Happy Friday to all!
Katy: Sorry if it's too short, but each chapter is at least four to five pages...
EmD23: I am changing things. I am a huge fan of the books and I cringed when I changed the story, but I knew that there needed to be some sort of conflict between Ron and Sun. Also, I know I tend to favor muggle appliances like cars and laptops, but I can't really help it. Not to mention that now that they're adults, they will be corresponding with the muggle world more now. And I'm glad that you enjoyed the update :D
xLuvStruckIdiot: Sorry, this chapter is a bit of a cool down considering that the last chapter was a little intense. Sun's memories will start up next week and it's going to be a sort of two or three part mini story within the story thing. It is going to be sad when Fred dies, and it's going to be very hard when Sun has to start coping with her scar and going to school. I hope that you enjoy :)
Enjoy, and be sure to review!
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Sun managed to pull her eyes up, letting out a little sigh. She could see that there was no way that she was going to talk Ron out of this, but she hated the idea of Ron seeing her painful and regrettable childhood. He was in enough pain already; her memories wouldn't help.
"Do you have a pensive?" She asked quietly. Ron nodded, motioning for her to come back inside. She bit her lower lip before begrudgingly locking the car and slowly walking towards the house. Ron took hold of her arm, speeding her inside to where his family was still waiting.
"Ron, what's going on?" Molly asked, slowly standing up from the table.
"I need the pensive." Ron said, gripping Sun's arm perhaps a bit too tightly. Sun grimaced, but didn't try to pull away from him.
No sense in aggravating an angry bear…
"Why do you need it?" Molly asked with a furrowed brow.
"I just need it." Ron insisted, grinding his teeth. "Please…go get it for me." Molly hesitated before she slowly went upstairs to where the pensive was stored. His siblings all stared at him as he continued to hold onto Sun. They were tempted to intervene when they saw that she was steadily crying and Ron was gripping her arm very tightly.
"What's going on, Ron?" Harry asked, his serious auror face on. This was how he always looked when he was questioning suspects.
When had Ron become a criminal?
"Sun has something that she wants to show me." Ron said evenly, his grip on Sun's arm finally loosening.
"What does she need to show you in the pensive that is so damn important?" Harry asked, his voice cutting across Ron's ears with a hard edge.
"Something that I need to see." Ron insisted, glaring at his long time friend. Harry quickly stood up, his body rigid and alert.
"Why don't you let go of her arm?"
"Why don't you just sit down and keep your mouth shut?" Ron bit out.
"Ron!" Ginny exclaimed. "What on earth is the matter with you?"
"She was with Fred when he died." Ron said, his face flaring red. "He was the one that pushed her out of the way…he died to save her and I want to see how it fucking happened!" His eyes flashed to George, who had paled and looked as if he had seen a ghost.
"You were there?" He asked quietly. Sun nodded, avoiding his intense gaze. George nervously swallowed, slowly standing up. "I want to see, too." He muttered. His wife gently protested, taking his hand and trying to pull him back down into his seat, but he pulled away from her, shaking his head. "I need to see this." He said, quickly walking to the kitchen to retrieve a glass vile from his mother's potions cabinet. By the time that he came back, Molly came back with their small pensive floating in her hands. Without a word, Sun took the vile from George and pressed it to her cheek, allowing a steady stream of tears to pool at the bottom before handing it over to Ron.
"We can project the memories from the pensive, right?" Percy asked, equally determined as were all of the siblings to see what Sun had seen.
"Yes…why?" Molly asked, leveling the floating pensive on the edge of the table. She hadn't heard of what Sun had seen…she didn't know why they were doing this or what she was about to see.
"Mum…the boy that pushed Sun out of the way…the one that died for her…Mum, it was Fred." Ginny told her mother, gently grasping her mother's hand as the knowledge washed over her. Molly just stared at her daughter, silence purging the air as everybody waited for Molly to have a reaction. Her eyes slowly turned to Sun, letting out a heavy breath through her nose.
"My Fred died for you?" She asked, her voice quivering only slightly. Sun slowly nodded, fresh tears springing to her eyes.
"I'm so sorry." She whispered, her voice cracking. "I didn't mean for it to happen." Molly shook her head, bringing Sun into a tight hug, finally forcing Ron to let go of the young girl's arm. She quietly whispered things to Sun as the petite girl cried against her shoulder.
"Sun and I are going to go outside and have a chat." Molly said, her eyes flicking up towards a very pissed off Ron. "Come out and get us when you're done picking through her memories." Molly escorted the young girl outside with an arm wrapped around her shoulders, letting out a shaky sigh and grabbing a blanket on her way out.
