A/N – Ginny's full name has been changed. I didn't realize that it was Ginerva. Oops!
I will be using a bit of dialog from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone and Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. You'll all figure out where. I just wanted to add an extra disclaimer. Remember, I don't own anything!
Chapter Fourteen – The Burrow, Child Eight
"Owl post, dear," Molly called to Arthur. A few owls had flown into the house. She recognized four as Hogwarts owls. There was another that Molly didn't recognize. She took the letters and the owls flew off.
"Percy, Fred, George and Ron-your Hogwarts letters are here!" Molly cried. She could hear the pounding of feet come towards her from all different directions.
She opened up the parcel the fifth owl had brought. "Charlie sent us something, Arthur," she told her husband. She opened it up; it contained a wand. Curious, she read the letter.
Dear Mum,
I chipped the end of this wand. It still works okay, but I needed something stronger to work with the dragons. I thought you might find a use for it. Hope everyone's well. Love, Charlie
Molly sighed. She knew exactly what she would do with this wand. Wands were expensive; she would let Ron use this for a few years. Already, Molly was trying to plan for next year, when Ginny would start Hogwarts. They would have five children at Hogwarts for two years. Money would be very, very tight.
Percy reached the kitchen first. He never seemed to be outside with his brothers, always was upstairs in his room, reading. "Thanks, Mum," he said as he opened his letter.
Molly watched him read, and saw a look of pride on his face. "I've been made a prefect, Mum," Percy said, standing a little taller.
He took out the prefect badge and showed it to her.
"Oh, Percy!" she cried. "How wonderful. I'm so proud of you!"
Arthur got up from the living room and put his hand on Percy's shoulder, "Good show son."
Fred and George showed up at just that moment. They looked at each other. "Percy's a prefect?" they asked in unison, as Percy pinned the badge onto his t-shirt.
"Yes, you two. You'd better be on your best behavior. Or you'll be in trouble," Percy said sternly.
"You mean our best trouble making behavior, right?" Fred mocked.
"Of course that's what he meant, ol' man," George told his twin.
Percy's face turned red, "That's not what I mean," he stammered.
"Don't you boys give him any trouble, or you'll hear from me," she scolded. "Now Percy, you get a reward for this. What would you like?"
Percy gave Fred and George a superior look. "I'd love to get an owl of my own, Mum."
"An owl it will be!" Molly exclaimed.
Ron and Ginny ran in from outside. "What's going on?" Ron asked.
Percy handed Ron his Hogwarts letter. Then he fished into the pocket of his t-shirt. "Ron, since you've been a good little brother, I'd like to give you Scabbers." He shot a evil look at the twins. "I don't need him anymore, because I'm getting an owl." And then he stomped up to his room.
"I think you said something that offended him, twin," George said to Fred.
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"Ron, let's you and I have a chat," Molly asked her youngest son.
Ron groaned. "What'd I do this time, Mum?" he sighed.
"You're not in trouble, Ron. Why would you assume you're in trouble?" she asked, bewildered.
He shrugged, "I dunno."
"I heard you complaining to one of your brothers yesterday about your wand," Molly said.
Ron turned bright red. "I'm sorry, Mum. I didn't know you were around.
"I have something I'd like to give you," she said quietly. Molly took out her father's chess set. Ron had been using it for a while. Out of all of her children, he was by far the best chess player.
He looked at the board longingly. "I love that set, especially the white bishop."
"Well, Ron," she said, "I'd like you to have it."
He looked up at her quickly. "Me?" he asked.
Molly smiled and nodded, "Yes, you. My father was a wonderful chess player. He'd be pleased to know that his set went to another capable player."
"He must have been a good man, Mum," Ron said quietly, "It would have been nice to have known him."
Molly felt a tear fall down her cheek. "It would have," she said, wiping her cheek, "It would have."
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Molly was running through the King's Cross Station with Percy, the twins, Ron and Ginny. Hogwarts Express would be leaving soon. "Now, what's the platform number?" she asked, knowing quite well what it was.
"Nine and three quarters!" Ginny yelled, "Mom, can't I go..."
Molly shook her head and watched Percy, Fred and George go through the barrier. Ron gulped and took a step towards the wall when...
