HP: Could you do a Harry Potter one of Molly X Arthur where Molly is depressed after Fred's death and Arthur tries to make her feel better
A/N: How could you ask for something SO sad and emotionally terrifying to write?! Siriusly the only reason why I didn't cry over the keyboard was because I chose upbeat music as I wrote this.
Welp, ask and ye shall recieve! Enjoy! (or well, not really because this is kinda sad but whatever..)
There was his body, lying there, motionless, his last laugh etched on his face…..
Molly let loose a scream as she burst into tears.
"Oh Fred…" she whispered.
Molly felt another movement on the other side of her marriage bed as Arthur woke up and turned the lamp on and put on his horn rimmed glasses.
"Molly? Are you okay?"
"Oh Arthur, why did he have to leave so soon?!" Molly wailed as Arthur hugged her and gulped, as a few tears spilled down his eyes.
"I-I don't know Molly….Maybe we won't know right now….but we have to continue on, for him….Fred wouldn't want this, dear….." Arthur whispered as he lifted Molly's chin and gazed at her lovingly and brushed away the tears with his thumb.
"We're going to be okay Molly, I promise." he mumbled as he gave her a kiss and Molly gulped and nodded.
But Molly wasn't going to have it. For the love of God! Her son had been taken away from her!
Teddy Lupin lost his parents!
She lost her son!
Her son!
When she had held each of her children in her arms she swore to protect them and care for them. And when she met Harry, she swore to protect and care deeply for those who lost their parents.
She despised Voldemort and his followers.
They took away her brothers and now, his son.
Molly wasn't having it.
As the days went by, she didn't feel like cooking, or cleaning or even listening to Celestina Warbeck.
Everything just felt and looked so dull.
"Molly!"
She snapped and jumped as her husband, Arthur, came into focus.
"Molly, you're not yourself, you've stopped doing things, Percy and Ron have decided to care for the chores, Harry and Ginny have come as well to help you out. But Molly, you're not doing well, what's wrong?" Arthur cried, his voice full of concern.
Molly didn't say anything.
"Molly, please tell me what's wrong!" Arthur cried, his voice cracking with despair.
This time Molly couldn't hold it any longer.
"It's FRED! ARTHUR! WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE?!" cried Molly as tears slipped down from her eyes and she collapsed to her knees.
"Molly, I-" began Arthur.
"Why! Why!….." she wailed as more tears slipped down her eyes as Arthur hugged her.
"Maybe he died for a reason…" began Arthur as Molly was about to intervene but he shook his head.
"Listen to me, maybe he died for a reason, it-it might not be as c-c-c-clear right now, but maybe, maybe one day it will be. Maybe one day we'll understand why he died. Maybe it was to bring us closer and yes, I know it's unfair because why did all of this happen? Why did Fred's death have to be the one thing to unite us all? I don't know. But Molly, I-I can't have you like this. Every day it pains me as I come to work and I don't see your smile, your cheerfulness. You're my wife and I love you. Molly, I want you to know that we're all hurting, and I know for you it must be just as hard as for George, George who lost his twin and you who lost your son, the son whom you gave birth to and took care of, defended and loved no matter what. Molly, you need to go to therapy, what you have is depression, the reason why you can't do anything, the reason why you aren't happy, the reason why everything looks and feels dull. Molly, please…" Arthur cried softly.
"Alright Arthur…" Molly whispered.
Molly went to therapy in St. Mungos for a few months as she gushed and talked about everything, from her deepest fears, to her cooking.
At first she had been quite hesitant but after a convincing of every single one of her children, including Harry and Hermione, she went.
George also went with her as they both talked to a different therapist and every day they came out feeling more content and with a huge weight lifted.
Arthur was glad Molly was coming back a bit more content day by day.
They'd miss Fred, but they always knew that he was with them always.
A/N: *begins sobbing* I HATE YOU ROWLING FOR KILLING OFF FRED! CATCH ME IN MY GRAVE CRYING OVER HIS DEATH!
(Did u like the pun? Eh, eh!?)
