"In peace, sons bury their fathers. In war, fathers bury their sons" – The Immortals

It's the first time in years that the Burrow has housed all her children, but Molly doesn't use this time to celebrate. Instead, Molly sits in Arthur's favorite armchair, staring at the clock that hangs on her wall. Nine hands, all pointing at various places – travelling, home, hospital. Only one is constantly pointed at lost – Fred's.

Tearing her eyes away from the clock, she re-reads what she's written. Because everything has to be perfect for Fred; she will make sure it is. But, as she's reading through, tears come to her eyes and she glances back up to the clock.

"Mum," she hears someone say from behind her. "It's three in the morning. What are you doing still up?" Charlie asks. Taking the seat next to her, he watches her carefully.

She gives him a small smile. "Is it really three?" she inquires, avoiding Charlie's question.

He nods. But Charlie doesn't say anything else, because he knows that's not what she wants, that she'll talk when she's ready to. Instead, he sits in silence, watching her attempt to read whatever is in her lap before glancing back up at the clock, tears in her eyes. Before long, he realizes that she won't be getting any sleep that night, so he makes them both a cup of coffee.

Handing her a steaming cup of coffee just the way she likes it, Molly looks up at Charlie. "Thank you, dearie," she whispers, taking the cup from him. He sits down with his own cup, refusing to leave Molly by herself. "You are an angel, Charlie," she finally says, breaking the silence that he allowed to fall between them. "I'm not supposed to be burying him. He was supposed to bury me!" she finally cries out. And Charlie isn't sure how to make this better, make everything right again.

Charlie stands and wraps his mother in a hug, because that's the only way he knows how to comfort her. She lets the tears that she was holding back fall freely. "I know, Mum. It isn't fair that Fred died," he whispers. "But we have to live for him. He wouldn't have wanted us to be miserable the rest of our lives."

"I know," she replies, her voice broken by sobs.

Wiping the tears away, Charlie gives his mother a small smile. "We'll learn to live together," he assures her. "We'll live in his memory and we will make him proud."

Molly looks up with a watery smile. "I know we will," she agrees.

"It may be hard, but that's what everyone is here for. To help one another through this mess," he says, rubbing her back comfortingly.

Nodding, Molly detaches herself from Charlie's hug and takes her seat. Molly will do just that. She will live for Fred, because she won't let the pain and sorrow consume her. She's stronger than that.

A/n – I am in no way, shape or form accountable for the direction this fic went. Charlie was mentioned and it was game over. And, from then on out, it took a life of its own. Not my fault!

This was written for both the Family Boot Camp challenge and the After the War competition. Therefore, this will be another collection revolving around any known Weasleys.

Prompt used: injustice. Well, it was more inspired by the prompt.

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