Author's Note: Hello, readies! How've we been? I've been good. Busy, but good. I'm glad to get a new chapter out. I know I said no more flashbacks but this one came to me and I HAVE to use it. So, forgive me. And… leave a review.

I'll be the first to admit, this is by no means one of my best chapters. I'm slightly running out of ideas, and I'm just writing at a slower pace due to certain things going on in my personal life right now. I'm hoping to pick up a steadier pace in the future chapters. Like I said, I really wanted to use this prompt. So, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I own the books… and the movies… just not Harry Potter in general.

Let Go

If you wanna try and save me

Then take my heart don't take me

If you feel you can let go, let go

It was clear that Molly Weasley was the motherly type. Didn't matter the child or the attitudinal angle, she was always the first to be impartial. It was a sure quality, which was good for the mother of seven… of six. The only thing that Molly didn't quite get, was why her children had to leave.

When Bill left, she was proud, and secretly glad to be rid of one mouth to feed, so she thought. The night he'd been gone was pure agony for Molly. She put out a plate of supper for him out of habit, which made her frown. She accidentally called his name up the stairs because of a dirty pair of his socks lying under the bathtub, so she let her eyes swell and burn with the urge to cry. She really lost it when she saw his Hogwarts graduation picture on the table in her and Arthur's bedroom. Molly scooped the picture frame up and wept uncontrollably. She was lonely without her Billy-Willy.

When Charlie left, Molly knew better than to cry for his absence. She kept a brave smile as he apparated to Romania with his buddies in the early morning. She then proceeded to tailer his old uniforms to give to Fred and George when the began school. She did weep that night, but she was content knowing he was having the time of his life.

Percy never exactly left. But when he moved his things to a flat two blocks from the Ministry, she jumped for joy. Percy was too busy bugging her to tend to his dressrobes ,and feed him, and clothe him to love her. She only cried when he returned home the nest evening for supper and to drop off laundry.

"Mum, I'm almost nineteen, I think it's time I move out." Said Ron, following Molly about the kitchen.

"I won't let you leave me and that's that, Ronald!" she replied as she peeled carrots for supper.

Hermione hesitated, but decided to give it a go "Moll- Mrs. Weasley, I think it'd be a good experience for Ron to venture out on his own. Merlin knows he needs some independence!"

Molly cringed at the word. Independence was the last thing Ickle little RonnieKins needed.

"No, no, no! I will not have my last son leave me to 'venture'!

"But, mum, Ginny's practically living at Grimauld Place!" Ron cried.

"She is not, Ronald, she's had supper with us every night this week!"

"Mrs. Weasley, Ron's right, Ginny and Harry have been shacked up for weeks." Hermione cut in.

At this, Molly paused. She hadn't exactly known her little Ginnybear was "shacked up" with the Harry Potter.

"That little…" Molly mumbled. "She really has?" Ron and Hermione both nodded in response "and she's not on the potion!" at this, Ron snickered.

"I am going to pay a trip to number 12! Ronny, you're responsible enough, you may move into the flat!"

"Thanks, Mum. I love you." Ron replied.

Molly hesitated "I love you too, darling, and you, Hermione." Molly smiled.