Disclaimer: I don't own the majority of these characters. I
own Mr., Mrs., Amelia and Gail Edwards. I own Faye Chaplin,
Richard Dunn, Justine Doyle and Wilbur Earthen.
A/N: Hope you enjoy this. I started looking for Molly/Arthur fics and really couldn't find any, which seems silly. So, I started my own. Keep in mind I'm really in love with my muse for this story already so it'll probably be a long fic.
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Amelia," Mrs. Edwards called to her oldest daughter, "wake up Molly, will you? I want her to get the mail." Amelia nodded and ran up the stairs toward her sister's room. Amelia self- consciously glanced at herself in the hallway mirror.
Her hair was coming out of its plait, red strands streaming down her face, framing it. She'd recently turned fifteen and with her petite frame, ivory face and pale blue eyes she was what most people called the family beauty. Her younger sister Gail was much taller and lankier and her hair was more yellow looking and stringy. Her face was sweet but her more obvious features made the thirteen-year-old witch look rather unfortunate. The youngest, Molly was short and kind of pudgy, but not obviously so.
Molly! Amelia had forgotten the reason she had even come upstairs. She opened the door to Molly's room, carefully not to trip over the sketches that littered the spacious bedroom. An old song by Darcus Denum, the wizard King of rock-and-roll was playing loudly on Molly's wireless as she slept soundly. Amelia began to sing along,
"You said you didn't know me, and I didn't know you, so I went to my cauldron for a potion I would brew to make you love me n that witchy way..."
Amelia trailed off as she reached Molly's bed. Amelia swiftly pulled off Molly's duvet, sheet, and expertly grabbed all three pillow's from beneath her sister's head.
"Ow!" Molly exclaimed as her head hit the rather firm mattress. "What'd you do that for?"
"Ah, get up, Molly, mum wants you to get your arse out of bed and get the mail." Amelia said as she went over to the wireless and turned the sound down. Molly sat up and yawned,
"Oh really, Ammy? Mum said to get my arse out of bed?" she grinned as she scratched her forearm lazily. Amelia's eyes narrowed,
"No, actually she said to get your fat arse out of bed so hop to it, will ya?" on that note she left the room, shutting the door firmly behind her. Molly pulled herself out of bed and opened her bureau, looking for something to wear. She pulled out a pair of green robes and pulled it on, she didn't even both with a bra even though she needed one. It made her feel ridiculously old and she wasn't.
She left her room and went downstairs, sliding down the banister. She went into the kitchen to get a glass of milk before getting the mail. She noticed the daily calendar hadn't changed itself again. It seemed to her that it needed replacing. She pulled yesterday's slip of the calendar off and it disintegrated just like it was supposed to do. Today's date gleamed bright and shiny: July 15th 1959. Molly downed her glass of milk and then ran to the other side of the kitchen where a few owls sat waiting for someone to take their mail.
She took their mail, gave them each a piece of bread (and gave one a payment) and sent them off one by one. Molly leafed through each letter and parcel; Daily Prophet, St. Mungo's hospital bill (from when Gail accidentally swallowed some Floo Powder), a letter to Amelia in Ford Screpper's handwriting and a Hogwarts letter to Amelia, Gail...and Molly!
"Yes!" Molly cried, "I knew I was magic! Gail and Amelia were wrong in saying I was squibbish." She ripped open the envelope, which contained her acceptance letter and a list of required textbooks and materials. "Mum! Dad! I got my Hogwarts letter!" Mr. and Mrs. Edwards didn't exactly hurry to the kitchen but when they did arrive downstairs with Amelia and Gail into there were hugs and congratulations and plans made for Diagon Alley that very day.
"Best get it done early," Molly's mother said, "Hundreds of children and their parents wait until a week before school. I wouldn't hear of it!" So, all of them traveled to Diagon Alley in search of their school supplies and perhaps even a meal.
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"Hello?" Molly called out quietly as she stepped into the dusty shop. She set all her parcels and bags down. Her mum had sent her in here as the last task before lunch and she was a bit frightened of the whole prospect. "I'm here for a wand."
A small man with rather creepy eyes stepped out from behind the shelves that littered the back of the shop,
"That is to be expected. My name is Mr. Ollivander," the man said, placing his hands on the front counter. Molly blushed,
"Oh, sorry...I'm Molly Edwards, I'll be starting Hogwarts this September," she explained.
