Ginny Weasley came home after a day at Diagon Alley with her brothers to find her aging mother standing in the kitchen, bent over the sink, her tears dripping one by one into the stone basin. She dropped her bag of brand-new books on the floor and rushed over to her mother.

"What's the matter, Mum?" She asked earnestly.

"It's no use," Molly Weasley wept, wiping her tears away only to bawl even harder. "You'll never understand. But, thank you for your concern, dear," she smiled through her hiccoughing.

"Try me," Ginny smiled at her mother encouragingly. She embraced her elder in a warm hug, and sat her down at the kitchen table.

I wish I could do better by

you cause that's what you deserve.
You sacrifice so much of your life

in order for this to work.

The resemblance between mother and daughter was striking, even as the both of them cried quietly together.

Molly Weasley poured her heart out to her only female companion and daughter.

"It's so hard living without Fred," She confessed between hiccoughs of distress. "Every time I see George, it just –" she placed her head in her hands. "-it's heart-wrenching."

Ginny nodded. She didn't trust her voice due to the sympathetic knot welling up in her throat, but she knew how it felt.

"And your father-" she bawled even harder. "It's like he's not even my husband anymore, he's just a man who lives here. He's so absorbed in his work that he has no time for me, never mind for you and your brothers. You can't even call it a marriage anymore-"

"Oh mum," Ginny's voice cracked with emotion, and buried her face in her mothers shoulder, and held her tight.

Well I'm off chasing my own dreams;

sailing around the world,
Please know that I'm yours to keep

my beautiful girl.
When you cry a piece of my heart dies,

knowing that I may have been the cause.

For some time, they cried and consoled each other.

It made Ginny's heart ache to have been so ignorant of her mother's sorrows, when she could have been helping to resolve them.

"Mum, next time you come straight to me and tell me," Ginny told her loving parent, wiping her tears from her wrinkles with a thumb. "I'll always be here for you."

Molly nodded. "I should have told you before," she sighed unhappily.

"All you have to do is Floo me," Ginny said pointedly. "Just a whirling vortex away," she said quietly.

Molly giggled just as quietly.

If you were to leave, fulfill someone else's dreams,
I think I might totally be lost.
You don't ask for no diamonds rings, no delicate strings of pearls,
That's why I wrote this song to sing, my beautiful girl.

"I love you, Ginevra," She smiled at her daughter, her wrinkles forming at the edges of her eyes; it reminded Ginny of how all her memories of her mother were of her either yelling or smiling. "I'm so proud of the beautiful young woman you've become, and the person you're growing to be."

"Thanks, Mum," Ginny said shyly. "I owe it all to you, and your wonderful traits."

"No," Molly said, almost a little sadly. "You're not at all like me, and to a point I'm glad."

"Why?"

"Because I know you're smarter than me, and you deserve better than this," Molly gestured to the chaotic home.

Ginny looked at her parent sadly. "I've always loved The Burrow, Mum, you know that."

Molly smiled sorrowfully back. "Yes."

Ginny hugged and kissed her mother once more. "I love you too, Mom. Please don't let any of this get you down; if it does, I'm just a Floo away."

Author: Again, song by City & Colour. Just another perspective on the song. I added a few bits of my own experience into this piece as well. Read and review, please.