A/N: The first of five chapters to celebrate one year of this fanfic.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all related characters and setting belong to J. K. Rowling.
Chapter Twenty-Eight- (Weasley,) Molly
Maybe I hadn't thought this through. She might not have been there herself but there were still four of her children in the hall. Two looking like they were curious in finding out what I was saying. One looking furious and one looking embarrassed.
"(Weasley,) Molly." The deputy-Headteacher told me.
You had lunch then?
What do you mean?
I just meant that you are a bit plump. That's all.
Mind you're own business.
Why should I?
I said so.
Why would I listen to you.
I could cause you a lot of trauma if you don't.
Really?
Yes.
You would make a good mother you know.
What?
A good mother. You could threaten your kids into doing what you said. You already knew that though.
What?
I haven't met many eleven year olds who have 'have kids' on their list of goals.
So?
Nothing. Don't get so tetchy. I was just pointing out.
Well don't.
Fine. Hang on, I'll do whatever I want! 'I said, realising who I was.'
"GRYFFINDOR!" I called out.
I was right after all, she did want to have kids. If she saw as many of them as I did then she would have probably changed her mind. She has almost seen as many kids as I have though I suppose. I scoured the hall for my next victim... Subject to tell about. My eyes fell onto someone and the sorting came flooding back to me. Dean Thomas.