Hello everyone, this is my submission for round eleven of Season 9 of the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition. Thank you to my teammates: NevilleGonnaGiveYouUp and CupCakeyyy for betaing this and to LSUsweetie for suggesting I use Molly and helping me to brainstorm the idea. I do not own any rights to Harry Potter; they belong to J.K. Rowling.

Chaser 1: Cleric – write about a character who believes in a higher power.

Optional Prompts used:

3. (colour) lilac

12. (word) lighten

14. (word) chair

Word Count: 1227

For a warm day in June, it was incredibly overcast. The sun that should have been shining gloriously in the blue sky was hidden behind walls of grey clouds that had appeared as if out of nowhere. If Molly didn't know any better, she would have thought that it would rain, given the dark, stormy sheen to the clouds. Raining was something she didn't want, not where she was going this afternoon, it would only serve to sour the already sombre occasion further. As if that wouldn't be bad enough, she would also get soaked through, as she was only wearing a short-sleeved lilac summer dress and sandals. There weren't many clothes she liked in times like these, but this dress was one item that she loved and would always love as she felt comfortable in it, even though her baby bump was big.

Molly had always liked the colour lilac, there was something about how it could lighten a dark room, it was a colour that made her feel at ease. Although she wasn't happy about the foreboding clouds, she was, however, pleased that there was a breeze, which seemed to whistle a tune through the trees as she entered the cemetery.

As a pureblood witch she followed the old Pagan ways and saw how the Muggles had altered her beliefs in a higher power to fit their religion – Christianity.

While she and her family celebrated the majority of the known holidays, when it came to church-held events for wizarding society this differed. Molly had never had any of her children christened, yet with weddings and funerals the magical way was similar to how the Muggle's did theirs.

However, her belief in a higher power (what Muggles would call God) had been rocked by the death of her two older brothers, shattering the very foundations of her beliefs. Since their passing, the only time she had come here was for the funeral – an event which had been a blur to her. She knew she had just been going through the motions that day, that she hadn't entirely been there.

She'd stayed away from the cemetery since, not wanting to visit their grave. It had been three months since they had been killed by Death Eaters, but they had fought nobly until the very end. Yet, to Molly, it still felt like yesterday.

Her grief for her older brothers, her best friends, had consumed her so much that she felt like she was in a never-ending pit of quicksand. No matter how hard she tried to get out, it only sucked her down further.

But the worst of it was that she felt guilty. Guilty for not being there for her boys, she knew she wasn't her happy self and they knew that too. She could tell from the way her children had been around her lately. But also, guilty that Arthur had had to step in as mother as well as father while she wallowed in her grief.

It had been her husband's idea for her to go to the cemetery today while he stayed at home to take care of their brood.

You need this, Molly. His words reverberated around in her mind as she followed the winding gravel path towards where her brothers were. After a while her sandaled feet left the rough stone-filled path to step onto soft, bumpy grass. She walked past the long row of graves until she stopped at their headstone. Their final resting place was shaded by a large oak tree, its arms leaning down with its curtain of green leaves, almost hiding her brothers from view.

Even though she was unsure of what she believed, she did know that there was something peaceful about being here, in the quiet solitude, the only noise coming from the wind in the trees and the faint bird song being chirped somewhere in the distance. It calmed her restless soul.

Taking her wand from her handbag, she waved it at a broken branch that lay on the grass, transfiguring it into a solid wooden chair, the arms were dappled with age but it was still strong. Relieved that it wouldn't collapse underneath her, she sat down gently, her hands going to her bump, stroking it absent-mindedly.

My sweet little girl, how I wish your uncles could have met you.

Tears pricked in her russet-coloured eyes as she raised her gaze to read the gold inscription on the white marble headstone that stood before her.

Fabian Prewett

April 12th 1945 – March 10th 1981

and eternally beside him

Gideon Prewett

April 12th 1945 – March 10th 1981

Beloved sons, brothers and uncles

Forever at peace

Molly wept openly, while she did hope that they were at peace somewhere, it didn't lessen the aching pain she felt at being without them.

"I miss you both so much," she cried, her sobs wracking her body. "Why? Why did you have to go? I still need you both! You'll never get to meet your niece or watch your nephews grow up." She laughed for a moment through her sobs. "Fred and George may only be three but they certainly take after the two of you, they're so cheeky. Oh… Fabian… Gideon…"

The tears fell as she cried not realising that she needed this. She needed to say goodbye properly.

A beam of light broke through the barrier of clouds to hit the headstone of the Prewett brothers. Molly wiped her tears and looked up to see the clouds finally parting as the sun shone brilliantly. At that moment, there was a quiet chirp coming from the arm of the chair she was sitting on.

Looking down, she gasped, surprised to find two little robin redbreasts gazing up at her intently, their features gentle as they tilted their heads at the same time, perched on her forearm. Their touch was light on her skin but welcome.

The sadness that had filled her had been replaced with happiness, her eyes welling with happy tears now. To her, this was a sign that Fabian and Gideon were there with her. When she had been little, they had come up with a nickname for her. 'Our little Robin' they had called her and it had stuck. Something that had just been between the three of them.

"Fabian, Gideon, it's you, isn't it?" she asked softly, watching as both small birds seemed to nod for a second.

She felt a wave of ease wash over her then, she reached out with her free hand and stroked each bird's head softly for a few minutes, smiling as they chirped as if they were having a conversation with her.

Whatever uncertainty she'd felt in her beliefs at the loss of her brothers had been quashed now, with this visit from them. She knew they had come to her in this way to tell her in their own way that they were at peace, perhaps they were in - what the Muggles called - heaven.

The little robins stayed a while longer before they finally departed, flying up into the air and away. Molly watched them until she could no longer see them anymore. When she left the cemetery a short while later, her heart felt lighter with the knowledge that her brothers would always be with her even if she could no longer see them.

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S L Blake x