A/N: Here it is! The END. Enjoy!
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And then Molly Douglass reached down and picked up her old, tattered checkered apron. Her brows furrowed in thought, she rubbed her hands on the fabric, pulling it together. She looked up, and ate everyone in her stormy brown eyes. Ginny, who's voice so closely resembled hers; Ron, staring out at her with her own dark eyes; George and Fred, whose long noses were photo copies of her own. She saw Percy, forgetting cauldron bottoms and remembering only the mother who had once clipped him round the ear for answering her back. He'd learnt his lesson. Bill twisted a finger in his hair, and Charlie's thin mouth, shaped just like her own, was pulled into a line. Harry and Hermione, who were nearly her children, watched her with wide eyes.
And finally, Arthur. Arthur, who had taken her from a family of anger and hate and helped her make one bursting with love. Arthur, who still sent her love letters, and held her hand when she was lonely during the long school year. Arthur, who had valiantly offered his life for her against her father.
Molly fingered the soft fabric another moment, then pulled it over her head. At that moment, Molly Douglass died, and Molly Weasley was reborn. She smiled suddenly, and everyone knew that she had finally come home for good.
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A/N: Well, that's it. The end. It's kind of funny, but I'm going to miss writing this monster. :) It was a great ride, thank in part to everyone who's ever encouraged, reviewed, or helped me. Without you guys, this wouldn't have been possible.
I'm sorry to say that I have no plans of ever writing a sequel to this. I know, I know. But I really can't see how I could possibly continue it. Don't worry, this isn't the last you'll hear from Molly Weasley. And it won't be the last drama you'll see from Mandy. *grins* Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it! Leave your thoughts in that little box down there. ^_^
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And then Molly Douglass reached down and picked up her old, tattered checkered apron. Her brows furrowed in thought, she rubbed her hands on the fabric, pulling it together. She looked up, and ate everyone in her stormy brown eyes. Ginny, who's voice so closely resembled hers; Ron, staring out at her with her own dark eyes; George and Fred, whose long noses were photo copies of her own. She saw Percy, forgetting cauldron bottoms and remembering only the mother who had once clipped him round the ear for answering her back. He'd learnt his lesson. Bill twisted a finger in his hair, and Charlie's thin mouth, shaped just like her own, was pulled into a line. Harry and Hermione, who were nearly her children, watched her with wide eyes.
And finally, Arthur. Arthur, who had taken her from a family of anger and hate and helped her make one bursting with love. Arthur, who still sent her love letters, and held her hand when she was lonely during the long school year. Arthur, who had valiantly offered his life for her against her father.
Molly fingered the soft fabric another moment, then pulled it over her head. At that moment, Molly Douglass died, and Molly Weasley was reborn. She smiled suddenly, and everyone knew that she had finally come home for good.
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A/N: Well, that's it. The end. It's kind of funny, but I'm going to miss writing this monster. :) It was a great ride, thank in part to everyone who's ever encouraged, reviewed, or helped me. Without you guys, this wouldn't have been possible.
I'm sorry to say that I have no plans of ever writing a sequel to this. I know, I know. But I really can't see how I could possibly continue it. Don't worry, this isn't the last you'll hear from Molly Weasley. And it won't be the last drama you'll see from Mandy. *grins* Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it! Leave your thoughts in that little box down there. ^_^
