Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.

All dialogue is taken from pages 589-590 of the UK edition of Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows.

The screams and shouts of curses filled the air with the ash and war cries as carnage ensured. Molly Weasley had never seen so much fighting; It was intense as Death Eaters and the defenders of Hogwarts moved to the Great Hall to avoid being trampled by the giants.

An hour ago, all had seemed lost. Many people had given their lives to defend Hogwarts including her son Fred. Harry Potter had gone to give himself up to Voldemort and returned dead in Hagrid's arms. This was the worst night of Molly's life- she had lost two children tonight. Whilst he was not hers, Harry was more than good as her son.

But Harry's death was the spark that made the defenders of Hogwarts fight back. Led by Neville Longbottom, they defied the Dark Lord and aided by the villagers of Hogsmeade, Centaurs of the Forbidden Forest and the House Elves of the Hogwarts Kitchens, it became a full-blown riot.

Molly didn't consider herself much of a duellist, so she skirted the edges of the Great Hall, helping shield the dead with Madam Pomfrey and her volunteers whilst watching the many duels play out in front of her.

She saw Dolohov fall to Flitwick with a scream, McNair slammed against the wall by Hagrid.

Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were running about, screaming for their son. Despite them being on opposite sides, Molly felt sorry for them. She knew what it was like to lose a son.

Every surviving member of her family was fighting. Bill was duelling three Death Eaters at once. She was surprised to see Charlie aiding the Centaurs and House Elves in taking down a very large Death Eater. Percy and Arthur were fighting side by side taking out the Minister for Magic, their feud put behind them.

George and Lee Jordon slammed Yaxley to the floor, the two of them looking odd without Fred. Ron and Neville Longbottom brought down Fenrir Greyback. Molly felt a sliver of savage pleasure at seeing the man who scarred Bill getting his comeuppance.

Voldemort was duelling Minerva McGonagall, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Horace Slughorn. Her old potions teacher was quite spry for his age as he held his own against Voldemort's assault. But even the three of them together couldn't finish Voldemort.

Bellatrix Lestrange was also duelling three people. Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger and- Ginny?

Molly's heart skipped a beat. Her daughter was in the thick of it, ferociously striking at Bellatrix who was doing her utmost to destroy her three opponents. It was at that moment when Molly realised that Ginny wasn't a little girl anymore- she was a woman in her own right.

In some ways, Molly could see her younger self in Ginny. She was fierce, full of life and fought like a lioness going toe to toe with Bellatrix who was looking furious that she couldn't defeat the three girls. She let out a snarl and a jet of green light shot from her wand heading straight for Ginny.

Molly froze in horror, time slowing down. Not Ginny! She had already lost her son. She can't lose her daughter as well. However, the Killing Curse missed her by inches. Molly should've been relieved that Ginny wasn't killed, but she felt as if a dam had burst in her chest. Ginny might've been a woman now, but she will always be Molly's daughter.

She couldn't let Ginny die. Molly was tired of feeling helpless. She had to do something.

"NOT MY DAUGHTER YOU BITCH!" Molly screamed, her voice echoing around the hall. As She ran at Bellatrix, she could've sworn that she had knocked into something solid. But that didn't matter now. She had to deal with the witch that tried to kill her daughter.

Bellatrix wheeled around, her eyes wide in astonishment. She saw Molly and laughed her head off. The sound of her derisive laughter caused Molly's blood to boil; It was time to teach her a lesson.

She barked at the girls to stand aside and once they were out of the way, Molly sent curse after curse at Bellatrix taking her by surprise. The smirk from her face soon vanished and it was replaced by a snarl and she sent a barrage of curses of her own.

The onslaught caused Molly to stagger back, but she quickly recovered. She had faced far worse temper tantrums from her children.

"No! Get back!" Molly shouted as a couple of people rushed in to help her. "She is mine!"

Molly didn't need help from others. This was between her and Bellatrix.

The ground was hot as the two battled it out. Bellatrix was a formidable opponent. Molly poured every bitter feeling into her duel, desperate to defeat her. No longer was she going to remain at home whilst her loved ones risked their lives, no longer was she going to feel helpless.

Nor was she helpless. She knew her fair share of curses and soon, she was certain that she was getting under Bellatrix's nose.

Bellatrix paused the duel, surveying Molly with those hideous gaunt eyes.

"What will happen to your children when I've killed you?" She asked Molly in a mocking tone, her evil eyes bulging madly. Their duel had rattled her. Why did she have to talk like a little girl? She was a grown woman for heaven's sake. "When Mummy has gone the same way as Freddie?"

Hot, molten fury erupted in Molly as that hag dared to mention Fred's name. She had spent the entire war dreading one of her family being killed, her Boggart even took the form of her dead family members.

Seeing Fred's body was like losing her brothers Fabian and Gideon all over again. She will not lose anyone else.

"YOU WILL NEVER TOUCH OUR CHILDREN AGAIN!" Molly screamed at the top of her voice.

With every ounce of her strength, Molly sent her curse at Bellatrix who was once again laughing nauseatingly at her.

This curse wasn't just for Fred. It was for all of the loved ones that were lost during the two wars. It was for her lost brothers, Fabian and Gideon, James, Lily and Harry Potter. Their sacrifices will never be forgotten, Sirius Black the innocent man, Frank and Alice Longbottom for their minds will never be the same again, Remus and Tonks who will leave behind their orphaned son.

It was the memory of all those people that drove Molly to keep fighting.

She was so blinded by rage that she didn't remember the curse that she used. It hit Bellatrix square in the chest and Bellatrix's eyes bulged with surprise, no longer laughing anymore, the joke clearly on her. At last, she fell.

There was a resounding cheer in the Great Hall. Molly didn't even know that she had attracted an audience.

There was a scream of fury and McGonagall, Kingsley and Slughorn went flying as Voldemort turned his wand on Molly, his red eyes full of rage. Molly braced herself for his wrath.

"Protego!" roared an all-too-familiar voice and a shield appeared between Molly and Voldemort.

Harry Potter had appeared in the Hall alive and well. It was a miracle. People cheered at Harry's reappearance but Harry's eyes were on Voldemort.

Ginny ushered Molly away as Harry and Voldemort began to circle one another. Duelling not with wands, but words. Molly like all the rest, waited with bated breath to see who would emerge victorious.

To be continued.