AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This follow-up to "Arthur's Letter" was inspired by comments made to me in the original posting of the aforementioned short bit when it was first published on my livejournal. For those who've previously read this and those of you who've just recently discovered it as well, I hope that you will find this to be a satisfactory response to the initial letter...remember—(some of) you did ask for it after all!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
Dearest Arthur,
I know full well that you won't find this—it's been too many years since you decided to end things for both yourself and for "us" after all. But I felt a need, just now, as I near the end of my own years (by natural means) to commit my last thoughts to written words for the sake of posterity.
As I look back on it presently, and reading over the letter (and thoughts therein) which you bequeathed to us, I have thusly decided that I shall frame this last, my own response accordingly...
So—even at the very last, you clung to the foolish belief that you're tinkering with all of that Muggle nonsense could have done some good: HA! You never really were the sharpest knife in the drawer were you? And to think that I MYSELF could have had Lucius Malfoy (way back when), but you just HAD to out-do him in bed...
But, as you said in your own last words, on to the kids, eh? Because even though you've made your own feelings toward them ABUNDANTLY clear, I feel the need to update you, wherever you may be looking down (or up?) on us from, as to how they've fared over the years:
I'll start with Bill, seeing as you once did (and also since he's the oldest): thanks to you I did finally stop nagging him about that blasted pony-tail (which he still has, by the way)—something I know his wife Fleur was quite grateful for. None of his co-workers at the Ministry seem to care one way or the other about it—oh yes, he's been made Minister of Magic quite recently, didn't you know?
Charlie: well, I hate to admit it, but I have to concede the point to you there—he was never really a favorite of mine either. Luckily for all of us he died in a tragic accident (or so they told me) on a dragon preserve in Beijing many years ago (something about a Chinese fireball and a shipment of amber-grise: I'm sure I don't really WANT to know...)
As to Percy—spot on with that! How did you know? He finally DID 'come out' to us all on his long held love for the Dark Lord (and in so doing was even credited with having ended the war)—they've become inseparable ever since and regularly inundate us all with odd sorts of gifts as well their love and greetings from Tahiti!
Fred and George—remember them, your FAVORITE sons? Well they were the most devastated by the loss of you of course. So much so it affected their business—they were forced to declare bankruptcy six months after (almost to the day) you died and I've been saddled with the pair of them living in the basement since. Haven't really been able to go anywhere or do any of the things I'd anticipated in the immediate aftermath of the freedom that the loss of you brought me, and I'm sure that you'd be quite happy to know that you did succeed in exacting some sort of revenge upon me there.
Ron has been—well, RON. After you died, he finally finished Hogwarts with those two friends of his Harry and Hermione. I won't go into much detail on that score except to say this: the three of them left for the Muggle world together. Your son changed his surname to "Jeremy" (how ridiculous—having two first names!) in addition to making certain permanent modifications to his overall physical appearance, and the three of them have been running a quite successful production company specializing in a certain type of Muggle product called "adult films"...
In closing (as you once did) I'll simply say here as to Ginny—she did marry the Malfoy boy after all and they have been living quite happily in Wiltshire with all of their five children nearby. The youngest turns twenty- three next month and the week after that, they'll be celebrating their thirty-fifth wedding anniversary.
And as it was this last bit that drove you to take the drastic measure you did once so very long ago, I'll end finally with this: I hope you've had adequate time to prepare and recuperate, Arthur Weasley, because if it wasn't one before, then I fully intend to commit MY afterlife to making YOUR'S an endless hell!
Sincerly (and with NO false affections),
Molly
This follow-up to "Arthur's Letter" was inspired by comments made to me in the original posting of the aforementioned short bit when it was first published on my livejournal. For those who've previously read this and those of you who've just recently discovered it as well, I hope that you will find this to be a satisfactory response to the initial letter...remember—(some of) you did ask for it after all!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
Dearest Arthur,
I know full well that you won't find this—it's been too many years since you decided to end things for both yourself and for "us" after all. But I felt a need, just now, as I near the end of my own years (by natural means) to commit my last thoughts to written words for the sake of posterity.
As I look back on it presently, and reading over the letter (and thoughts therein) which you bequeathed to us, I have thusly decided that I shall frame this last, my own response accordingly...
So—even at the very last, you clung to the foolish belief that you're tinkering with all of that Muggle nonsense could have done some good: HA! You never really were the sharpest knife in the drawer were you? And to think that I MYSELF could have had Lucius Malfoy (way back when), but you just HAD to out-do him in bed...
But, as you said in your own last words, on to the kids, eh? Because even though you've made your own feelings toward them ABUNDANTLY clear, I feel the need to update you, wherever you may be looking down (or up?) on us from, as to how they've fared over the years:
I'll start with Bill, seeing as you once did (and also since he's the oldest): thanks to you I did finally stop nagging him about that blasted pony-tail (which he still has, by the way)—something I know his wife Fleur was quite grateful for. None of his co-workers at the Ministry seem to care one way or the other about it—oh yes, he's been made Minister of Magic quite recently, didn't you know?
Charlie: well, I hate to admit it, but I have to concede the point to you there—he was never really a favorite of mine either. Luckily for all of us he died in a tragic accident (or so they told me) on a dragon preserve in Beijing many years ago (something about a Chinese fireball and a shipment of amber-grise: I'm sure I don't really WANT to know...)
As to Percy—spot on with that! How did you know? He finally DID 'come out' to us all on his long held love for the Dark Lord (and in so doing was even credited with having ended the war)—they've become inseparable ever since and regularly inundate us all with odd sorts of gifts as well their love and greetings from Tahiti!
Fred and George—remember them, your FAVORITE sons? Well they were the most devastated by the loss of you of course. So much so it affected their business—they were forced to declare bankruptcy six months after (almost to the day) you died and I've been saddled with the pair of them living in the basement since. Haven't really been able to go anywhere or do any of the things I'd anticipated in the immediate aftermath of the freedom that the loss of you brought me, and I'm sure that you'd be quite happy to know that you did succeed in exacting some sort of revenge upon me there.
Ron has been—well, RON. After you died, he finally finished Hogwarts with those two friends of his Harry and Hermione. I won't go into much detail on that score except to say this: the three of them left for the Muggle world together. Your son changed his surname to "Jeremy" (how ridiculous—having two first names!) in addition to making certain permanent modifications to his overall physical appearance, and the three of them have been running a quite successful production company specializing in a certain type of Muggle product called "adult films"...
In closing (as you once did) I'll simply say here as to Ginny—she did marry the Malfoy boy after all and they have been living quite happily in Wiltshire with all of their five children nearby. The youngest turns twenty- three next month and the week after that, they'll be celebrating their thirty-fifth wedding anniversary.
And as it was this last bit that drove you to take the drastic measure you did once so very long ago, I'll end finally with this: I hope you've had adequate time to prepare and recuperate, Arthur Weasley, because if it wasn't one before, then I fully intend to commit MY afterlife to making YOUR'S an endless hell!
Sincerly (and with NO false affections),
Molly