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This chapter is for Vaneesa85 who asked for it several times. :)

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic

"Broken bottles in the hotel lobby
Seems to me like I'm just scared of never feeling it again
I know it's crazy to believe in silly things
But it's not that easy"

Kodaline - High Hopes

Molly Weasley knew her children; of course, she knew them, despite the fact that they were many. She knew them better than anyone else, better than their significant other.

From afar, she was looking at her youngest child, Ginny Weasley, with her long and fiery mane around her pale face. She was a pure beauty, there was no doubt about that. Molly had wanted a girl for so long, and, after many tries, Ginny had finally arrived in the already crowded family. She had brought joy to all of them, but not only joy; she had given them a lot of things to worry about, especially when she was at Hogwarts without any of her brothers to look after her during her sixth and seventh years.

Her last child had grown up, and Molly couldn't deny it anymore. At almost 26-year-old, she had a family, a son, and she was close to have the career that she had always wished to have.

But despite the fact that Ginny seemed to have everything that she had ever wanted, Molly couldn't smile at this exact moment. She had seen the sadness at the bottom of her eyes, she had noticed that her daughter hadn't said more than a few words since her arrival two days ago. Molly had been surprised to see her on the doorstep on Thursday night, with a shy smile hanging on her corner of her mouth. She had hugged her mother, with so much force that Molly had thought that she would break in two. With a long sigh, Ginny had entered into the Burrow, her heavy suitcase behind her, like a burden that she had to carry around.

When Molly had asked her why she was here instead of her own house, she had retorted that Harry was held up at the Auror office and that James was with the childminder. "I didn't want to wake him up, you know", she had mumbled before turning around, heading to the stairs.

But Harry wasn't supposed to work, Molly had thought and had said, her interrogative voice taking over.

"I guess that people changed," Ginny had let out in a whisper, in almost a better voice. But it couldn't be, Molly had thought, Ginny was happy to be here, wasn't she? It was just a delay, and she would be with Harry and James in a heartbeat. At least, she thought with a pure motherly selfishness, she had the opportunity to spend a few hours with her daughter. Arthur woke up when he heard Ginny climbing the stairs, but he didn't ask too much questions, as usual: he was just surprised – and pleased – to see his daughter too.

The next day, Ginny left for the day, and around seven o'clock, she came home with James, a bag full of baby's things at her feet. Molly was pleased to see her grandchild, but where was Harry? Was he supposed to come at the Burrow late in the evening too?

No, he wasn't.

"Please mum, let's just enjoy these few days together, alright?" her daughter had whispered while rocking James to make him sleep.

Molly had nodded, a hand gently caressing the back of the young boy who was in the arms of Ginny. She noticed how agitated James was, how he was asking for his dad, but she nodded: she had always tried to protect her daughter, and had always been by her side. If she didn't want to talk, she wouldn't be the one to disturb the peace that she was seeking for.

But now that Ginny was about to leave, now that she was looking at her daughter preparing her suitcase to return to Ireland in order to continue her Quidditch training, she realised that she needed to make her talk; she needed to understand what had happened, why Harry hadn't came at the Burrow, why Ginny hadn't spent more time with her husband after a three-month separation.

Molly cleared her throat and put her tea towel back on the kitchen furniture, heading slowly to the living room. Ginny looked up at her when she realised that she wasn't alone anymore, and a smile found its way on her face.

"Mum," she said before trying for the umpteenth time to close her suitcase, "could you please help me? I just need you to push on the suitcase while I–"

A wave of wand after, the suitcase was sealed for good, and Ginny couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, the other way around would have worked too, you know."

"What happened?" Molly asked, not wanting to lose too much time; Ginny was supposed to leave in less than thirty minutes, and she also had to take care of James before leaving the Burrow.

"I guess that I bought too many things yesterday when we went to London, that's all."

"I'm not talking about this, Ginny. I'm talking about Harry."

"Mum–"

"Listen, young lady: I am not buying all of your "Harry is working, he can't be here" lies. As you mother, I need to know what my daughter is facing right now, this is the only way for me to help you," Molly sighed before noticing that Ginny's jaw was clenched, as if she was trying to hold back her tears. "Say something," she insisted.

Ginny shook her head vehemently before turning around to put James' feeding bottles back into his large back full of baby's stuff.

"I have nothing to say," she let out in a loud voice, too loud to be taken seriously.

"You have a lot of things to say," Molly retorted and put her right hand on Ginny's shoulder. It seemed to be enough for her daughter to let go: a second later, she was sobbing, her head buried in her mother's neck. This simple physical contact had reminded to Ginny that her mother was the closest member of her family that she had, despite the efforts that her father always made to show us how important she was to his eyes. She loved her father, she adored him, but her mother...

She was everything and she would trust her with her life.

"Come on," Molly whispered in her ear, patting her back at the same time. "Let go of all this anger, let go of all this sad things that are poisoning you."

"I don't understand, Mum, I just d-don't," Ginny sobbed, finally realising that it was over. Her marriage was really over, and she didn't know what she had to do to put things back on tracks. During the last three days, she had persuaded herself that it couldn't be true, that it was just a nightmare and that she would wake up soon, but now that she was in her mother's embrace, she realised that her marriage was over, definitely over.