"Ah, any relation to Lana Edwards?" Mr. Ollivander asked.
"Erm, yes, she's my cousin."
"Then you would be Amelia and Gail's sister?"
"Yes," Molly replied sighing. Mr. Ollivander nodded, and began to sort through a pile on his desk, finally picking up some measuring tape and ordering her to stretch her arms out so the tape could star measuring her. As it did Mr. Ollivander started making markings on a piece of paper and muttering to himself about how fickle the wand business could be.
"Now, if my calculations are correct, Miss Edwards you have a left wand hand."
"Yes, sir."
He pulled a wand from a box rather hurriedly, "6 inches, branch of a walnut tree, with thyme in it. Beautiful and bendy, try it out." Molly took it from him and feeling rather stupid, shook it around. Nothing happened.
"No. No, no. And this? Oak, 7 ½ inches, containing a single strip of water lily, give it a swish or two," Mr. Ollivander said lightly.
Molly was again handed a wand and she took it and waved it violently around. Just at that moment the door to the store opened and two boys entered, one was her age and the other one looked about a year or two older than her. A spark flew straight from her wand into the older boy's eye.
"Ow!"
Molly gasped, her hands flew to her mouth as she dropped the wand.
"Arthur are you alright?" the younger boy asked. Molly hurried right over, pushing her hair out of her eyes.
"Oh, no, I'm so sorry...I'm so embarrassed, please, let me help you..." Molly stammered. The boy called Arthur shook his head as he rubbed his eye. "Oh, you're just making it worse." Here she turned back to Mr. Ollivander, picking up the wand as she did. "You can wrap this up, Mr. Ollivander. I'll be right back." Molly grabbed Arthur by the arm and pulled him outside, sitting him down on the bench outside the ice cream parlor.
Molly pulled his hand away from his eye, tilting his head back, "I couldn't see properly in the shop. Oh, dear, it's so red and all my fault too." She leaned over and grabbed a parcel from her bag, "It's crystal, just keep it on your eye."
Arthur nodded, "Thanks."
Molly smiled weakly, "Don't mention it. I shouldn't have waved it around like that to begin with. I'm just so...let's just say I have no patience." She signed, "And a bad temper too," she added.
"Ah, the curse of the redhead," he said indicating his own red hair. "I'm Arthur Weasley by the way."
"Molly Edwards."
"I guess you're starting Hogwarts this year."
"Yeah...are you a second year?"
"Third. Gryffindor," he smiled proudly.
"Then, I guess you wouldn't know my sisters, they're both Ravenclaws."
"That's a shame," Arthur said, his eyes twinkling.
"Why is that?" Molly asked. Here, Arthur stood up and handed her the crystal.
Leaning close to her ear he said, " 'Cause then I guess you'll be one too." There was an uncomfortable moment of silence before Molly stood up,
"It was nice meeting you Arthur. I'll see you in September."
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"Doyle, Justine."
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Dunn, Richard."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Earthen, Wilbur."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Edwards, Molly."
Molly walked over to the stool and placed the hat on her head.
~So unlike your sisters, ~ the hat seemed to say. ~Not the bookish type, but a heart of gold, you've got. ~ The hat was silent for a moment before...
"GRYFFINDOR!" Molly threw a glance at Amelia and Gail who each gave her a shrug and a shake of the head. Molly sat down next to Richard Dunn and Faye Chaplin.
"Congrats," Faye said softly in an accent Molly recognized to be Irish. Faye was obviously a soft spoken girl, her thick brown hair spilled over her shoulders in waves but her face was innocent and waif-like.
"Thanks. You're Faye, right?"
"Yes, and you're Molly. Lovely name that is."
"Aw, thank you. Do you know anyone at Hogwarts?"
"No. Do you?"
"My sisters and cousins are all in Ravenclaw, but other than that, no."
"Molly?" Richard tapped her. "There's a boy over there who wants to know how his eye's looking." Molly glanced in the direction he was indicating. Arthur sat there, looking rather brash.
"Oh, of course," Molly murmured, "Well, Richard, you can tell him that it's still a little pink. I shouldn't think another look at it could hurt." Richard raised his eyebrows but passed the message on.
"I thought you didn't know anyone in Gryffindor," Faye said.
"He's just a boy I met in Diagon Alley," Molly replied.
