A/N: THE LAST CHAPTER! -dies- Well, folks, it sure was fun…Thanks for those who stuck with it, but most of all to Pinky Green, the amazing person who set up this challenge, and who allowed me to go crazy with it! Much love to you, Pinky!
Disclaimer: Does it LOOK like I own anything?
Indigo/Purple
Mountain
Moon
Sea/Ocean
Victoire is my first grandchild.
Her marriage to Teddy makes him one of my last grandchildren.
My very last grandchild is Colin, George's youngest. (He ended up having five children—it runs in the family.)
My first great-grandchild is Arthur William—Victoire and Teddy's eldest. I find it ironic that that's the opposite of Bill's name. He doted on that baby like no one else!
My last great-grandchild, technically, is Colin's seventh daughter. Shawna Marie is her name.
But the last great-grandchild while I was still living is Katy Emily. She was James'—Harry and Ginny's first son—middle child. She was the spitting image of me.
Why, you ask, am I telling you this?
Because.
Because after climbing the mountain that is life, and getting by whilst loosing two brothers, a son, most of your money, and your innocence (very young in life, I will add) and fighting two wars—well, it catches up to a woman.
Either she goes mad and turns her hair purple, or she does something else…
She can't help but show off.
Look outside at the moon tonight. Look at the velvety purple sky.
The man on the moon? See his happy, smiling face? Always cheerful?
That's Arthur.
My brave, strong, sweet, dear, happy husband. He died three days before I did.
Those three days were worse than the time I found out Fabian and Gideon were dead. Worse than when I saw Fred's lifeless body. They were the worst in my life.
See the stars surrounding it? Those are my children, and then my grandchildren, and my great-grandchildren, and my great-great grandchildren. I won't go on—you get the picture.
And the dark side of the moon?
That, I am ashamed to say, is me.
I was always pessimistic in life. I always wished secretly for more. I was Arthur's alter ego. I was seen as much as he. I was never as brave, as loving, or as perfect.
But even though you can't see me in the indigo sky, even though I'm hidden, I'm there. Even though I'm in Arthur's shadow, I'm content. I, too, am brave, loving, and, in my own twisted way, I'm perfect.
Arthur was my first love, and he was my last love.
The day he died, I died to. I was kept alive, though, because loosing two loved ones at once is unbearable. I should know.
And so, when the tide went out in the year 2036, I allowed it to take me with. I wanted to see Arthur again. I was eighty-six.
The ocean, once I was on for the ride, was very, very gentle with me. It carried me along, finally landing me on a boat.
This boat had on it Arthur, Gid, Fabe, Fred, and my parents. Never, ever was I happier. It was better than anything in life could ever have been.
And so, for eternity, I rest, with those who floated away years ago and days ago. It is my dearest wish only to be remembered.
Molly Prewett Weasley
Born October 30, 1950
Died June 5th, 2036
Loving mother, daughter, sister, grandmother, and friend.
You will be remembered forever. R.I.P.
Buried in Purple Glory.
