Title: A Mother's Love
Author: Richan
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Warnings: none
Spoilers: through HBP
Summary: Molly wants to give Harry the one thing he's always needed
Words: 455
It hadn't been difficult to love Harry, the first time that Molly had seen him. He'd been so small compared to her Ronald: small of stature, small of confidence, and a small, shy smile to thank her. The summer of Ron and Harry's second year, when the twins had decided to rescue the black-haired boy that stuck out in their sea of red, she'd watched him carefully. She'd wondered how to give him what he needed, without being pushy or overwhelming. Eventually, Molly had accepted that she would have to sit in the stands for now, and wait for him. It would just take a while.
How that boy turned out as well as he did, considering how he was raised, she would never know.
Now, he was a man grown. He sat next to her in St. Mungo's waiting for the Healers to come out with news of Ron, and if they would be able to reverse the curse he was suffering. Molly would be able to handle whatever news it was - she would have to - but she was not sure that Harry could.
He looked at her with those big, green eyes. They frightened her, sometimes, with how haunted they looked; but now, all they seemed to do was to make her realize he was that same small boy she'd directed onto the platform. Those eyes held the world in them, and it saddened her to know that he would have to live with all of its knowledge as well.
The Healer exited the room and nodded at them. "It's possible for us to reverse the curse that Mr. Weasley has, Mrs. Weasley. We would like to do a couple more tests to confirm our diagnosis." He nodded at them and hurried down the hall towards an office off to one side of the floor.
Molly felt Harry sag with relief, and she was tempted to do the same. She wouldn't though, because her job of being strong was not over. Placing a hand on Harry's arm, she guided him over to a shadowy corner. Cupping his chin, she looked into his eyes as they met hers.
There was a tentative smile on his face, one that barely graced his lips, but not his eyes. Molly closed her own at that and took a deep breath. Opening her eyes, she stepped back the tiniest bit and opened her arms in a silent gesture.
"Mum, why's your robe wet?" Ron Weasley asked Molly as she entered his room. His face was pale, but it was beautiful to look upon.
She shook her head. "Nothing for you to be worrying about. Here, Harry, give Ronald his chocolate before he starves to death."
Fin.