"Excuse me," a small boy interrupted. He was all by himself, pushing a trolley. Molly wondered how his parents could have left him here alone. The boy ran his hand through his hair once and Molly caught a glimpse of what she thought was a scar on his forehead. She shook her head. He couldn't possibly be who she thought he was.
The boy was quite polite and Molly showed him how to get through to platform nine and three quarters. Molly watched him disappear. A moment later, she and Ginny ran through the barrier.
"Please Mum! I want to go with. Why can't I start now?" Ginny pleaded.
"Ginerva Molly Weasley, stop asking this minute," Molly said softly. The children had learned that if Molly used their full name, they should stop asking questions.
Molly watched her sons put their luggage on the train. They all came back dutifully to say good-bye.
"Hey, Mum, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?" Fred asked eagerly.
"You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?" George continued.
Molly sighed, "Who?" she asked.
"Harry Potter!"
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The school year went by very quickly. Before Molly knew it, her children were home again, making a great deal of noise.
"Why hasn't Harry written us, you think?" Ginny asked Ron one day.
Ron shrugged, "He lives with muggles. Maybe they don't let him."
"Was he as nice as everyone says he was, Ron?" Ginny asked.
"Nah, he could be a git when he wanted. Stop asking!" Ron yelled and walked away.
Ginny stood there for a moment, then fled outside.
Molly and Arthur had watched this exchange from the living room. "I'm getting worried about Harry, Arthur. He really should have replied to Ron by now."
Arthur nodded. "I know Ron said Harry has some trouble with the muggles. Maybe we should try to pick him up ourselves. Introduce ourselves to the muggles."
Molly brightened. "That's a wonderful idea, Arthur. You better get some sleep." Arthur was going to be going on some raids tonight.
Hours later, the children were in bed and Arthur had left for the night. Molly herself was sleeping. A very odd dream woke her up suddenly. Whenever Molly woke up in the middle of the night, she liked to do quick checks on the rest of the family.
First was Percy's room. He was sleeping, his prefect badge on his bedside table. Next she went to the twin's room. Her heart stopped. Both beds where empty. She ran to Ron's room. His bed was empty as well.
Molly was in a panic. She ran to her bedroom and threw on her dressing gown. The clock, she had to get to the clock. She went downstairs as fast as she could. Staring at the grandfather clock, she saw that Fred, George and Ron's hands were all pointing towards traveling. Traveling? Molly thought. Then it hit her.
Stomping outside, she threw open the door to Arthur's shed. Molly clutched her heart, the car was gone. Her idiot sons had taken the car. She cursed herself for letting Arthur show the twins how to drive.
Molly marched back inside and changed into her robes. She was still steaming inside. She couldn't believe the boys had taken the car without permission. She threw a glance at the clock. None of the hands pointed at "mortal peril," at least. "Not yet," Molly fumed.
A few hours later, Molly watched the sky in amazement as the Ford Anglia dropped from the sky. Molly banged her hand on the counter, upset that Arthur had lied to her. He never said that he had enchanted the car.
The boys were sneaking out of the car and Molly marched straight up to them. She had gotten used to her boys being taller than her, but right now, she felt ten feet tall.
"Beds Empty! No note! Car gone - could have crashed - out of my minds with worry - did you care? - never, as long as I've lived - you wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy – "
"Perfect Percy," muttered Fred.
"YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY'S BOOK!" Molly yelled. She screamed at them for what seemed like an hour, but it really was only a few minutes. She stopped yelling when she realized she needed a glass of water.
"I'm very pleased to see you, Harry," Molly told the boy. And she was. Harry had been such a good friend for Ron. "Come and have some breakfast."
The rest of the summer was going to be interesting.
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"Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny and Harry get down stairs this instant!" cried Molly from the landing of the stairs.
Today had been an extremely disorganized day. They needed to leave for the King's Cross station as soon as possible. This year, Arthur had persuaded her to let him drive the family. They had a long drive ahead of them.
"Why aren't you lot downstairs yet?" she cried again.
Just then, her children started running down the stairs. Together, they all brought the trunks to the car. When all was said and done, Molly was quite amazed at how roomy the car was. They might have to travel this way more often, she thought.
After three false attempts, they finally left for the station. They were running very, very late. All eight of them ran through the station with their trolleys. They must have made quite a sight.
When Molly passed through the barrier, she finally felt at ease. They made it!
