place. Hiding herself, she watched her brothers carefully, trying to listen.

"It's great to not have all sorts of people around," Gideon said, wading around in the water, making circles with his index finger.

"Yeah, it was impossible to be alone in that castle," Fabian replied, following behind his brother, putting his hands on Gideon's back. Their pale flesh seemed to glow in the moonlight. "But do you think it's safe here?"

"Sure, we're out here, miles from the house," Gideon nodded. He then turned around and pulled his brother closer to him. Fabian gasped and then smiled.

"I love when you do that."

"Well, I just love you, brother." Molly kept watching, though wishing she never came out here. I-I shouldn't be seeing this! I shouldn't even be out here!

"Do you really?"

"Do you doubt me?"

"Prove it then," Fabian said boldly, pulling himself even closer to his brother. Gideon smiled and gently put his lips against his brother's, his hands holding onto Fabian's shoulders. In what was just a few moments seemed like an eternity to Molly, seeing her brothers in this situation.

"NO!" she yelled, standing and looking at them, her fists clenched and tears streaming down her face. Her brothers then pulled apart and looked at her, trying to cover their bodies with their hands.

"Molly... what are you doing here?" Gideon asked, his eyes wide, as well as Fabian's.

"I-I.. uhm... mum... she asked... get you," she stammered. "I'm s-sorry."

"Please don't tell Mum, Molly," Fabian said, quickly sliding on his pants, trying to get closer to his sister. "Please, Molly."

"...I have to go," she said, turning and started to run. She could hear her brothers yelling at her, pleading for her to come back, but kept going, trying to forget what she saw, trying to erase it from her memory.

"Are you all right, Mum?" Ron's voiced interjected, bringing her out of her daydream. Her face was covered in sweat yet again. Fred and George was standing behind Ron, worried expressions across their faces. She just tried to put on a smile and looked at her sons.

"No, it's all right," she told them.