A/N: If you have read any of my stories before, then you might know some of these charactors used in this chapter. I did change them alittle bit because when I reread my older stories I didn't like how some character were looked upon. Anyways, please read and review :)
Ok here's my poem for this chapter (For those from my other stories)
Molly's mind is as open as a book,
though mine is close
it will open again once I find a good cook
Harry James Potter laid wide awake in his bed at the Dursley's house for the last time. Tomorrow, or more closer today, he would be picked up by some auors and taken to the Burrow for Bill and Fleur's wedding. Harry picked up the letter containing this information and read it for the tenth time.
"I can't believe this is my last night in this house," He thought finishing the letter. A smile leaked out upon his face but a tiny bit of sadness ached in his heart. This is where he grew up for over ten years, though he hated most of the time, he still would miss sitting alone in his room.
Suddenly his alarm clock went off, Harry jumped out of bed and turned it off before it woke the Durleys. Already dressed and packed, Harry carried his things down the stairs to wait for the auors to come and pick him up. He was sitting for not even a minute when he heard the bedroom door of his Aunt and Uncle's room open slowly. "Shut, I woke them," he thought bracing himself for Uncle Vernorn's yell, but it never came. Harry heard light footsteps coming down the stairs and looked up to see his Aunt Peturnia watching him.
They stood, staring at each other, for a moment before Petunia opened her mouth and said, "Your leaving aren't you? This time for good?"
"Yea," Harry answer unable to think of anything else.
Petunia went down the last step and stood in front of him. "When are they coming?" She asked.
"Umm any moment now... I'm sorry if I woke you."
"You didn't. I just couldn't sleep and came down for a glass of water." she answered.
They stood again in silence until Petunia surprised Harry by hugging him. "Oh Harry," she whispered, "I just wanted too tell you, before you know leave, that... I loved my sister even though was what she was. I hate what she was but she was still my sister and I still loved her just as I love you." She released him from the hug and took a few steps back, "Be careful out there." Just then a knock came from the door and Aunt Petunia hurried up a few steps. Right before Harry was about to open the door his Aunt's voice stopped him again.
"Happy Birthday Harry"
Molly Potter sat once again at her desk, staring at a piece of blank paper. Her emerald green eyes were dazed with thoughts as her pen twirled between her fingers. For the first time in months her mind was blank, she did not know what to think or write. The door suddenly opened by the will of a red-headed girl the same age as Molly.
"Oh, you're in here," the red-head said spotting Molly at her desk and left as quickly as she came.
Molly, once alone, sighed, 'Why is Annabell always like that? We're supposed to be best friends like our fathers are.'
"Jealously", Molly whispered to herself, well at lease that is what her mother keeps telling her, 'But why?' Molly picked up the mirror that was lying upon her desk, 'Look at me, I'm as average as a witch gets.' Her twirling hand had release the pen and went to twirl her pale brown hair, 'I'm not as smart as she is, nor am I as brilliant. I'm not brave like my father or beautiful like my mother. I'm just me, yes that's it, just Molly, a girl that doesn't even deservers her famous last name.'
Abandoning her work, Molly went over to study her past works. 'Perhaps the knowing that my last year of Hogwarts is about to start is overwhelming me. No that's not it, I'm happy to leave Hogwarts. No more people pointing at me, no more professors expecting more from the daughter of the famous Harry Potter, finally free from the onlookers. But then again they will always be there, just not as commonly seem.'
Placing down her book she looked out the window of the Burrow, she was staying there for the summer against her will. She saw Faith and Chloe practicing their spells that they had learned from Auror training the day before. Being a year older, they had already begun their training for their choice of career. Chloe's brother, Christ, was at Diagon Alley helping their father's joke shop. Though neither Faith nor Chloe ever showed any interest in their father's shop, they were glad that there was someone in the family that will be there to past down the tradition.
'Becoming a Auror is what I'll be expected to become.' Molly never gave much though in to becoming an Auror, partly because she didn't think she was good enough, but somehow she managed to pass the right classes to her parents' delight. What she really wanted to do was write, but seeing how today was going she didn't think she was capable of doing that. 'Reading, learning and writing is the only think I what to do, but I don't see how I can make a life out of that not even counting on how my parents would react.'
"Molly!" a voice called the room below, "Lunch time everyone", it was Molly Weasley the women she had been named after, mostly because she raised her father and was the only mother figured his father has ever known and partly it was her dream to have a grandchild named after her. 'I wonder if Mrs.Weasley will regret that wish when sees how I turn out.'
Leaving her isolated room, Molly walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where she met up with the other children of the house. All of their parents had left for work earlier that morning, either going to the joke shop or The Auror office. Faith and Chloe were chatting rapidly about Aurors, Christ was working on some fake snitch joke, Annabell was sitting at the table reading while ignoring everyone's presents and Mrs.Weasley was placing down sandwiches down on to the table. They sat, eating and continuing what they were done before lunch had been served. A thumb upon the staircase and squeak sounded the arrive of Rose, a girl the same age as Molly and Annabell. Her dark brown hair was tied up in a high bun upon her head as she walked into the room.
"Are you alright dear?" Mrs.Weasley asked her as she did every day.
"Yea", she replied, "Just tripped over that third step again." Rose sat down next and began her daily food eating contest, against herself.
"Scar-lett and Dan will be coming later today, Molly," Mrs.Weasley informed Molly.
Molly quickly swallowed her last bit and replied, "That's wonderful!"
Scar-lett and Dan were her best friends. Scar-lett was a year younger than her and would be starting her sixth year at Hogwarts. Dan, on the other hand, was not a trained wizard. He had received his letter when he was eleven but chose not to go for his mother was already having enough troubles, for you see Dan's father left when he was ten after months of fighting. Dan didn't want to leave his family alone since there would be no one to watch Scar-lett while his mother worked. Sadly Dan's mother died a few months after he rejected his letter. Dan and his sister were then forced to go and live with their father or how Dan says it, his good for nothing father, who had already remarried and had twin daughters, Kelly and Crystal. So at the beginning of every summer Scar-lett and Dan would come and live at the Burrow with Molly and the other children. Molly could only wish to be as kind-hearted as Dan was. Being muggle-born they knew nothing about her father or family, which is properly the reason why they are her best friends. They expect nothing from, but for her to be herself.
"Mallory and Conner will also being joining us tonight." Mrs.Wealsey added.
"Wow a full house" Molly smiled; Mallory is another one of her best friends. Although she is a Malfoy, she couldn't hurt a fly. The main reason why Molly liked her so much is because she fully understood what Molly was going through with her family, for she was going through the same thing. Her family turned against her the day she was sorted into Gryffindor.
Conner was eldest of the group, being two years older than Molly. With his father being a werewolf, Molly always like to think that some of his father's wolfness got passed to him, for he always waited for the exactly right moment before specking or acting. Molly respected him greatly for this ability.
"Great like this house isn't crowed enough," Faith said.
"Now Faith I will not…" But Mrs.Weasley never got the chance to finish for Faith left before she opened her month.
Molly finished her lunch and went back to her isolation in her room where she could only wait for her friends to come and rescue her from herself.