A/N: This is such a boring filler chapter, I'm sorry, but it had to be done. This story is nearly finished, a few more chapters left now but I have an idea for a new HP story too which I'll start after this one! It's not about Molly, but it's still Fred and George related so if you want me to continue with Molly's story too, please let me know!

Chapter 31

Everything was ready. Molly grasped a small glass of the potion in one hand, knowing exactly what she needed to do the reverse the magic.

What the trio wasn't expecting, however, was for George to return, in a frantic dash and shouting, "Don't drink it!"

"What?" Molly, Fred and Teddy asked in unison.

"Noting," George said, "I mean, no! Don't drink it!"

"Georgie, are you ok?" Fred asked, taking a step towards his brother.

"No, I've been- yes, yes just fine!"

"What's going on?" Molly asked, taking a step towards her father, "What happened?"

"Nothing!" George asked in a fake cheerful voice, "Nothing, I'm just fine- don't listen to him, erm, me, I'm lying- no, no, I'm not!"

"Enough!" Teddy shouted, "What's this about not taking the potion?"

"It's dangerous, I mean it's not the right potion, erm you put the wrong ingredients in?"

"Well? Which is it…" Fred's voice faded, "Hang on, George, you're hurt!"

The boys had always been fairly easy-going, relaxed people, but when it came to the other's well-being, the twins knew how to be serious. For them, nothing was more important than the other's health, so when Fred saw George, pale, weak, covered in blood and barely able to stand, all thoughts of potions immediately left his mind.

"What? No, I'm fine, Fred! No, I'm not I was attacke- Yes, I am!"

"George?" Fred's voice shook, "Where did you go?"

"Like I said, I went for a walk in the forest to clear my mind. I erm, I tripped and fell down a hill. Don't be stupid there aren't hills in the Forbidden- that's how I got these cuts!"

"And you're so pale because…?"

"Gives you a bit of a shock, doesn't it? Falling down a hill. Don't be ridiculous! I'm under the- scary, scary stuff. Phff, hills, really terrifying, am I right?"

"Yeah," Fred said slowly, "George, what's really the matter? You can't get all these injuries just from falling down a little hill. What actually happened?"

"I feel down a hill Fred, honestly, I'll be right as rain once- No! He's, I mean, I'm lying! The man, he attacked me! He put me- I just need a few minutes to rest- under the- maybe a glass of water. I'll be fine!"

George started towards Molly, his arm outstretched to take the glass off her, but Molly backed away, holding the potion closer to her chest protectively.

"Listen, Mol, you can't drink that. It's dangerous."

"Dangerous?"

"You see, when I was walking through the forest, before I tripped down the hill, I was looking at the paper I had and I noticed something. The recipe I had, doesn't match up the potion you spilt. It's completely different!"

"So we've made an antidote for the wrong potion?" Molly asked uncertainly.

"Looks like it. It's completely my fault, of course, no one else to blame. I think we'll just have to keep searching. No! You don't, you have the right one! It's most unfortunate, I know, but it was my silly mistake."

"George you idiot," Teddy said, his hair turning striped red and blue, "We have the book on the table in front of us. Right here, he picked it up and read, "Wishing Potion- to make your wildest dreams come true. Molly could you describe the potion which you spilt on your dorm for me please."

"It was purple," Molly replied slowly, "It gave off green smoke when I knocked it."

"Looked a bit like this, did it?" Teddy asked, turning the page around so Molly could see it.

"Yeah, exactly like that."

"So what's really going on George?" Fred asked, "Why can't Molly take it?"

"She can, don't listen to- It's too late! The original potion that started this has been in effect too long. The antidote won't have an effect."

"The book says otherwise," Teddy said, looking down at the scrawled writing.

"It's an old book!" George screeched, "Out-dated. There's a more modern, more reliable one somewhere that can give proper answers."

"How many more excuses do you have George? Tell us the truth. Is there really a legitimate reason we shouldn't do this? Or are you going to keep faking and lying to us?"

"No! There isn't a reason! Drink it quickly- Yes! You can't have it because… because it won't fix it properly," George's tone took on a sly edge, "It says, if I'm correct, that it'll stop the effects of the potion. But not reverse them. Every child in that hall upstairs will be stuck forever with only half a body. Molly, your arm won't grow back. Fred, you won't get your memories back. Teddy, if you let this happen, we could save your parents. We know how they died, we could stop it and you could have a chance at growing up with a family."

For a moment, Teddy hesitated. Molly looked anxiously down at her arm. "No," Teddy said, "I did grow up with a family. My parents died nobly, I'm proud of them, alive or dead. We can find a way to fix your arm, Molly. There'll be something, someone else to help."

"But isn't it better like this?" George taunted, "A second chance? No, it's not a second- A chance to try again. Think about it! We could prevent deaths, have the war end with less violence."

"George stop it. You know for a fact that what you're saying isn't true! We'll all lose our memories and nothing will be different! Everything will play out exactly the same and we'll be stuck in this ridiculous loop for the rest of time!"

"And if that were true, how come Teddy and I still have our memories?"

"They'll fade. They'll fade and you know it! Now stop being a prat, George. Molly, go ahead, sweetie."

"Don't!" George was desperate, "Please don't. No, Molly don't listen, drink it! Fred, I can't bear to lose you again. Molly, please, take the potion, finish this business and we can fix your arm later. No! Don't take it!"

Fred had had enough with his brother. He didn't know what had happened, but now wasn't the time to deal with it. "Petrificus totallus."

George's limbs stiffened and he stopped talking. Fred stepped towards his twin and looked into George's eyes which were filled with pain and exhaustion; he'd definitely not just fallen down a small hill. But they were also slightly unfocused, as though they weren't really seeing for themselves what was happening.

Like they weren't really his.

And then Fred knew what had happened. "Oh, George. What have you got yourself into?" he leaned in to whisper into George's ear, "Why?" he asked.

George gulped before replying, "His daughter. Died. Killed in war." Every word was a struggle. George was slowly losing the fight against the curse, but Fred understood now. He knew why George had contradicted himself in almost every sentence he spoke, as though two people spoke through one mouth. He knew why his brother had come bursting into a room, declaring his opinions which were completely opposite to the ones he expressed only an hour or so before.

Because two people were speaking through one mouth. And one of them wasn't welcome.

"Molly," Fred said, without breaking eye contact with his paralysed brother, "Drink it."