"Have you seen Ron and Harry, dear?" Arthur asked.
"They were right behind us, Arthur. They must have gotten on the train already. It is about to leave," Molly replied.
"You would have thought they would have said good-bye," Arthur said.
Molly took his arm, "Maybe they did and we didn't hear them," she said. The train was barreling out of sight. Molly, Arthur and a handful of other parents strolled through the barrier again to get back into the station.
She decided to indulge Arthur and let him buy a muggle newspaper from a vendor. It took him over five minutes to decide which paper he wanted to buy. Five more minutes to figure out the correct change. Finally, they walked outside to drive home.
They both stopped in their tracks. The car wasn't there.
"Didn't you park the car here, Arthur?" Molly asked in a high-pitched voice.
Arthur looked at Molly, at where the car should be and then back at Molly. "I know this is where I left it," he whispered.
"What should we do?" Molly asked, "Was it stolen?"
Arthur shook his head, "I don't know, Molly." Together they walked into an alley so that no one would notice when they apparated home.
Later that night, an official Hogwarts owl flew into the house. Molly got to the letter before Arthur did. Her face turned whiter and whiter as she read the letter. She simply handed the parchment to Arthur when she was done.
When Arthur finished, he closed the letter and put it down on the table. Molly was shaking with fury. Arthur opened his mouth to say something, but another owl entered the house.
"This one's from the Ministry," Arthur whispered. He read the letter in silence and then handed it to his wife.
Molly scanned the letter and slammed it down on the table. Arthur jumped. "Dear, where's my howler paper?" she asked quietly.
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"Molly, you shouldn't be worried," Arthur said, trying to calm her.
"But there have been so many attacks, Arthur! What if one of our children is next?" she cried.
"Well, I hate to say this out loud, Molly, but look at who's been attacked. It's only muggle borns," Arthur said softly.
"We've met Hermione!" Molly exclaimed. "She was such a nice, sweet tempered girl."
"I'm not saying she wasn't," Arthur started, but was cut off by a head appearing in their fire. It was Professor McGonagall.
Molly went closer to the fire. "Hello, Minerva. How are you?" she asked pleasantly. "What have Fred and George done this time?"
"Molly, Arthur, I'm afraid I have some terrible news," Professor McGonagall said. Molly felt her heart skip a beat.
"What is it?" Molly whispered. She could feel Arthur putting his arms around her.
"It's Ginny."
"She's been attacked!?" Molly cried.
"She was taken into the Chamber of Secrets itself," Professor McGonagall told them.
Molly buried her head in Arthur's shoulder.
"We'll be at Hogwarts in just a few minutes," Arthur said. Molly didn't trust herself to speak. Her baby girl could be dead this very instant.
Molly didn't remember the trip over to Hogwarts. They waited in Professor McGonagall's office, hoping for some news. All they knew was that Gilderoy Lockhart was going into the Chamber to try to save Ginny.
"Wouldn't want anyone else," Molly said weakly, "Brilliant man, that Lockhart."
The minutes turned into an hour. Molly got up out of her chair and sat down in front of the fire. She felt very, very cold inside. A minute later, the door opened and Harry, Ron and Ginny walked into the room.
"Ginny!" Molly cried and went to hug her daughter. She had never felt so relived in all of her life. She hugged her tighter, "Mum," she heard Ginny gasp.
Molly let Ginny go and brought Ron and Harry into her arms. "You saved her! You saved her! How did you do it?" Molly sobbed. Ron and Harry escaped from her grasp. Molly felt like she needed to hug someone, so she gently wrapped her arms around her daughter once more.
They were then all told the story of how Ginny ended up in the Chamber. Molly had to wipe tears from her eyes. Her baby had been possessed by you-know-who. This would take a while to heal. Molly felt that she had failed her daughter in some way.
Professor Dumbledore suggested that Ginny should go to the hospital wing. Molly, Arthur and Ginny quietly left the room. When they stepped into the hallway, Ginny slipped her hand into Molly's. "I'm sorry, Mum," she said softly.
Molly stopped. "You have nothing to be sorry about, Ginny," Molly brought her in for another hug. "I love you very much," Molly told her daughter.
"I love you too," Ginny sobbed into Molly's robes. Molly made a promise right then. She would do anything in her power to make sure her children were safe.