Maybe one day, in private with her husband, she would watch how her son died, but today was not that day. So she went with Sun outside to the garden to a secluded spot where they wouldn't hear or see what was going on inside. Sun wiped away the tears, pulling her knees to her chest and hugging them tightly. Molly took a moment to calm herself before she gathered her courage and said something.
"I just want you to know, I'm not mad at you." She said with a steady voice. "I don't blame you for the actions of my son, so I don't want you to feel like I've brought you out here to scold you, all right?" She asked. Sun nodded, glancing up at her from behind her knees.
"But I do want to apologize," she whispered, "for not telling you what I knew sooner…I'm just so sorry."
"And I accept your apology and I appreciate it, but there is no need for you to feel guilty. It was my son that chose his fate; you had nothing to do with that." Molly offered her a small smile, gently petting Sun's hair as the young girl continued to quietly cry. "Can I tell you something?" Molly asked sweetly.
"Yes, of course."
"I'm glad you and Ron are getting married…he may not show it, but you make him happier than he's been in a long time." Sun smiled slightly as Molly sat down next to her. "He and Hermione had known each other for so long and then they started dating nobody was really surprised. We all just assumed that they would get married; that's why we were all so shocked to hear that she left him. Ron would never tell you this, but he was positively devastated. He wouldn't eat, wouldn't sleep, wouldn't leave his home; we thought that he would never get better. I don't even know how he managed to finally pull himself up, but one day he went to work and just started acting as if nothing had happened; as if he and Hermione had never been together. He doesn't like to talk about it with me, has he said much about it to you?" Sun shrugged her shoulders.
"Just that he loved her and how much he hates her new boyfriend…I didn't want to push it any further; I think that he still might love her."
"That wouldn't surprise me." Molly muttered sadly. "This is why I'm glad that you're spending time with him. You're helping him get over her." Sun bit her lower lip.
"I don't know how much I'm actually helping…"
"But you are, I can see it." Molly told her. "Believe me, a mother knows when her child is happy." Sun gently smiled. Molly returned the smile, gently pinching her cheek. "I couldn't have picked somebody more perfect for my son."
"But what about Hermione?" Sun asked.
"She was good for Ron when he needed to grow up and become a man, but she worked so hard. She was a perfectionist and drove Ron mad with her constant cleaning and nagging about his job. We all loved her, but it was just small things that I suppose tore them apart…" Molly looked back to the young girl, offering her a small smile. "But you'll be good for Ron, I know that he'll be happy."
Sun was so overwhelmed by the amount of trust and admiration that this woman was bestowing on her. How could she ever have so much confidence in her? When Sun looked into her eyes, she saw that Molly trusted her completely to take care of her son like Hermione hadn't. Oh God…it was going to break her heart when Sun ran away to leave her son single once more. Could Sun live with the knowledge of Molly's broken heart? That was definitely a question to be answered at a later time…
"So, what are you plans for life?" Molly suddenly asked, pulling Sun out of her questioning thoughts.
"Sorry, what was that?"
"What do you want to do after graduation?" Molly asked again. "Do you want to continue your education, do you want to get a job?"
Oh, easy question!
"Well, I'd really like to go to Julliard in New York to study dancing and painting."
"And so you would just continue to do what you're doing?" Molly asked. Sun nodded with a small smile.
"I suppose you could put it like that, yes."
"What about your music? Your mother said that you're a gifted musician and are President of the Glee Club, so I assume that you're a singer as well." Sun shook her head.
"No, music is just for me to have fun with. I have to have something that doesn't require me to constantly focus." Molly slowly nodded.
"I see…seems like a fair decision." She said, mulling the idea over in her head. If Sun was an artist and a dancer, it would give her a fairly flexible schedule to give her the opportunity to take care of domestic things…like having lots and lots of children. Molly could get used to the idea of Ron having dozens of children with such a beautiful girl.
"Don't think Ron would be so keen to move to New York…he would probably complain about the noise." She muttered, rolling her eyes. Molly smirked, giving the girl's shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"I'm sure that he would adjust eventually." She said. "Actually, I would love it if he would go out and travel. Getting out of the country might be good for him…but I doubt that he would actually listen to me."
"You're his mum, he values your opinion higher than anybody else's." Sun reassured her. "He's always worried about what you think." Molly sighed, looking out over her well groomed garden with the shriveled flowers still covered in a heavy blanket of snow.
"I suppose…that is a great comfort to hear."
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Memories start next week :)
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