Installment number two.
Molly Weasley and her unusual clock
2. Clock
Molly Weasley has a clock. However, this clock is no ordinary clock; it has nine hands with the names of her family. There are also no numbers; instead, there are various places in which a Weasley family member may be.
"Hey, Mollywobbles!" Arthur howled from the front of the house. He came over to Molly and put his arm around her. "How are you? Did you hold up the fort?"
Molly smiled. "Why, of course!"
"Brilliant. You will never guess what happened at work today!"
"I'll bet it has to do something with a new Muggle contraption, but continue."
"Mol-ly! You never let me finish my stories!" Arthur playfully whined, grinning widely at his wife. "Have you been practicing Legilimency without me knowing? I'm hurt."
"No, of course not, silly. Now what were you saying about what you found a work?" Molly asked. They both walked about thirty feet into their living room and sat on a couch.
"Well, this man came in with this pricker thing that makes you bleed. People with Ditabitus use it for when…."
Molly glanced over at her clock. Arthur was currently over the spot of home. She wouldn't want it any other way.
Molly was tired; no, scratch that, exhausted. Fred and George had their eleventh birthday yesterday on no other than April Fools day. Molly chuckled to herself from how fitting it was.
"Mummy! What's so funny?" A small, red- haired Ginny asked her mother.
"Oh, nothing. It's getting quite late. Why don't you go brush your teeth?"
"Okay!"
Ginny ran off, up two flights of stairs and into the bathroom. Molly sighed aloud and looked up to the stairs in which Ginny had just run up. Her favorite clock showed her Head Boy's hand pointed towards school.
"It's where it should be." Molly muttered.
Bill would be graduated from Hogwarts already in a few months, off to become a curse-breaker for Gringotts. Her little boys and girl were growing up fast. Far too fast.
Molly did not like Hogwarts because it took her babies away from her. However, she loved it because it gave them so many opportunities in life.
'Plus,' Molly thought, 'they will meet people there. And that eventually leads to grandkids.'
Molly was in the kitchen making lunch for her two youngest children, Ron and Ginny. The two were talking animatedly about Hogwarts and the classes they were excited to take. They already knew that they had magic in them; Ginny made Percy's face turn green and Ron hung Fred and George by their foot when they hid his favorite Chudley Cannons t-shirt.
"I don't really want to take History of Magic, but I guess we have to. I heard that Professor Binns is really, really boring." Ron told his sister.
"Yeah. I don't really want to take Divination, either. Sounds really dumb."
Molly chuckled at her daughter and looked over at her clock. Soon their hands would be pointed at school with Charlie. She looked back over at Ron.
'Wait a minute…' Molly took a second look over at the clock. Fred and George's hands were not pointing at school like they should have been. The two were pointing at traveling. Only two times before had the twins' hands been at a different spot. Once when Fred had the Dragon Pox and the second a week later when George had the Dragon Pox and both had to go to the hospital.
'I wonder where they are traveling to right now that it points to traveling…' Molly thought.
In the back of her mind, she always knew they were exploring secret passageways because she knew her twins almost as well as they knew each other. Almost.
"… You see, and then he came in with this bewitched clock that cam in a random package at his door that when it got to midnight, it exploded! Then, there was this…" Arthur animatedly said, talking about work. Molly is normally a good listener, but she was currently spacing out. She looked over at her clock and saw that Charlie's hand was at work and not mortal peril.
'Good.' She thought. 'I hope he will be safe… Merlin forbid if anything happened to him.'
Seven Months Prior….
"Are you sure you want to do this, Charlie? It's very dangerous and you could easily play Quiddich, you know." Molly told her son.
"Yes, mum. I want to do this. Actually, I have to do this. It's my calling. It's what I was born to do. I get to fly all I want with dragons- it'll be great and I promise that I will be safe." Charlie tried to convince his mother.
"Well, alright, but I expect an owl from you every week to know that you are okay."
"Of course, mum."
Present…..
'He's fine. My baby boy is okay.' Molly thought.
"Molly? Prewett? Mollywobbles? Are you alright?" Arthur asked, genuinely concerned.
"Oh. Oh! Yes, yes of course. Now what was that you said again?"
"Well, this little boy came in- a few inches shorter than Ginny and about half a year younger- with a bewitched pair of trousers! The trousers would…"
Molly just grinned. Her boy and dragons. He always did love them; that was his first stuffed animal. It is the only toy that he had brought with him to Romania. Almost everyone didn't know that he still slept with that same stuffed animal, eighteen years after being given it.
Everyone, that is, except Molly.
Today, Molly just had a feeling that one of her children was hurting. All day, while she was in Diagon Alley, she felt something was wrong. She couldn't do anything about it until someone sent her a letter, though, because she would look very silly showing up at Hogwarts if nothing had happen. Thus, Molly was just biding her time until she could get home and checks out her clock for herself. At exactly 8:42, Molly walked into the Burrow and ran over to the space between the kitchen and living room. She arrived just in time to see Ginny's hand switch over from mortal peril to hospital. About ten seconds later, a barn owl flew in. Molly ripped the envelope open, knowing what it contained.
Molly,
Ginny is in the hospital wing. Will explain more later. Go ahead and Floo into Albus' office.
Minerva
Molly ran over into the fireplace, immediately shouting "Hogwarts!" and erupting into a puff of smoke. She arrived in the Headmaster's office, mind swirling wondering what had happened. Mother's intuition told her it was worse than the Twin's pranks or the time Charlie fell off his broom at two. A banister fall, possibly? By now, she had arrived at the hospital wing where her sons, Harry, Minerva McGonagall, and Poppy Pomfrey around her daughter.
"I'm afraid this will take a while to explain and Harry here is the only one who knew a lot of what happened. You see, your daughter was in the Chamber of Secrets…" McGonagall said, but after that, Molly was no longer listening. She could have died.
This is why Molly doesn't like hospitals: it can take away her whole family.
Molly was walking Arthur out of the house after lunch at home, when Molly glanced over at her clock. Thoroughly confused, she furrowed her brow and looked closer. No, her eyes weren't deceiving her. A hand was pointing at the one spot she hoped would never be used being pointed at with the least likely person: prison and Percy. He may have left the family months ago, but a mum still worries.
Little did she know that Percy was following the Minister around in Azkaban like an assistant who is like a lost puppy.
Molly glanced at her clock. It was supposed to be Ron's last year at Hogwarts this year. Eight hands now pointed at mortal peril, but for some reason, Molly's did not. Ron's hand then switched from mortal peril to lost.
'Ron's temper has probably made him storm out and now he can't find his way." She thought.
She was correct. Nobody knew Ron's temper as well as Molly, although Harry and Hermione are getting exceptionally close.
Throughout the whole war, Molly's hand had never strayed from home. Molly assumed that was because home was where the heart is. In that moment in which she saw Fred's cold, empty body, if she would have been home, she would have seen her hand turn to mortal peril. To Molly, that's about as close to mortal peril she can ever get even if dueling Voldemort himself because she has her family. Home is where the heart is. A piece of Molly's soul was ripped out of her.
Molly Weasley may be overprotective as shown by her clock, but she has a heart of gold with a spot reserved for every single person. When a spot becomes void, it will never, ever be filled.
Because losing a child, to Molly, is worse than death itself.
Whoa. That was... wow. I have a lot of respect for this woman. (Not my daughter, you [female dog]!) If there are problems with the timeline or errors, let me know! Remember to review! Next one should be Lily/James! :)