A/N: over a month since I last up dated. Please don't sue me. My son had
the flu and then my husband and I got it and then my son had his first
birthday. And then I was in a musical and blew everyone away with my voice.
( I got a complement from Micheal W. Smith) and then what do you know it's
suddenly Thanksgiving and Christmas is right around the corner. Luv to you
all and thanks for sticking with me. I'll try to get more up of my other
stories when I can. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: as always neither the Weasleys or the Beatles belong to me. And Rest in Peace George. Friday is the 1st anniversary of his death. And all my best to his wife Olivia and son Dhani.
* * *
Molly had very much enjoyed her holidays with the Weasley family and was almost dreading going back to school. She shook her head. She wasn't going to think about the N.E.W.T.s until she absolutely had to.
"Are you alright?" Mrs. Weasley asked her as they washed the dinner dishes together.
Molly smiled at her, "Just trying not to think about going back to school."
"We've loved having you, dear." Mrs. Weasley patted her hand, "Why don't you go flip on the wireless and we'll have some music."
"Alright," Molly wiped her hands dry on her apron and turned on the old radio in the corner. Tommy Steele was crooning some song about a love potion. They went back to their cleaning and chatted about the upcoming wedding. They didn't even really notice the new song coming on until they heard a scream.
Daphne came running into the room. She slid across the smooth kitchen floor in her stocking feet plopped down in front of the radio.
Molly laughed. It was then that she recognized who it was on the radio. She hadn't known any of them well but they had all been at Hogwarts. They had left in the middle of her third year to pursue a music career in the muggle world. She tapped her foot along to the music. They were quite good.
"And that was the Beatles," said the Wireless announcer when the song had ended, "Not that you really need me to tell you that. But I will tell you that these four lads who have taken the magical and muggle world by storm will be performing at this years graduation ball at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Daphne jumped up and rushed over to her mother, "Mummy, can I go? Please can I go?"
"Well," Mrs. Weasley began looking down at her daughter, "I believe the ball is only for the graduates and their dates. Isn't that right, Molly?"
Molly nodded sympatheticly at Daphne. "But hey, if you let me borrow one of your posters I'll see if I can get them to sign it."
"Would you?" Daphne brightened.
"Sure, what are sisters for."
* * *
Once back at Hogwarts Molly did little else than study. She knew she didn't really want to do anything near as exciting with her life as work at the Ministry. She'd leave that to people like her fiancé, but that didn't mean she would slack off on her N.E.W.T.s. She was very glad that her mother and Mrs. Weasley were getting along and they seemed to have the wedding plans well in hand.
And then before she knew it Molly was walking out of her last exam. She had studied hard and done everything she could possibly do and now all she had to do was wait for the results. Tomorrow evening was the graduation ball. Arthur would arrive shortly before seven to be her escort.
"Well, we did it." Sophie walked beside her, "no more teachers, no more books."
"It's kind of sad isn't it." Molly sighed.
"Well if you think never having to sit through another of Crockford's lectures, sad."
"No, I won't miss that," Molly laughed, "It's just this place. I can't believe we're actually leaving Hogwarts and we'll never come back."
"Oh, I think you'll find plenty of reasons to come back and visit," said Sophie playfully. "After all Dumbledore said Lily will be able to come when she's old enough and there's half a dozen Weasleys who haven't graduated yet, and who knows how many more once you two get started."
Molly smiled and elbowed her friend in the ribs, "I guess you're right."
"Of course I'm right."
* * *
The 7th year girls were joined in their dorm by Charlotte and Daphne Weasley while they got ready for the graduation ball.
"Can you believe they actually got the Beatles to come and play?" Charlie was asking anyone who would listen. Daphne was pouting, mumbling about how unfair it was that they couldn't go. "I heard they have a time turner to be able to make it to all their shows."
"Can you believe Terence Jordan actually got up the nerve to ask out Gurtie?" Sophie threw a curler at Gurtie.
Gurtie threw it right back, "Well he didn't have to do it in the middle of the Qudditich game."
"Ah," Molly grinned at her, "I thought it was cute the way he snuck the invite in with is commentary when you scored."
"It certainly took him long enough for someone who talks as much as he does," Gurtie huffed, "I've been trying to get him to ask me out for ages."
Then Molly noticed how sad Daphne looked, "Why don't you go down and tell the boys we're almost ready?"
Daphne jumped up glad to have something to do.
