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iwantedtoforgetyou · 8 months

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Welcome Home, Bill Weasley

Relationship: Bill Weasley x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: With his hair short and facial stubble, Bill Weasley returns from London. You are only staying with The Burrow family for the summer. You weren't expecting to see a person whose face you had memorized over time.

Sunlight poured through the slightly tattered curtains, casting a warm glow on the worn countertops and the mismatched china displayed on the shelves.

The sound of running water filled the air as you diligently washed dishes, a contented smile on your face.

You loved these moments, the simplicity of domesticity, and the sense of belonging you felt within the walls of this magical home. It was a place that held so many memories and where you had found a surrogate family.

Just as you reached for another plate, a voice called out from the living room. "Darling!" Mrs. Weasley's voice echoed through the house.

You turned your head, your heart skipping a beat as you caught sight of Mrs. Weasley's expression. In an instant, you felt your breath catch in your throat, anticipation and curiosity flooding your senses.

Mrs. Weasley moved swiftly, gently bumping you aside as she grabbed a towel and hurried to the kitchen sink.

"There's no need to do these!" she exclaimed, her hair slightly disheveled and a rosy flush adorning her cheeks.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but you couldn't contain your curiosity. "What's happening, Mrs. Weasley?" you asked, your voice filled with both concern and intrigue.

Mrs. Weasley glanced at you with a mix of excitement and motherly affection. "Molly, sweetie," she corrected, a fond smile playing on her lips. "Just call me Molly."

You blinked, surprised by the sudden change in address, but a warm smile spread across your face. "Alright, Molly," you replied, feeling a sense of closeness and acceptance wash over you.

Before you could ask further, a familiar figure appeared in the doorway, causing your heart to race. Bill Weasley stood there, his presence filling the room with a mix of surprise and joy. His hair was slightly tousled, and a crooked grin adorned his handsome face.

You felt your knees weaken, your breath catching in your chest. You hadn't expected Bill to return home so soon. Memories of your past flooded your mind, the way his laughter could make your heart skip, the way his eyes held a spark of mischief and tenderness.

Mrs. Weasley wasted no time, abandoning the sink to rush into Bill's arms. The motherly embrace enveloped him, her words muffled against his chest.

The Burrow creaked as the rest of the Weasley family gathered in the kitchen, their cheerful presence filling the space with warmth and familiarity.

Bill's gaze met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The air crackled with unspoken emotions as he released his grip on his mother. He started walking towards you, his gaze never leaving yours.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you could feel your palms growing clammy.

He drew you into a tight embrace, his arms enveloping you in warmth and familiarity. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, holding him close, savoring the sensation of being in his arms once again.

Bill leaned back slightly, his hands resting gently on your waist, as he looked at you with a mix of surprise and delight.

You were left shivering as Ron tugged on his shirt, prompting him to step back.

"Come join me and George in the yard!" Ron exclaimed eagerly.

"Ron, my dear," Molly interjected, affectionately tousling his hair. "Let Bill settle in first, please."

Bill waved his hand dismissively. "It's alright, he's just thrilled to see me."

In one swift motion, he scooped Ron up and hoisted him over his shoulder, letting Ron's head hang loosely against his back.

"Let's go, you goofballs!" he shouted, pushing George through the rear door.

The remaining Weasley brothers followed Bill outside, ready to practice the new spells they had recently learned in class.

Caught up in the excitement, you couldn't resist joining them outside. You took a deep breath, your heart fluttering as you watched Bill playfully interact with his brothers outside.

The familiar warmth of the Burrow surrounded you, creating a sense of comfort and belonging. You couldn't deny the joy you felt at his return, even though you knew he was involved with someone else.

As the chaos settled outside, you stepped out onto the porch, your eyes searching for Bill among the boisterous Weasley clan. You found him leaning against a tree, catching his breath from the playful wrestling match with Ron.

Your eyes met, and a soft smile spread across his face as he made his way towards you. Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn't help but smile in return.

“Hey," Bill said, his voice gentle and warm. "It's good to see you here."

Your fingers nervously played with the hem of your shirt as you replied, "It's good to be here. The Burrow feels like home."

