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Molly Speaks
The Burrow

She'd said all along something like this would happen. She'd been right as well. She did like to be right but sometimes, sometimes it would be so much easier if she could just be wrong about something.

It was selfish of them both really to run off together. Yes, as a mother she was happy her daughter was both spirited and loved by a good man. Yes, she had always wanted Ginny and Harry to be together and yes, she did hope the Ministry didn't find them. But it wasn't about that, it was the principle of the matter.

They shouldn't have done it. They were promised to other people. They'd let them both down – although neither of them seemed bothered like they should be. On the contrary, Lee was thrilled. The twins were speaking to him again, he could still be part of the family but the right way this time and anyway, it wasn't like him and Ginny had been romantically involved so to speak. Maybe Ginny had done the right thing. But Harry on the other hand, Harry was supposed to be a gentleman. That poor Lavender girl, she'd been distraught. Although, less about Harry actually not being there more about what people would say and what her new 'status' would be. Molly didn't like her. Lavender was everything Molly hated in a girl – self centred, spoiled, lazy, unfriendly, hostile, cold….she wasn't a good person for Harry. Perhaps Lavender might have deserved it…

She set her empty mug of tea down onto the table and decided quite firmly that she had run out of excuses and could stop arguing with herself now – she was over the moon Harry and Ginny had run away together. She only hoped they had the foresight to get married before the came back. Divorce was not a wizarding concept, it was practically taboo. Divorce was for Muggles, something they did when they hated each other. Wizards and witches stuck it out. If they were married, well… they could be together forever; no one would be able to force them apart. They could be happy.

She was a little disappointed she couldn't be there to see Harry and Ginny get married. Now that was a wedding she would have loved… Ginny and Lee weren't having a wedding, she'd been a little relieved. Weddings were for people who were in love, they had not been in love and it would have been an uncomfortable situation for all involved. But Harry and Ginny, they were very much in love and they'd proved it several times over, they would have had a beautiful wedding. Maybe when Ginny returned she, Molly, would be able to persuade her into having a wedding to renew the vows or something. Ginny would probably say no, Molly would have to use the 'you're my only daughter' card. It was a low blow but being a mother had made her clever – sometimes you had to use the guilt card to get what you wanted.

She was scared though. The Ministry were cracking down hard on any rebels (a young man in the south of the country had just been put in Azkaban for organising anti-marriage law rallies) and Harry and Ginny had done worse than that. They'd turned the whole Ministry on its head, they'd made a mockery of the law and the tough new stance. They'd all but jumped up and down on the new law and had the guts to laugh as they did so. The Ministry had sent hundreds of Aurors out after them – although, it did rather help that the Weasleys were personal friends with a large number of them and that actually Harry was a role model, a hero, someone to look up to for the large majority. She knew that many of them were not really looking for the young couple. Maybe they would not be found. She found herself praying to whatever was out there that they would not be found. They couldn't be found. Her daughter and her adopted son…they deserved a chance. They had both seen awful things, things that no person should have to seen, let alone young teenagers, they'd shown enormous courage, saved the Ministry's miserable…and all they could do was wreck this whole generation's lives. What a way to repay them all.

She was, on the whole, entirely divided over her children's spouses. Fred seemed to be very happy with Angelina, Angie was a nice girl. Molly wouldn't mind having her as a daughter-in-law. And Luna, Luna and George were good together. She'd seen their relationship progress from George's mocking her left, right and centre, to discreet glances over the dinner table to sneaking out to meet up. Oh they thought she did not know, but she was a mother she knew right from the very start. They couldn't fool her. Luna needed some mothering and if Molly became her mother-in-law, well…it would all work out nicely.

That Cho girl, however, was a nasty piece of work. Percy deserved better, Percy was haunted by horrible dreams of the war, he deserved love. He wasn't going to find love with that girl. She was unfriendly, looked down on the Weasleys and made no effort to fit in. Molly could have put up with all of this if Percy had actually chosen Cho. But he hadn't. And so, Molly hoped that Cho wouldn't find the need to visit often. She was a little embarrassed by her own thoughts. After all, Cho would be family. Molly was supposed to love all of her own family, regardless of what they did, but somehow she just could not warm to Cho. She didn't think anyone would blame her, Cho wasn't nice to anyone.

Ron, her youngest son, seemed okay with Padma too. He'd been rude at the beginning, unaccountably rude; Molly had been a little ashamed of him. He'd pulled it together eventually though; he'd talked to her and been nice. Padma had been to dinner a few times before. Molly quite liked her; she was intelligent, a little like Hermione only less bookish. Molly had harboured hopes that Hermione and Ron would marry although she realised now that this was impossible. After all, they didn't seem to even want to take it any further than just friendship. Ah well, you win some, you lose some, she told herself. Hermione would always be a part of the family, whether she bore the surname or not.

Neville and Hannah were a perfect pair, bless them. They were still shy around each other, overwhelmed by their feelings but she knew that deep down, they were very much in love and would be very happy together. She was pleased for them, they were such lovely kids. They deserved happiness.

Hermione was a different matter altogether. Poor girl – matched with a Zabini, no less. She knew that Hermione felt very alone and very scared and felt like everything was wrong, but it would all be okay in the end. She felt like she should help Hermione out, at least she hadn't gone too far down the drinking route. She'd had a word with her about that and Hermione had listened and stopped. That was a start. Hermione needed help though, ordinarily Ginny would have been the shoulder to cry on, and then perhaps Harry, if Ginny had not been around, but they were gone. Ron was Hermione's next best friend, but Molly knew more than anyone how accidentally tactless her youngest son could be and how much he, himself, was struggling with the departure of his best friend. Perhaps, Padma could help there, they could be good friends. Padma wasn't that friendly with the Cho girl or Lavender, thank Merlin. Padma would be a good friend to Hermione.

The kitchen door opened unexpectedly and Molly's hand flew to her wand – a habit born of the war, unnecessary now but still a reflex for them all.

"Hey, it's just me." Arthur grinned. Her Arthur, she was glad he was home for lunch. Not many of them were in for lunch now and she got lonely.

"Arthur." She smiled back, hugging him.

"Anyone in?"

"No, just me. Want a cuppa?"

"Go on then. Any chance of lunch?" He shot her a hopeful look.

She swatted at him playfully with her striped tea towel, "If you're lucky. Sit down. How was work?"

She busied herself with the kettle and then making sandwiches as Arthur told her about some nightmare at work involving a cauldron that was bewitched to dance randomly and then spurt boiling water at passersby. She laughed dutifully, not really concentrating on his words, still worrying about her family.

"They'll be okay, you know." Arthur said suddenly, cutting through her reverie.

"Who will?" She said, pretending she didn't know who he was talking about.

"They all will be, you don't have to worry about them. They'll all work it out." He smiled tiredly, "It'll be okay, Moll."

She nodded, "I hope so, Arthur. I can't bear for them to be so unhappy. Don't you think that they deserve to find true love? They've seen so much, too much. They need to be able to flirt and tease and court without any obligations for a while and then what they need is love." She cried out, unwittingly releasing a small part of her inner burden of worry.

"They do deserve love." Arthur agreed, "And let's pray to Merlin that at least some of them find it."

She nodded grimly and turned back to the awaiting food. He was right – she could keep worrying, there was nothing she could do; perhaps this would be good for some of them. Maybe this could be a good thing.

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