"Well, that's that," Molly looked in the mirror again and patted her hair once more, "I'm ready how about you."
"I'm ready," Sophie smiled.
"And me," Gurtie shrugged, "ready as I'll ever be."
"You all look so beautiful," Charlie said in awe of the older girls.
"Thank you," Molly nodded at her.
The girls were met in the common room by the adoring looks of Arthur and Terence and several of their other housemates. Sophie's date was from Ravenclaw and would be meeting her in the entrance hall. Together they went out the portrait hole and down to the ball.
"Wait! Wait!" they heard behind them. Daphne slid (once again in her stocking feet) across the floor and her brother caught her before she crashed down a flight of stairs. She turned blushing to Molly, "My poster, you promised you'd get them to sign it."
"Oh of course I will," Molly took the poster from the smaller girl and gave her a hug, "I almost forgot."
"Thanks Molly," Daphne grinned before she ran back toward the common room.
* * *
The ball was wonderful. Arthur and Molly danced to one of Molly's favorite songs "Till there was you." And she told Arthur that they would have to dance to that one at there wedding.
The Beatles sounded even better live than they did on the wireless.
"Apparate to you - oo baby, I'll apparate to you - oo," they sang. "That was one of our new ones that's been on the top of the wizarding wireless charts for 13 weeks."
The crowd cheered.
"And now if you don't mind we're gonna take a little brake but we'll be back soon for more."
Molly took the opportunity while they were off the stage having something to drink to see about getting Daphne's poster signed.
"Ah, so you're already a fan?" said Ringo inking his quill and signing his name.
Molly smiled, "It's actually for my soon-to-be sister-in-law."
"Oh, so your brother's getting married?" John raised his eyebrows teasingly.
"No, I am, in July," said Molly shyly.
John stumbled back into his chair clutching his chest.
"Are you alright?" Molly asked concerned.
John sighed, "You've broken me heart."
"Not to mention the heart of every other wizard on the planet," George added.
Molly giggled.
Then Paul took her hand, "He's a lucky lad, whoever he is."
She nearly swooned.
"You're not old enough to get married, are you?" Ringo asked bringing her back to the present.
"I'm seventeen."
"Seventeen, eh?" John jumped up, "Well then this next song is for you."
The Beatles took the stage once again.
"She was just seventeen you know what I mean. And the way she looked was way beyond compare. Now all never dance with another Since I saw her standing there."
Disclaimer: as always neither the Weasleys or the Beatles belong to me. And Rest in Peace George. Friday is the 1st anniversary of his death. And all my best to his wife Olivia and son Dhani.
* * *
Molly had very much enjoyed her holidays with the Weasley family and was almost dreading going back to school. She shook her head. She wasn't going to think about the N.E.W.T.s until she absolutely had to.
"Are you alright?" Mrs. Weasley asked her as they washed the dinner dishes together.
Molly smiled at her, "Just trying not to think about going back to school."
"We've loved having you, dear." Mrs. Weasley patted her hand, "Why don't you go flip on the wireless and we'll have some music."
"Alright," Molly wiped her hands dry on her apron and turned on the old radio in the corner. Tommy Steele was crooning some song about a love potion. They went back to their cleaning and chatted about the upcoming wedding. They didn't even really notice the new song coming on until they heard a scream.
Daphne came running into the room. She slid across the smooth kitchen floor in her stocking feet plopped down in front of the radio.
Molly laughed. It was then that she recognized who it was on the radio. She hadn't known any of them well but they had all been at Hogwarts. They had left in the middle of her third year to pursue a music career in the muggle world. She tapped her foot along to the music. They were quite good.
"And that was the Beatles," said the Wireless announcer when the song had ended, "Not that you really need me to tell you that. But I will tell you that these four lads who have taken the magical and muggle world by storm will be performing at this years graduation ball at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Daphne jumped up and rushed over to her mother, "Mummy, can I go? Please can I go?"
"Well," Mrs. Weasley began looking down at her daughter, "I believe the ball is only for the graduates and their dates. Isn't that right, Molly?"
Molly nodded sympatheticly at Daphne. "But hey, if you let me borrow one of your posters I'll see if I can get them to sign it."
"Would you?" Daphne brightened.
"Sure, what are sisters for."