Bill's gaze softened, and he took a step closer to you. "You've always been a part of this family, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "It's good to have you back."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your eyes shining with unspoken emotions. "Thank you, Bill," you whispered. "I've missed being around all of you."

As they stood there, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of fresh grass and the laughter of the Weasley siblings, you felt a mixture of contentment and longing. The years apart had changed you both, but the connection you shared remained.

Bill reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "You know," he said softly, his voice filled with a hint of hesitation, "things have changed since we last saw each other."

Your breath hitched, your eyes locked with his, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes, they have," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bill took another step closer, the space between you shrinking. "But some things haven't changed," he murmured, his voice low and filled with tenderness. "The way you make me feel, Y/N... it's still there."

A mix of hope and uncertainty swirled within your heart. You wanted to believe that you could find your way back to each other, but you also didn't want to disrupt the life he had built with Fleur.

"Bill," you began, your voice filled with vulnerability, "I don't want to complicate things. You have someone special in your life."

He gently cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing a soft caress. "Fleur and I, we're going through a difficult time," he confessed. "Being here, seeing you again... it makes me question everything."

Your eyes searched his face, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. "Bill, I don't want to be the reason for any pain or confusion," you said, your voice trembling slightly.

Bill's gaze held a mixture of longing and determination. "You've never been a burden, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with certainty. "If anything, you've always been the one who brings light into my life."

The air around you was heavy with unspoken desire and the lingering question of what could be. You knew you had a choice to make – to explore the possibility of a renewed connection with Bill or to protect your heart from potential heartache.

With a mix of courage and vulnerability, you leaned in, your lips just inches away from his. "Bill," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper, "I can't promise you a future or how things will unfold, but I do know that being here, in this moment, feels right."

Bill's eyes searched yours, a swirl of emotions reflecting in his gaze. He closed the remaining gap between you, his lips softly brushing against yours. The kiss was tender, filled with unspoken longing and the weight of your shared history.

Your heart fluttered as you wrapped your arms around him, deepening the kiss. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in the warmth and sweetness of the moment. The worries and uncertainties faded away, leaving only the electric connection between you.

Your embrace tightened, as if trying to hold onto the preciousness of the moment. You could feel the familiar touch of his hand at the small of your back, his fingers tracing gentle circles, and it felt like coming home.

You were finally home.

Note: Bill Weasley is underrated, that’s all I have to say.

#harry potter #fanfiction #marauders #wattpad #writerscommunity #bill weasley #the weasly twins #ron weasley #molly weasley #bill weasley x reader #fall aesthetic #hp universe #harry potter imagine #the burrow #hogwarts fanfiction #bill weasley fluff

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artytaeh · 1 month

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listen. i am slighlty obsessed with mamma mia— which means i adore abba's songs. so just yesterday i decided to listen to the songs from the movie.

and, because i'm in a huge harry potter brain rot, guess what: amanda seyfried and dominic cooper's duets could so easily be you, reader, and the weasley twins singing with you, because they know just how much you love listening to abba.

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so yes, to the point where you, fred and george know every single line. and on karaoke nights? the twins know by heart when it's their turn to sing.

i feel like fred is the most enthusiastic about it. lay all your love on me gets more tension between you, staring into each other's eyes, feeling every line:

no, fred wasn't a jealous man at all when he met you! but yes, every man fred sees now is a potential threat, trying to take you away from him — usually, he lifts you up on his arms, looking around with a serious look, as if to watch out of his best-friend-slash-love-of-his-life thieves.

george is possessive! which isn't nice. he uses his fingers to pretend that he was holding a cigarette, blowing air like a smoker would, because now he has another obsession, a bigger vice: you!

now all of this isn't true. now everything is you— and this is when both twins make their way to you, crowding, surrounding you, leaving nowhere to run.

all that the cheeky twins have learned as overturn: so they beg of you, george kneeling on the floor, fred pointing at his bleeding heart, making you laugh everytime.

you get to sing the other part of the song freely, with even more enthusiasm as them, knowing every low and high of the song, and the twins can't help but smile everytime you are this happy.

on the chorus, though? the three of you are screaming, yelling your lungs out.

