Skipped a lot ahead here... all the way to the end of the Battle of Hogwarts, just after, when Harry's talking to Ron and Hermione about the Elder wand and fixing his own.

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When you see her at her worst, Tell her she's beautiful

2nd May 1998

Molly's hair was dishevelled; dirt covered her face from the dust that had been kicked up by all the fighters; there was a cut on her forehead and dried blood down the right side of her face; several bruises covered her; bags were obvious under her eyes; you could see the tear tracks in the dust on her cheeks; her clothes were torn; and she had never been more stunning.

Arthur took her hand in his, looking with wonder at the explosive joy and sadness in her beautiful eyes.

They didn't need words to say it. He didn't need her to tell him how tired and overwhelmed she was. She didn't need to say she'd never get over loosing her baby. She didn't need to explain her fierce need to keep the others safe. It was written all over her face.

She leaned in a kissed him, slow and sweet. Arthur smiled and brushed back her hair, checking the cut on her forehead. I was still closed over from the spell she'd put on herself before.

As he searched her face again he found himself hungrier then ever for her. He wanted to spend every second of forever with her, and never let her out of his sight. He saw the same hunger in Molly's eyes as she watched him in turn.

He kissed her again, lasting longer this time.

When they pulled away Molly leaned into him. He realised she was crying again and wrapped her in his arms.

They looked out over the Great Hall together. All of the fighters were gathered in little clusters, no one left alone. Ron, Harry and Hermione had left together moments ago.

Ginny was hugging Neville and Luna as tightly as she could while she sobbed. Behind Neville hung some of the other DA members, laughing and smiling.

Dean and Seamus were glued to each others sides and Parvarti was kneeling on the ground beside Lavender Brown, how had been attacked by Greyback. The two girls looked as though they were trying not to cry, each trying to put on a brave face for the other.

A group of Hufflepuffs were talking, short little Hannah Abbott laughing at Susan's blush while Ernie shook her hand pompously. Then Neville, Luna and Ginny joined them and it was Hannah's turn to go red as she gestured to the sword in Neville hand and congratulated him.

And everywhere Arthur looked there were families and friends regrouping and hugging and crying, the hall awash with emotions. It was beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time.

And in the far corner he caught Lucius Malfoy's eyes. He intended to turn away as usual, and ignore him, but Lucius gulped and slowly nodded, jaw tight. Still, he was acknowledging Arthur in a way he never had before. He nodded back and quickly turned away, not sure how he felt about the Malfoys.

And then he was distracted by Molly again. She was turning to face him.

"It's really over." She whispered. "Oh, it's so hard to take it all in."

Her gaze drifted to where Fred lay before passing over the rest of the family. Arthur continued to watch her. When Molly looked back her hand went up and she patted her hair.

"I look a right mess, I'm guessing."

"No Molly." Arthur said "You're beautiful."

And even though he didn't get to hear his favourite laugh, and wonderful joyful sound of Molly, she smiled properly for the first time that evening. And looking at her it seemed as if thing might just turn out alright.

And even though Molly didn't believe Arthur, and didn't think she was beautiful, she was comforted, because he would always love her.

So they stood, united and went to find their family in the crowd.

Super lovely lovey love for all reviewers :D