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A/N: I've been dying to write a Molly story for the longest time, and I'm leaving for Europe tomorrow so as a little goodbye gift to all of you epople I've written something. Not that you care or anything...please review.....It'll be such a nice coming home gift!
It was Christmas morning and I was surveying my living room, my full living room, more than full, bursting at the seams. I had six sons, one daughter, six daughters-in-law, one son-in-law and thirty-four grandchildren. It has been twenty years since my youngest, my little girl, Ginny, graduated Hogwarts, my oldest grandchild, Bill, my eldest, and his wife, Fleur's first daughter, Adrienne, is nineteen in two months, my youngest is Percy, my third last son, and his wife, Penelope's, second daughter, Katherine, who's only four weeks old. My husband, Arthur, died in the war against Voldemort twenty-one long years ago- I still miss him everyday, and I won't lie by saying that his namesake, Arthur James Potter, won't always have my a special place in my eyes
I'm sitting on the couch, in my own little corner, I'll wait until the frenzy stops to open my gifts, I'll open the ones from the children this morning and perhaps the ones from my children after theirs have gone to bed. As it is, I'm cuddled up with an afghan because of the chill of the morning, and little Katherine, Katie, as I call her under my breath when I don't think Percy and Penelope are listening- such a small child shouldn't be saddled with such a long name. The rest of them, except Adrienne and Abia (Charlie and his wife Najwa's first daughter) , the two oldest girls, who are only six days apart, are bouncing madly around the room. Their parents are sitting on the floor, mostly cross-legged, except for a very pregnant Angelina, who is trying desperately to sit in Fred's lap without crushing him.
My eyes zoom around the room, finding my children one by one.
Bill has just given Fleur her gift- a gorgeous sterling silver pendant in the shape of a rose that he has just placed around her neck. I've never quite understood Fleur's style of pajamas, that silky blue thing she's wearing cannot provide much heat, and how the mother of five (and intuition tells me it will be six very soon) can be that thin surpasses me quite entirely. I did not need to see a kiss that steamy passing between my son and his wife, thanks all the same Fleur. Bill closes his eyes before he speaks next, we're separated by thirty-one screaming children but I can tell he's saying 'I love you', he always tell Fleur he loves her with his eyes closed. I think it's quite endearing, everyone else thinks it a bit ridiculous and a bit suggestive, well, everyone in my family. Their moment is interrupted when their four children, the ones who wake before three in the afternoon, come bouncing over to them.
Margaux is seventeen and about to finish her years at Hogwarts, she's all Weasley, I'd like to think, with that radiant red hair and her blue eyes and freckles, but she does have Fleur's exotic personality, around her wrist is the necklace her boyfriend, Sandy Lockhart, gave her for Christmas this year, they've been dating since they were both fourteen. Currently she's showing off the new skirt her mother bought her too her father, who is shooting evil glances at his French wife, who is smiling back at him and turning on all her Veela charm, I doubt it will work on Bill after all these years, though.
Maurice is only a year younger than Margaux, but is about a foot shorter and has an entirely different personality, he's sweet, kind and he loves animals, Maurice inherited none of his mother's looks and with his flaxen blond hair, pale skin and gray eyes he jokes he could be invisible. But we love him because of his wonderful personality, he's always been such a shy child- when he came out of the closet (I believe that's the current term) last year he was so afraid we'd all hate him, but none of us could ever hate him for being the person he is. He's showing his youngest brother, Varden, how to hold the hamster Varden has gotten for Christmas, Varden is looking quite puzzled as too why he might squish it.
Dior is Fleur's little girl, she's only eleven, it's her first year at Hogwarts and she loves it, she looks just like Fleur and has her attitude as well- Fleur swears she's all Veela some days, I can't argue with that one. Dior is curled in her mother's lap speaking in rapid French, while her mother spits out something about speaking English when she's with the family because not everyone speaks French. Dior quickly switches languages, but I can tell which she prefers from the accentuation of her letters, Bill and Fleur live in wizarding Paris with their children, though they spend time in England so that the children know about both cultures.
Valerie and Varden are twins, both eight year-olds with dark auburn hair and thick smatterings of freckles. Valerie is a loudmouth and everyone says how much she acts like her father as a child, blunt and hyperactive, but she's hilarious. And the situations that child has managed to get herself into are quite terrifyingly complex. Varden is her polar opposite, calm, peaceful, helpful and quiet. They're still involved in being taught to hold the hamsters.