Sorry Roxanne's story was so sad. I got some negative feedback for that. I just really think that war leaves scars, you know? And these are the kind of scars that don't just go away because the bad guy was vanquished and the victory champagne was poured.

This is Molly's story. I really, really like her. :) Please review!! I really love to read feedback.

1. Molly Weasley tried her first cigarette behind the Herbology sheds when she was twelve. She did it on a dare from Scorpius Malfoy and nearly hacked up a lung.

The second one was easier.

2. Molly Weasley was about as typical Weasley in appearance as one could possibly be. Her hair was the abrupt fire-engine shade that made people at the Supermarket stop and glare, as though she disturbed the peace simply by existing. Her eyes were big and brown and doey with a sparkle of mischief lying just beyond the surface and her cheeks were connect-the-dot speckled. Molly Weasley began dying her hair when she was eleven years old and never really stopped. She chose jet-black as it was as far way from her natural colour as possible. She wore much too much makeup in order to disguise her freckles.

There was not much she could do about her eyes. Sure there were plenty of dodgy spells she could try, but she never could shake Grandma Molly's warning that she'd go blind.

3. Scorpius Malfoy was the cheese to Molly's macaroni, the second pea in a lonely pod, the hip to potomous. Both sorted into Hufflepuff (the unsung House, dontcha know) and, in doing so, basically telling the Weasley Clan and the folks up at Malfoy Manor to 'stick it where the sun don't shine, beeyotch,' they seemed made for each other in every way. It's sort of ironic that their anti-everyone and everything friendship was what really warmed Malfoy-Weasley relationships.

It's hard not to feel some sort of camaraderie when you are bailing your sixteen-year-old son/daughter out of muggle jail for lewd and lascivious conduct.

4. Deep down, through many layers of obnoxiously angsty poetry, ripped jeans and Doc Marten boots, Molly loved her family. She loved her crazy Uncle Ron, her abrasive Aunt Hermione, her lovely Aunt Fleur, her badass Uncle Harry, and even her possibly criminally insane cousin Lily. Perhaps especially her possibly criminally insane baby cousin Lily. Lily was a constant source of amusement for Molly and probably the only reason she allowed herself to be dragged, kicking and screaming of course, to Sunday dinners at Grandma Molly's.

But she was the only one who wasn't surprised at Lily's death.

5. Molly catologues her school years and major life events into hair colors. Her hair was black when she smoked her first cigarette. It was canary yellow when she passed Third Year Transfiguration, one of Molly's (and McGonagall's) proudest moments. It was blue the first time she kissed Scorpius, (It was mid-winter, Fifth Year, behind the Quiddich stands. Snow was falling and it was as conventionally perfect a moment as any fairytale princess' first kiss) and black again the first time he broke her heart. It was purple the summer she got her first job (A gig waitressing at a fast paced restaurant that lasted the longest two months of her life) and green and silver when she attended Lily's funeral.

It was red the day her father died.

6. Molly's father was a pompous ass, but he never really pretended to be anything else, so you can't really argue the point. Molly learned many things from her daddy. For one, Gryffindor was the only House worth anything. For another, the Malfoys were up to no good and should not be trusted as far as you could throw 'em.

Molly always was a poor study.

7. Molly loved her foolish father, but she never quite looked at him the same after hearing the story of his betrayal. Scorpius finally told her, for it was a taboo subject around the Weasley homes. Unable to believe the words coming from her best friends lips (lips that had been more happily occupied not minutes before), Molly had left Malfoy Manor and gone directly to her Aunt Ginny's house to be told the truth.

Aunt Ginny was good in a crisis, but even she didn't know quite what to do with this pale, freckled, shivering child with the black hair and the chip on her shoulder, whose world had just been utterly rocked.

8. Molly always had a soft spot for her baby sister Lucy, but Lucy probably never knew it. She was impatient with her and easily annoyed. She pretended Lucy's naïveté and innocence were something bad, something to be mocked, all while fiercely protecting them from others. She wiggled out of hugs and glared for no particular reason. She found fault in each of Lucy's boyfriends and argued with her endlessly.

But on the day of their father's funeral Molly allowed her sister to lean on her, showing affection in the only way she knew how.

9. After all the firsts they'd had together, it was only natural that they should be each other's Firsts. It was awkward and painful and they laughed most of the way through, but it was the best first time Molly could have hoped for. After it was over, Scorpius fell asleep and Molly laid awake a long time, listening, half hoping her parents would come home and find her in the arms of the enemy.

They never did.

10. Molly married Scorpius shortly after finding out she was pregnant in the first and last conventional moment of her life. Molly was seventeen and she graduated Hogwarts seven months pregnant, without honors, without job prospects, and without a care in the world. She and Scorpius moved into a little cottage in Hogsmeade, paid for by the death of one of Scorpius' rich relatives. They were dirt broke (the money inherited did not last long) and neither of them had any inclination to get a job, but for a little while, they were unbelievably, wispily, quirkily happy. After Iris was born, things changed for Molly. She stared at her tiny daughter with her perfect eyes and her perfect mouth and her perfect tiny little nose and began to fret. She couldn't pay for doctor's visits or food or baby clothes or blankets. Snow was beginning to fall again and the fairy tale cottage and instead of thinking it magical, Molly wondered how she was going to keep the baby warm.

Scorpius continued to get stoned, day after day, pretending they were still in school and wondering when his wife had turned into such a nag.

11. Molly and her mother, Audrey, had never ever gotten on well. Even when she was a little girl, she seemed to skip the stage where all a child wants is her mommy and moved directly on to the let's see if Barbies melt in the microwave stage. She was a witch, after all, and her mother was nothing but a muggle. She could do magic and what could Audrey do? But when the snow piled up on the front stoop and the baby wouldn't stop crying and Scorpius refused to get out of bed, and there was no food to be made into breakfast and Molly's hair was only half purple, Molly could only make one phone call.

Her mother came over directly, with bags of groceries, and Lucy's hand-me-down baby clothes and the kind of comfortable stability that only a mother can provide.

12. Scorpius was her best friend, the father of her child, and, for all intents and purposes, her soulmate, but Molly was only seventeen. She was seventeen and she'd recently graduated from the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world with fairly decent marks. She had a three month old daughter and she had her entire life ahead of her. So, Molly didn't feel guilty as she packed up her and Iris' few belongings and made her way over to her mother's house where she was to stay for a few months in order to get back on her feet. She didn't feel guilty and she didn't feel sad. Well, maybe she felt a little sad, but mostly she felt excited. She could be anything, do anything. She was a Weasley, for goodness sake.

Maybe one day, Scorpius would catch up with her, but till then, she was just fine where she was.