Richard tapped her again, this time only pointing. Arthur was grinning madly and nodded at her. Molly took a sharp intake of breath. Blushing she sank down in her chair.
What was she getting into?
A/N: Hope you enjoy this. I started looking for Molly/Arthur fics and really couldn't find any, which seems silly. So, I started my own. Keep in mind I'm really in love with my muse for this story already so it'll probably be a long fic.
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Amelia," Mrs. Edwards called to her oldest daughter, "wake up Molly, will you? I want her to get the mail." Amelia nodded and ran up the stairs toward her sister's room. Amelia self- consciously glanced at herself in the hallway mirror.
Her hair was coming out of its plait, red strands streaming down her face, framing it. She'd recently turned fifteen and with her petite frame, ivory face and pale blue eyes she was what most people called the family beauty. Her younger sister Gail was much taller and lankier and her hair was more yellow looking and stringy. Her face was sweet but her more obvious features made the thirteen-year-old witch look rather unfortunate. The youngest, Molly was short and kind of pudgy, but not obviously so.
Molly! Amelia had forgotten the reason she had even come upstairs. She opened the door to Molly's room, carefully not to trip over the sketches that littered the spacious bedroom. An old song by Darcus Denum, the wizard King of rock-and-roll was playing loudly on Molly's wireless as she slept soundly. Amelia began to sing along,
"You said you didn't know me, and I didn't know you, so I went to my cauldron for a potion I would brew to make you love me n that witchy way..."
Amelia trailed off as she reached Molly's bed. Amelia swiftly pulled off Molly's duvet, sheet, and expertly grabbed all three pillow's from beneath her sister's head.
"Ow!" Molly exclaimed as her head hit the rather firm mattress. "What'd you do that for?"
"Ah, get up, Molly, mum wants you to get your arse out of bed and get the mail." Amelia said as she went over to the wireless and turned the sound down. Molly sat up and yawned,
"Oh really, Ammy? Mum said to get my arse out of bed?" she grinned as she scratched her forearm lazily. Amelia's eyes narrowed,
"No, actually she said to get your fat arse out of bed so hop to it, will ya?" on that note she left the room, shutting the door firmly behind her. Molly pulled herself out of bed and opened her bureau, looking for something to wear. She pulled out a pair of green robes and pulled it on, she didn't even both with a bra even though she needed one. It made her feel ridiculously old and she wasn't.
She left her room and went downstairs, sliding down the banister. She went into the kitchen to get a glass of milk before getting the mail. She noticed the daily calendar hadn't changed itself again. It seemed to her that it needed replacing. She pulled yesterday's slip of the calendar off and it disintegrated just like it was supposed to do. Today's date gleamed bright and shiny: July 15th 1959. Molly downed her glass of milk and then ran to the other side of the kitchen where a few owls sat waiting for someone to take their mail.
She took their mail, gave them each a piece of bread (and gave one a payment) and sent them off one by one. Molly leafed through each letter and parcel; Daily Prophet, St. Mungo's hospital bill (from when Gail accidentally swallowed some Floo Powder), a letter to Amelia in Ford Screpper's handwriting and a Hogwarts letter to Amelia, Gail...and Molly!
"Yes!" Molly cried, "I knew I was magic! Gail and Amelia were wrong in saying I was squibbish." She ripped open the envelope, which contained her acceptance letter and a list of required textbooks and materials. "Mum! Dad! I got my Hogwarts letter!" Mr. and Mrs. Edwards didn't exactly hurry to the kitchen but when they did arrive downstairs with Amelia and Gail into there were hugs and congratulations and plans made for Diagon Alley that very day.
"Best get it done early," Molly's mother said, "Hundreds of children and their parents wait until a week before school. I wouldn't hear of it!" So, all of them traveled to Diagon Alley in search of their school supplies and perhaps even a meal.
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"Hello?" Molly called out quietly as she stepped into the dusty shop. She set all her parcels and bags down. Her mum had sent her in here as the last task before lunch and she was a bit frightened of the whole prospect. "I'm here for a wand."
A small man with rather creepy eyes stepped out from behind the shelves that littered the back of the shop,
"That is to be expected. My name is Mr. Ollivander," the man said, placing his hands on the front counter. Molly blushed,
"Oh, sorry...I'm Molly Edwards, I'll be starting Hogwarts this September," she explained.
"Ah, any relation to Lana Edwards?" Mr. Ollivander asked.