I will be using a bit of dialog from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone and Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. You'll all figure out where. I just wanted to add an extra disclaimer. Remember, I don't own anything!
Chapter Fourteen – The Burrow, Child Eight
"Owl post, dear," Molly called to Arthur. A few owls had flown into the house. She recognized four as Hogwarts owls. There was another that Molly didn't recognize. She took the letters and the owls flew off.
"Percy, Fred, George and Ron-your Hogwarts letters are here!" Molly cried. She could hear the pounding of feet come towards her from all different directions.
She opened up the parcel the fifth owl had brought. "Charlie sent us something, Arthur," she told her husband. She opened it up; it contained a wand. Curious, she read the letter.
Dear Mum,
I chipped the end of this wand. It still works okay, but I needed something stronger to work with the dragons. I thought you might find a use for it. Hope everyone's well. Love, Charlie
Molly sighed. She knew exactly what she would do with this wand. Wands were expensive; she would let Ron use this for a few years. Already, Molly was trying to plan for next year, when Ginny would start Hogwarts. They would have five children at Hogwarts for two years. Money would be very, very tight.
Percy reached the kitchen first. He never seemed to be outside with his brothers, always was upstairs in his room, reading. "Thanks, Mum," he said as he opened his letter.
Molly watched him read, and saw a look of pride on his face. "I've been made a prefect, Mum," Percy said, standing a little taller.
He took out the prefect badge and showed it to her.
"Oh, Percy!" she cried. "How wonderful. I'm so proud of you!"
Arthur got up from the living room and put his hand on Percy's shoulder, "Good show son."
Fred and George showed up at just that moment. They looked at each other. "Percy's a prefect?" they asked in unison, as Percy pinned the badge onto his t-shirt.
"Yes, you two. You'd better be on your best behavior. Or you'll be in trouble," Percy said sternly.
"You mean our best trouble making behavior, right?" Fred mocked.
"Of course that's what he meant, ol' man," George told his twin.
Percy's face turned red, "That's not what I mean," he stammered.
"Don't you boys give him any trouble, or you'll hear from me," she scolded. "Now Percy, you get a reward for this. What would you like?"
Percy gave Fred and George a superior look. "I'd love to get an owl of my own, Mum."
"An owl it will be!" Molly exclaimed.
Ron and Ginny ran in from outside. "What's going on?" Ron asked.
Percy handed Ron his Hogwarts letter. Then he fished into the pocket of his t-shirt. "Ron, since you've been a good little brother, I'd like to give you Scabbers." He shot a evil look at the twins. "I don't need him anymore, because I'm getting an owl." And then he stomped up to his room.
"I think you said something that offended him, twin," George said to Fred.
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"Ron, let's you and I have a chat," Molly asked her youngest son.
Ron groaned. "What'd I do this time, Mum?" he sighed.
"You're not in trouble, Ron. Why would you assume you're in trouble?" she asked, bewildered.
He shrugged, "I dunno."
"I heard you complaining to one of your brothers yesterday about your wand," Molly said.
Ron turned bright red. "I'm sorry, Mum. I didn't know you were around.
"I have something I'd like to give you," she said quietly. Molly took out her father's chess set. Ron had been using it for a while. Out of all of her children, he was by far the best chess player.
He looked at the board longingly. "I love that set, especially the white bishop."
"Well, Ron," she said, "I'd like you to have it."
He looked up at her quickly. "Me?" he asked.
Molly smiled and nodded, "Yes, you. My father was a wonderful chess player. He'd be pleased to know that his set went to another capable player."
"He must have been a good man, Mum," Ron said quietly, "It would have been nice to have known him."
Molly felt a tear fall down her cheek. "It would have," she said, wiping her cheek, "It would have."
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Molly was running through the King's Cross Station with Percy, the twins, Ron and Ginny. Hogwarts Express would be leaving soon. "Now, what's the platform number?" she asked, knowing quite well what it was.
"Nine and three quarters!" Ginny yelled, "Mom, can't I go..."
Molly shook her head and watched Percy, Fred and George go through the barrier. Ron gulped and took a step towards the wall when...
