Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, and I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters depicted in this fic. However, all of the characters you don't recognize are mine, and I hold all rights to them. (Well, not legally, but please don't use them.) That said, read on!
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Everyone agreed, Molly Weasley was the perfect woman. Her friends remarked that her home, while small, was always clean; Not a speck of dust could escape her cheerful glance. Savory smells were always pouring out from her busy kitchen, and she was seldom seen without an black and white checkered apron tucked behind her neck and around her plump figure. It was rumored among the community that her sitting room was modeled after the centerfold of 'Witch Weekly.'
Molly doted on her seven children, as well. She could rattle off any number of facts about them; When she was so inclined, she could list every single one of her eldest child Bill's ex-girlfriends, dating from his first at age 11. She knew exactly what time of day or night her offspring were born, down to the minute. She could list shoe sizes, favorite foods, and allergies, all with a brilliant smile and her deep brown eyes sparkling.
Arthur Weasley, her husband, was every bit as important to her, if not more so. Molly would anxiously sit by the door when he was running late, and was always ready to make him feel better after a stressful day's work. Only a brief glance at the two was required to know they were very much in love even after years, many of which had been rollercoasters of pain and fear.
Yes, Molly was always happy. Always ready to comfort and to hug, always grinning. Her sharp words to her children only exhibited more clearly that she loved them, but would not accept any misbehavior. Few mothers can pull off discipline without making their argumentative teenagers angry and standoffish. Even her close friends failed to unravel her technique, but all could see the results -- a Gringotts employee, a dragon tamer, a high ranking ministry official's assistant, her twins starting a company at age 18, and her youngest son the close friend of the famous Harry Potter. All seven Hogwarts students.
Everyone agreed, Molly Weasley was the perfect woman.
Except she wasn't.
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Molly Weasley hadn't always been poor; In fact, she was born into a family rolling in wizard gold. No one was ashamed of their clothes; They were always freshly pressed and hot off the runway from Salem, the clothing capital of the wizarding world. Her ears never turned an embarrassing shade of red in a store, as her pocketbook was always full. An old, yet well maintained mansion was her residence, covered in twisting green vines and tiny flowers, the color of the ivory clouds above. The carefully paved walkway to the front door was lined with yet more blossoms, which Molly carefully avoided as she skipped. Flinging open the door, she shouted "Hullo!" and sat down on the leather couch (32 shiny galleons).
"Hey, Moll!" her father yelled back from his back room. Mr. Douglass was a prim and pressed businessman type father, but he always made time for his daughter. She was the only child, and got everything she wished. Unlike many similar instances, however, she hadn't become spoiled and rotten.
"How was your day, Molly dear?" Mrs. Douglass, like her husband, had a suave look about her. Her auburn hair was neatly shaped into a bun, and although she had borne Molly, she still kept a 'girlish figure.' She walked over and hugged Molly hello, inquiring about her day spent with friends. Molly answered, and like her future family was to become, the Douglass's were a picture of a normal, well adjusted, happy family.
At least, that was how they appeared. But as we know, appearances can be deceiving.
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"Ro-on!" Molly Weasley called to her son, aged fourteen, one summer day. "Could you de-gnome the garden, dear?"
"Ugh...do I have to?" Ron groaned.
"Now, I don't want to hear that tone from you, mister! Get to work!" Eyes sparkling, Molly ordered her son out of the house so she could get a little peace and quiet.
"Geez, fine." Muttering his black thoughts, Ron headed out, and soon satisfying thumps were heard, ensuring that he had begun the task. Mrs. Weasley sat down at the table and casually sipped a cup of coffee, pouring in a splash of milk and savoring every mouthful. She grabbed 'The Daily Prophet,' sure that she had earned this break, and slowly folded the newspaper so that the headline was visible. The coffee she had so leisurely sipped was frantically spewed out, and trembling, she scanned the rest of the article.
"New information surfaces on Douglass case..." She whispered aloud the headline, realizing all that it meant. Realizing all that it would take away from her. Knees buckling, she stood up.
"Mu-um! I'm done!" Ron stuck his head in the door and awaited the affirmation of his mother that he could go.
But only silence greeted him.
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A/N: Ah, the tension mounts! What WAS it that made Molly get so nuts? Where did she go? Answers to all these questions and more about the Douglass family will be revealed in the sequel! That is, if anyone wants it. PLEASE review, because I write better when I'm getting some feedback and I know people are into it. I'm pretty sure this is the first time this idea has been written, so tell me what you think and what you guess is going to happen. :) I promise you, you WILL get un-confused someday. Viva la METMA!