"Erm, yes, she's my cousin."
"Then you would be Amelia and Gail's sister?"
"Yes," Molly replied sighing. Mr. Ollivander nodded, and began to sort through a pile on his desk, finally picking up some measuring tape and ordering her to stretch her arms out so the tape could star measuring her. As it did Mr. Ollivander started making markings on a piece of paper and muttering to himself about how fickle the wand business could be.
"Now, if my calculations are correct, Miss Edwards you have a left wand hand."
"Yes, sir."
He pulled a wand from a box rather hurriedly, "6 inches, branch of a walnut tree, with thyme in it. Beautiful and bendy, try it out." Molly took it from him and feeling rather stupid, shook it around. Nothing happened.
"No. No, no. And this? Oak, 7 ½ inches, containing a single strip of water lily, give it a swish or two," Mr. Ollivander said lightly.
Molly was again handed a wand and she took it and waved it violently around. Just at that moment the door to the store opened and two boys entered, one was her age and the other one looked about a year or two older than her. A spark flew straight from her wand into the older boy's eye.
"Ow!"
Molly gasped, her hands flew to her mouth as she dropped the wand.
"Arthur are you alright?" the younger boy asked. Molly hurried right over, pushing her hair out of her eyes.
"Oh, no, I'm so sorry...I'm so embarrassed, please, let me help you..." Molly stammered. The boy called Arthur shook his head as he rubbed his eye. "Oh, you're just making it worse." Here she turned back to Mr. Ollivander, picking up the wand as she did. "You can wrap this up, Mr. Ollivander. I'll be right back." Molly grabbed Arthur by the arm and pulled him outside, sitting him down on the bench outside the ice cream parlor.
Molly pulled his hand away from his eye, tilting his head back, "I couldn't see properly in the shop. Oh, dear, it's so red and all my fault too." She leaned over and grabbed a parcel from her bag, "It's crystal, just keep it on your eye."
Arthur nodded, "Thanks."
Molly smiled weakly, "Don't mention it. I shouldn't have waved it around like that to begin with. I'm just so...let's just say I have no patience." She signed, "And a bad temper too," she added.
"Ah, the curse of the redhead," he said indicating his own red hair. "I'm Arthur Weasley by the way."
"Molly Edwards."
"I guess you're starting Hogwarts this year."
"Yeah...are you a second year?"
"Third. Gryffindor," he smiled proudly.
"Then, I guess you wouldn't know my sisters, they're both Ravenclaws."
"That's a shame," Arthur said, his eyes twinkling.
"Why is that?" Molly asked. Here, Arthur stood up and handed her the crystal.
Leaning close to her ear he said, " 'Cause then I guess you'll be one too." There was an uncomfortable moment of silence before Molly stood up,
"It was nice meeting you Arthur. I'll see you in September."
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"Doyle, Justine."
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Dunn, Richard."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Earthen, Wilbur."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Edwards, Molly."
Molly walked over to the stool and placed the hat on her head.
~So unlike your sisters, ~ the hat seemed to say. ~Not the bookish type, but a heart of gold, you've got. ~ The hat was silent for a moment before...
"GRYFFINDOR!" Molly threw a glance at Amelia and Gail who each gave her a shrug and a shake of the head. Molly sat down next to Richard Dunn and Faye Chaplin.
"Congrats," Faye said softly in an accent Molly recognized to be Irish. Faye was obviously a soft spoken girl, her thick brown hair spilled over her shoulders in waves but her face was innocent and waif-like.
"Thanks. You're Faye, right?"
"Yes, and you're Molly. Lovely name that is."
"Aw, thank you. Do you know anyone at Hogwarts?"
"No. Do you?"
"My sisters and cousins are all in Ravenclaw, but other than that, no."
"Molly?" Richard tapped her. "There's a boy over there who wants to know how his eye's looking." Molly glanced in the direction he was indicating. Arthur sat there, looking rather brash.
"Oh, of course," Molly murmured, "Well, Richard, you can tell him that it's still a little pink. I shouldn't think another look at it could hurt." Richard raised his eyebrows but passed the message on.
"I thought you didn't know anyone in Gryffindor," Faye said.
"He's just a boy I met in Diagon Alley," Molly replied.
Richard tapped her again, this time only pointing. Arthur was grinning madly and nodded at her. Molly took a sharp intake of breath. Blushing she sank down in her chair.
What was she getting into?