The Mirror of Erised: Molly Weasley

Because some things were thought of from the start.

There were a few things Molly Weasley was absolutely sure of. One, she was fierce. Two, she was independent. And third, she was most defiantly very outspoken. She was as sure of these qualities of the fact that she was probably going to marry her Hogwarts love.

But when faced with a seemingly simple mirror, Molly Weasley was speechless.

The mirror was only something she had heard of in forgotten rumors, or read in in tiny, crossed out foot-notes.

Of course she hadn't know what she had found when she first came across it, really who would?, she was just checking her hair in the hidden prefects bathroom, thankfully deserted, when she approached it. She had accepted it as a welcomed addition to the room, it was nice. With golden paint brushed upon the frame, and an elegant looking inscription at the top, she liked it.

But when she leaned in to apply a light shade of muggle lipstick, really she preferred beauty charms and she didn't quite understand Arthur's fascination with non-magic folk but hey, he liked it on her so that's all that counts, and the mirror began, well, changing.

The slow, but sure, morphing of the image caused her to jump and drop the small stick of make-up. Especially when a figure, several figures really, appeared close to her reflection.

The small clank of the tube echoed through the empty bathroom as Molly focused on the confusing picture staring back at her through the mirror.

Several figures stood before Molly, only one truly familiar to her, Arthur. He stood next to her, tall and confident with an arm slung around her waist. All the faces were smiling at her, beaming really. Arthur's and her mirror self hand entwined, silver bands gleamed off of their fingers.

Boys and girls, around 5 of them, stood next to the couple. They weren't familiar faces, except for the scattered traits she recognized as her own, and of course, how each of them were sporting fiery, bright red hair.

3 boys, looking tall and mature, easily the oldest out of the group of teenagers stood protective behind the young couple and girls.

There were 2 girls also, younger and softer looking stood side-by-side in front of the boys. They all smiled happy grins, as if genuinely joyed to see her.

Molly smiled, was this somewhat of future telling mirror? She squinted at the letters carved into the top, looking for a word meaning 'future' or something like so. But sadly, she couldn't read it.

Whatever it was, it made her very, very happy.

She's always wanted a big family.