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A/N: Previously title Molly Weasley's Other Son.
Bold indicates direct quotes from the books. Text in {} indicates direct quotes from the movies.
A Mother's Love: Meeting Harry
Summary: Part 1 of A Mother's Love. This first installment are some moments from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's/Philosopher's Stone from Molly's POV.
A/N: I know I took a lot of dialogue from the book & movie, but I honestly didn't know what to cut. Subsequent chapters should be more of my original words. Thank you for baring with me.
Chapter 1: The Boy at King's Cross
{"Every year}packed with Muggles, of course. {Come on!"} Molly Weasley was feeling stressed. She had to get her four sons on the train before it left. Why did they do this every year? Why did they always wait until the last minute? Molly supposed that was just how it went when you got had a big family.
They stopped.
"Now, what's the platform number?" She asked her children. Of course, she had been on the platform loads of times, but stress can make one forgetful sometimes.
"Nine and three-quarters!" Ginny replied. "Mum, can't I go…"
"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first."
Percy went through the barrier between platforms nine and ten, which led to platform nine and three-quarters.
"Fred, you next."
"I'm not Fred, I'm George…Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?" Replied the twin that she was speaking to.
"Sorry, George, dear."
"Only joking, I am Fred]" said Fred, heading toward the barrier, George right behind him. Then they both disappeared through the barrier.
"Excuse me," Molly, Ron, and Ginny heard a voice coming from behind them. They turned to look. There, stood a small boy with thick black hair and the greenest eyes that Molly ever seen since her time at Hogwarts. He wore glasses that looked like they had been fixed with tape several times. And his clothes were hanging off of him. He didn't look eleven, but he had a Hogwarts trunk and an owl.
Molly's heart went out to him. "Hello, dear," she said. "First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too." She pointed at Ron.
"Yes," the boy said. "The thing is — the thing is, I don't know how to —" He seemed nervous, stumbling over his words.
"How to get onto the platform?" [S]he asked him.
The child nodded.
"Not to worry…All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Ron."
"Er — okay."
{"Good luck!"} Ginny piped up.
The three Weasleys watched the boy as he made his way through, at first walking, then running. After the boy vanished, they went through the platform themselves. Molly and Ginny followed Ron as he looked for a compartment. They finally found one near the end of the train.
Molly started scanning the train for the rest of her sons. "Fred? George? Are you there?"
"Coming, Mum."
Satisfied at having at least found the twins, Molly took out her handkerchief and turned to Ron. "Ron, you've got something on your nose." She rubbed the end of his nose.
"Mum — geroff." Ron complained as he moved out of her way.
"Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nosie?" Teased George.
"Shut up," said Ron.
"Where's Percy?" Molly wanted to know.
"He's coming now." Replied Fred.
Just then, Percy came up to them. "Can't stay long, Mother…I'm up front, the prefects have got two compartments to themselves —"
"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" [S]aid George, feigning surprise. "You should have said something, we had no idea."
"Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it…Once —" Said Fred.
"Or twice —" Cut in George.
"A minute —"
"All summer —"
"Oh, shut up," said Percy…
"How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?" Asked Fred.
"Because he's a prefect," replied Molly affectionately. She turned to back to Percy. "All right, dear, well, have a good term — send me an owl when you get there." She kissed Percy on the cheek and he left.
Then she turned to the twins. "Now, you two — this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more telling me you've — blew up a toilet or —"
"Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet."
"Great idea, though, thanks, Mum."
"It's not funny. And look after Ron."
"Don't worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us"
"Shut up," said Ron again…
"Hey, Mum, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?" Fred said excitedly.
"You know that black-haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is." George interjected.
"Who?"
"Harry Potter!" Both twins exclaimed.
Ginny squealed. "Oh, Mum, can I go on the train and see him, Mum, oh please…"
"You've already seen him, Ginny, and the poor boy isn't something you goggle at in a zoo. Is he really, Fred? How do you know?"
"Asked him. Saw his scar. It's really there — like lightning."
"Poor dear — no wonder he was alone, I wondered. He was ever so polite when he asked how to get onto the platform."
"Never mind that, do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?"
"…I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No, don't you dare. As though he needs reminding of that on his first day at school." Molly admonished.
"All right, keep your hair on."
The whistle blew.
"Hurry up!" Molly exclaimed.
The boys got on the train. After they leaned out to kiss Molly and reassure Ginny that they'd write, the train began to move. Harry looked at Molly and Ginny until they rounded a corner.
Once the train disappeared, Molly and Ginny started to make their way home. They were quiet at first, both lost in thought.
Finally, Ginny broke the silence. "Wow, Harry Potter! They are so lucky to be in school with him."
"I just hope the poor thing isn't badgered about his scar or You-Know-Who."
"Do you think he'll be sorted into Gryffindor?"
But Molly didn't hear her daughter. She was lost in her own thoughts. She knew that Harry was an orphan, but she also knew that he was living with relatives. So why was he alone today? Why was he so scrawny? Was he really as small as he appeared, or did his baggy clothes just make him appear that way? And why were they so baggy? Finally, why hadn't anyone bothered to comb the poor boy's hair? It looked like he just rolled out of bed! These were all questions that Molly wanted answers to. She intended to learn everything she could about Harry Potter.