"What happened?" Molly asked again after a few minutes, urging Ginny to put words on her feelings; to put words on what was her reality now.

"He doesn't want me anymore," she admitted, bitting her lower lip at the exact second when the words escaped her lips, as if she didn't want to let them go, as if she didn't want them to take shape.

Ginny noticed that, next to her, her mother's heard had skipped a beat. "Can you believe it?" she went on, finally finding the courage that she needed to talk about this situation.

"Why?" was the only thing that Molly could say before letting go of her embrace in order to look at her daughter's bright eyes.

Ginny shrugged, and made a tissue appear. She blew her nose, and eventually sat on the couch next to her mother, still sobbing.

"I guess that it is a bit of everything. My departure, to be alone with James, and... Oh God, Mum, I said so many horrible things to him when I came back home," she concluded in a breath before burying her head in her hands.

"But you were angry," Molly tried to reassure her, like she always used to do when one of her children was devastated. "You were angry, Ginny," she repeated, a hand over her knee. "And I guess that Harry was angry too, and that is the reason why he told you that he didn't want you anymore."

"But he was sure about it," Ginny retorted. "He was really s-sure, Mum. He even t-told it to me twice. I'm sure that it is... it is over."

How come hadn't Molly seen something like this coming? She stayed still, her mouth half-opened, doing her best to think about Harry's visits to the Burrow – more and more spaced out with time passing by –, to remember about anything that she could have had notice about his attitude, about his answers to her questions about Ginny. Harry had always been evasive about his relationship with her daughter since her departure, and it was just now that Molly realised it. During all this time, she could have done something to push him back into her daughter's arms – figuratively speaking, of course –, and she had failed to do so.

"It can't be over," Molly interjected, even if she could sense the determination into Ginny's voice: even if she wasn't sure of her future, her daughter was sure that it would be different than her actual life. "You two have a son together, for Merlin's sake. You can't divorce, it is a shame to divorce in the Wizarding World!"

"He doesn't care about it," Ginny shook her head. "He's Harry Potter, he doesn't care about the gossips. I also thought that he would... I don't know... That he would think further about it since a divorce is–isn't really common, b-but he made up his mind since a long time ago."

Molly frowned, her lips pursed into a thin line.

"I'm sorry to ask you this, darling but... Is there someone else?" she whispered, as though saying it out loud was a shame.

Ginny frowned too, and shook her head again – but not as vehemently as the previous times.

"I don't think so..." she eventually answered, blinking several times. "I didn't... well... I didn't ask him if..."

"Of course," Molly mumbled. "It's not something that a woman wants to know after all."

"Do you think that... that he could have done something like this?" Ginny asked in a whisper.

She had never thought about such a thing. She had never thought that Harry could cheat on her during her absence. She had been faithful to him during his Auror's missions, hadn't she? She knew that she had left in bad terms with him, but... But they were still married, and she had explained several times – through her letters, through the phone – that she still wanted to be with him, hadn't she?

"No, of course not," her mother almost shouted. "Listen, darling, you have to talk to him. You have to make everything possible to make him change his mind," she added in a softer voice. "You still want to be with him, don't you?"

"Of course," Ginny nodded frenetically. "I can't imagine my life without him."

Molly smiled at Ginny and pushed away her red hair behind her ear.

"Then everything will be alright," she continued with her usual maternal voice. "You need to talk to him today; talk about James, about how he needs his family. Try to make him understand how he needs you too."

"But he told me th–"

"It doesn't matter," Molly cut her off, patting her hair at the same time. "It doesn't matter what he said. What matters is what you are going to say to him. Tell me, are you still planning to accept this three-years contract with the Harpies?"

"Yes, actually, I alread–"

"No, you can't tell him such a thing," she warned her daughter. "You are going to tell him that you told them that you don't want to accept this opportunity any longer because you need to focus on your family."

"But it's not true, I didn't..."

"Harry doesn't have to know that," Molly insisted. "You still have a few months ahead to tell him the truth, but for now, you have to save your marriage, do you understand me?," she concluded, her eyes cold as ice.

Ginny wiped her eyes and nodded for the umpteenth time.

"Yes, I got it," she mumbled before gazing at the clock.

Molly followed her daughter's look and stood up.

"Alright, you have to go. You need to be strong, Ginny. Be persuasive, and I'm sure that everything will be alright."

She hugged her daughter and when Ginny disappeared into her own old bedroom to pick James up, her face hardened.

Harry and Ginny were made for each other, and she would do everything in her power to prevent them from divorcing.

Aw, a few of you gave me their opinion about last chapter. Are you already bored with some Harmony interactions? I wanted to change a little for this chapter, and I hope that you liked it.

Side note: I really want to write a one-shot with Harry and Hermione as the main couple before the start of the school year, but the thing is that I don't have a really clear idea of it. So here's the deal: the person who will write the 300th review will have the opportunity to give me the plot of his/her choice, the era of his/her choice, etc. We are still far from the 300th mark, so I guess that I have some time to write more of this story before the one-shot. ;)

Anyway. As usual, feed the hungry writer who works her ass of for you. :D

See you soon!