"Excuse me," a small boy interrupted. He was all by himself, pushing a trolley. Molly wondered how his parents could have left him here alone. The boy ran his hand through his hair once and Molly caught a glimpse of what she thought was a scar on his forehead. She shook her head. He couldn't possibly be who she thought he was.
The boy was quite polite and Molly showed him how to get through to platform nine and three quarters. Molly watched him disappear. A moment later, she and Ginny ran through the barrier.
"Please Mum! I want to go with. Why can't I start now?" Ginny pleaded.
"Ginerva Molly Weasley, stop asking this minute," Molly said softly. The children had learned that if Molly used their full name, they should stop asking questions.
Molly watched her sons put their luggage on the train. They all came back dutifully to say good-bye.
"Hey, Mum, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?" Fred asked eagerly.
"You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?" George continued.
Molly sighed, "Who?" she asked.
"Harry Potter!"
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The school year went by very quickly. Before Molly knew it, her children were home again, making a great deal of noise.
"Why hasn't Harry written us, you think?" Ginny asked Ron one day.
Ron shrugged, "He lives with muggles. Maybe they don't let him."
"Was he as nice as everyone says he was, Ron?" Ginny asked.
"Nah, he could be a git when he wanted. Stop asking!" Ron yelled and walked away.
Ginny stood there for a moment, then fled outside.
Molly and Arthur had watched this exchange from the living room. "I'm getting worried about Harry, Arthur. He really should have replied to Ron by now."
Arthur nodded. "I know Ron said Harry has some trouble with the muggles. Maybe we should try to pick him up ourselves. Introduce ourselves to the muggles."
Molly brightened. "That's a wonderful idea, Arthur. You better get some sleep." Arthur was going to be going on some raids tonight.
Hours later, the children were in bed and Arthur had left for the night. Molly herself was sleeping. A very odd dream woke her up suddenly. Whenever Molly woke up in the middle of the night, she liked to do quick checks on the rest of the family.
First was Percy's room. He was sleeping, his prefect badge on his bedside table. Next she went to the twin's room. Her heart stopped. Both beds where empty. She ran to Ron's room. His bed was empty as well.
Molly was in a panic. She ran to her bedroom and threw on her dressing gown. The clock, she had to get to the clock. She went downstairs as fast as she could. Staring at the grandfather clock, she saw that Fred, George and Ron's hands were all pointing towards traveling. Traveling? Molly thought. Then it hit her.
Stomping outside, she threw open the door to Arthur's shed. Molly clutched her heart, the car was gone. Her idiot sons had taken the car. She cursed herself for letting Arthur show the twins how to drive.
Molly marched back inside and changed into her robes. She was still steaming inside. She couldn't believe the boys had taken the car without permission. She threw a glance at the clock. None of the hands pointed at "mortal peril," at least. "Not yet," Molly fumed.
A few hours later, Molly watched the sky in amazement as the Ford Anglia dropped from the sky. Molly banged her hand on the counter, upset that Arthur had lied to her. He never said that he had enchanted the car.
The boys were sneaking out of the car and Molly marched straight up to them. She had gotten used to her boys being taller than her, but right now, she felt ten feet tall.
"Beds Empty! No note! Car gone - could have crashed - out of my minds with worry - did you care? - never, as long as I've lived - you wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy – "
"Perfect Percy," muttered Fred.
"YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY'S BOOK!" Molly yelled. She screamed at them for what seemed like an hour, but it really was only a few minutes. She stopped yelling when she realized she needed a glass of water.
"I'm very pleased to see you, Harry," Molly told the boy. And she was. Harry had been such a good friend for Ron. "Come and have some breakfast."
The rest of the summer was going to be interesting.
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"Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny and Harry get down stairs this instant!" cried Molly from the landing of the stairs.
Today had been an extremely disorganized day. They needed to leave for the King's Cross station as soon as possible. This year, Arthur had persuaded her to let him drive the family. They had a long drive ahead of them.
"Why aren't you lot downstairs yet?" she cried again.
Just then, her children started running down the stairs. Together, they all brought the trunks to the car. When all was said and done, Molly was quite amazed at how roomy the car was. They might have to travel this way more often, she thought.
After three false attempts, they finally left for the station. They were running very, very late. All eight of them ran through the station with their trolleys. They must have made quite a sight.
When Molly passed through the barrier, she finally felt at ease. They made it!
