THC - Round 6 - Year 1 - Hufflepuff - Drabble - Prompt: Attending a funeral - Word count: 357
One step at a time. That was it. Left foot, right foot, left foot… Just a few more steps. Nearly there. It is possible to make it. Looking ahead at the destination, her feet slowed to a stop. It was too many steps to get there. Was it too late to turn back? To pretend like she wasn't about to bury my baby boy. She still remembered when he really was a baby, bright ginger hair with a red scrunched up as he cried for attention, wanting to be held.
She remembered Bill being absolutely fascinated about there being two of them, though, Charlie wasn't as interested. Percy was just confused at the 'sudden arrivals' and never wanted to play with them.
They were her smallest babies. He was so tiny when he was born. As babies it was easier to tell them apart, she would dress them differently or temporarily dye on a toe. Fred always wanted more hugs than George. George had been the adventurous one, pulling his twin into crazy situations.
Molly wondered if she had insisted for them to separate more if things would have been different? Would Fred still have died? Was she a bad mother for allowing her babies to become two 'peas in a pod' instead of individuals.
She looked over at George - she'd never mistake him for Fred again - and knew she had to take those last few steps to say goodbye. A hand on her lower back startled her. It was Arthur. He too was saying goodbye to a son - to their son.
Molly took a shaky breath and took one more step. The funeral had already started - it's like they knew she might not manage the last steps. She could still hear everything. How they talked about Fred's accomplishments and his life. His short life. Her baby boy had so much more potential than to die so early.
In an attempt to take another step, the mother of seven - or was it six now? - crumbled. Her legs gave in beneath her as she fell to the ground and cried. She couldn't make it those last few steps.