* * *
Once back at Hogwarts Molly did little else than study. She knew she didn't really want to do anything near as exciting with her life as work at the Ministry. She'd leave that to people like her fiancé, but that didn't mean she would slack off on her N.E.W.T.s. She was very glad that her mother and Mrs. Weasley were getting along and they seemed to have the wedding plans well in hand.
And then before she knew it Molly was walking out of her last exam. She had studied hard and done everything she could possibly do and now all she had to do was wait for the results. Tomorrow evening was the graduation ball. Arthur would arrive shortly before seven to be her escort.
"Well, we did it." Sophie walked beside her, "no more teachers, no more books."
"It's kind of sad isn't it." Molly sighed.
"Well if you think never having to sit through another of Crockford's lectures, sad."
"No, I won't miss that," Molly laughed, "It's just this place. I can't believe we're actually leaving Hogwarts and we'll never come back."
"Oh, I think you'll find plenty of reasons to come back and visit," said Sophie playfully. "After all Dumbledore said Lily will be able to come when she's old enough and there's half a dozen Weasleys who haven't graduated yet, and who knows how many more once you two get started."
Molly smiled and elbowed her friend in the ribs, "I guess you're right."
"Of course I'm right."
* * *
The 7th year girls were joined in their dorm by Charlotte and Daphne Weasley while they got ready for the graduation ball.
"Can you believe they actually got the Beatles to come and play?" Charlie was asking anyone who would listen. Daphne was pouting, mumbling about how unfair it was that they couldn't go. "I heard they have a time turner to be able to make it to all their shows."
"Can you believe Terence Jordan actually got up the nerve to ask out Gurtie?" Sophie threw a curler at Gurtie.
Gurtie threw it right back, "Well he didn't have to do it in the middle of the Qudditich game."
"Ah," Molly grinned at her, "I thought it was cute the way he snuck the invite in with is commentary when you scored."
"It certainly took him long enough for someone who talks as much as he does," Gurtie huffed, "I've been trying to get him to ask me out for ages."
Then Molly noticed how sad Daphne looked, "Why don't you go down and tell the boys we're almost ready?"
Daphne jumped up glad to have something to do.
"Well, that's that," Molly looked in the mirror again and patted her hair once more, "I'm ready how about you."
"I'm ready," Sophie smiled.
"And me," Gurtie shrugged, "ready as I'll ever be."
"You all look so beautiful," Charlie said in awe of the older girls.
"Thank you," Molly nodded at her.
The girls were met in the common room by the adoring looks of Arthur and Terence and several of their other housemates. Sophie's date was from Ravenclaw and would be meeting her in the entrance hall. Together they went out the portrait hole and down to the ball.
"Wait! Wait!" they heard behind them. Daphne slid (once again in her stocking feet) across the floor and her brother caught her before she crashed down a flight of stairs. She turned blushing to Molly, "My poster, you promised you'd get them to sign it."
"Oh of course I will," Molly took the poster from the smaller girl and gave her a hug, "I almost forgot."
"Thanks Molly," Daphne grinned before she ran back toward the common room.
* * *
The ball was wonderful. Arthur and Molly danced to one of Molly's favorite songs "Till there was you." And she told Arthur that they would have to dance to that one at there wedding.
The Beatles sounded even better live than they did on the wireless.
"Apparate to you - oo baby, I'll apparate to you - oo," they sang. "That was one of our new ones that's been on the top of the wizarding wireless charts for 13 weeks."
The crowd cheered.
"And now if you don't mind we're gonna take a little brake but we'll be back soon for more."
Molly took the opportunity while they were off the stage having something to drink to see about getting Daphne's poster signed.
"Ah, so you're already a fan?" said Ringo inking his quill and signing his name.
Molly smiled, "It's actually for my soon-to-be sister-in-law."
"Oh, so your brother's getting married?" John raised his eyebrows teasingly.
"No, I am, in July," said Molly shyly.
John stumbled back into his chair clutching his chest.
"Are you alright?" Molly asked concerned.
John sighed, "You've broken me heart."
"Not to mention the heart of every other wizard on the planet," George added.
Molly giggled.
Then Paul took her hand, "He's a lucky lad, whoever he is."
She nearly swooned.
"You're not old enough to get married, are you?" Ringo asked bringing her back to the present.
"I'm seventeen."
"Seventeen, eh?" John jumped up, "Well then this next song is for you."
The Beatles took the stage once again.
"She was just seventeen you know what I mean. And the way she looked was way beyond compare. Now all never dance with another Since I saw her standing there."