"Have you seen Ron and Harry, dear?" Arthur asked.
"They were right behind us, Arthur. They must have gotten on the train already. It is about to leave," Molly replied.
"You would have thought they would have said good-bye," Arthur said.
Molly took his arm, "Maybe they did and we didn't hear them," she said. The train was barreling out of sight. Molly, Arthur and a handful of other parents strolled through the barrier again to get back into the station.
She decided to indulge Arthur and let him buy a muggle newspaper from a vendor. It took him over five minutes to decide which paper he wanted to buy. Five more minutes to figure out the correct change. Finally, they walked outside to drive home.
They both stopped in their tracks. The car wasn't there.
"Didn't you park the car here, Arthur?" Molly asked in a high-pitched voice.
Arthur looked at Molly, at where the car should be and then back at Molly. "I know this is where I left it," he whispered.
"What should we do?" Molly asked, "Was it stolen?"
Arthur shook his head, "I don't know, Molly." Together they walked into an alley so that no one would notice when they apparated home.
Later that night, an official Hogwarts owl flew into the house. Molly got to the letter before Arthur did. Her face turned whiter and whiter as she read the letter. She simply handed the parchment to Arthur when she was done.
When Arthur finished, he closed the letter and put it down on the table. Molly was shaking with fury. Arthur opened his mouth to say something, but another owl entered the house.
"This one's from the Ministry," Arthur whispered. He read the letter in silence and then handed it to his wife.
Molly scanned the letter and slammed it down on the table. Arthur jumped. "Dear, where's my howler paper?" she asked quietly.
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"Molly, you shouldn't be worried," Arthur said, trying to calm her.
"But there have been so many attacks, Arthur! What if one of our children is next?" she cried.
"Well, I hate to say this out loud, Molly, but look at who's been attacked. It's only muggle borns," Arthur said softly.
"We've met Hermione!" Molly exclaimed. "She was such a nice, sweet tempered girl."
"I'm not saying she wasn't," Arthur started, but was cut off by a head appearing in their fire. It was Professor McGonagall.
Molly went closer to the fire. "Hello, Minerva. How are you?" she asked pleasantly. "What have Fred and George done this time?"
"Molly, Arthur, I'm afraid I have some terrible news," Professor McGonagall said. Molly felt her heart skip a beat.
"What is it?" Molly whispered. She could feel Arthur putting his arms around her.
"It's Ginny."
"She's been attacked!?" Molly cried.
"She was taken into the Chamber of Secrets itself," Professor McGonagall told them.
Molly buried her head in Arthur's shoulder.
"We'll be at Hogwarts in just a few minutes," Arthur said. Molly didn't trust herself to speak. Her baby girl could be dead this very instant.
Molly didn't remember the trip over to Hogwarts. They waited in Professor McGonagall's office, hoping for some news. All they knew was that Gilderoy Lockhart was going into the Chamber to try to save Ginny.
"Wouldn't want anyone else," Molly said weakly, "Brilliant man, that Lockhart."
The minutes turned into an hour. Molly got up out of her chair and sat down in front of the fire. She felt very, very cold inside. A minute later, the door opened and Harry, Ron and Ginny walked into the room.
"Ginny!" Molly cried and went to hug her daughter. She had never felt so relived in all of her life. She hugged her tighter, "Mum," she heard Ginny gasp.
Molly let Ginny go and brought Ron and Harry into her arms. "You saved her! You saved her! How did you do it?" Molly sobbed. Ron and Harry escaped from her grasp. Molly felt like she needed to hug someone, so she gently wrapped her arms around her daughter once more.
They were then all told the story of how Ginny ended up in the Chamber. Molly had to wipe tears from her eyes. Her baby had been possessed by you-know-who. This would take a while to heal. Molly felt that she had failed her daughter in some way.
Professor Dumbledore suggested that Ginny should go to the hospital wing. Molly, Arthur and Ginny quietly left the room. When they stepped into the hallway, Ginny slipped her hand into Molly's. "I'm sorry, Mum," she said softly.
Molly stopped. "You have nothing to be sorry about, Ginny," Molly brought her in for another hug. "I love you very much," Molly told her daughter.
"I love you too," Ginny sobbed into Molly's robes. Molly made a promise right then. She would do anything in her power to make sure her children were safe.