unironically, i feel like at least one of the twins finds out they're in love with you here. fred, probably because he feels the song too strongly, feeling selfish of you, wishing all of your love to be layed on him— george, on the other hand, realizes how insanely in love he is for you. how (healthily. he hopes.) obsessed he is for you, and all of the moments you spend together.

however, one of us gets a playful yet theatrical vibe, exchanging smiles and dramatic expressions, as if you and them really had just argued. as if you're a couple on the verge of breaking up, as if you were rotting on bed, wishing to be on george's arms or listening to fred's schemes— at the burrow, a place that feels like a second home to you, because it's where fred and george are on their most domestic displays.

once the music starts, the three of you get a neck ache, snapping your heads to stare at each other, grabbing any cylindrical object to be your microphone.

you have enough seconds to change your goofy, enthusiastic smiles into sorrowful expressions, frowning as if this was a painful truth to be sang.

you sing. you point at them, accusing them of breaking your heart— everytime, george looks at you, offended that you think he'd do such a thing! fred, on the other hand, nods as if he was accepting his fault.

they sing together the lyrics, fred finishing with ''waiting for a call...'', looking at you a little too lovingly— secretly, fred hexed a box with all of your letters, which he reads during vacations and holidays that you're far from him, dearly missed by him. every morning does fred weasley wake up in hopes that mixed with arthur's work letters, harry's letters to ron and ginny's friends giftcards, there's something written by you to him.

they sing together a few more words, because this time, it's george who finishes the chorus by himself: ''wishing he had never left at all...''; a feeling he remembers all too well, every single time he has to leave your company to go to his own classes, classes that you don't share due to belonging to different houses. that little heartache, of seeing you turn your back and leave, after waving him goodbye— you live in different houses, sometimes too far for him to chase your company in the middle of the night, or to straight up tell you something stupid he just remembered.

deep down, everytime this song is so passionately sang by the three of you, the twins wish to never get to feel exactly as the song proposes. the feeling of things getting so bad, that one of you has to leave.

being the most patient and more of the "good" twin of the duo, george is hopeful that being on no-speaking-terms wouldn't happen, and if it did, only lasts a few hours. george is hoping that you and him are such a good match, a match made in heaven and hell, never fight this hard.

however fred, the "bad", 10% more devilish of the duo, fears that his impulsive words might hurt you so much one day, that he'll be laying on his bed and wishing to be with you instead, knowing he messed up.

at first, the twins frowned at your music taste. sometimes abba's songs are frequent on dorms' parties, fred too focused on dancing and jumping amongst the other students' enthusiasm. george, however, is a little more observant of the others' fun, watching his friends dance and other boys trying to make a move on the girls they fancy— which means, watching is baby brother ron trying to get a dance with hermione.

it gets them a little effort to like abba as much as you do. george is the first to learn the lyrics, making an effort for you and to sing a long on car drives. fred struggles at first, but gets surprised when his voice naturally sings along.

when did he learn the full song? the full album, even? he accuses you of bewitching him.

( truthfully, fred becomes a bit of a bigger fan of abba than george, now that he gets to dramatically and theatrically sing the songs with you. )

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pretending that you're a little younger and flirting with him on does your mother know?, or you singing it out of spite when the twins mess up, when you just know that they will, sooner than later, listen to molly weasley's wrath for what they did.

all brotherly and stupidly supportive, being the one who remembers to sing chiquitita of all songs, fred starts the famous ''chiquitita tell me what's wrong...'' when you're sad about a low grade or crying— yes, this makes george wheeze his voice out everytime even though he tries so much to take your problems seriously.

waterloo is a song you feel... personally. because everytime you are defeated— fred and george won the war: convincing you to join their schemes, silly pranks, and future plans. the history book on the shelf is always repeating itself: you, fred and george at the crime scene once again. you promise to love fred and george forevermore— fred teases that you couldn't escape even if you wanted to (mf is tall, has long legs and is capable of running FAST after you); george, on the other hand, assures that he knows, fred knows, you know that your fate is to be with them.

going to detention, fred opens his arms to you, and soon george gets what his (slightly) older twin is about to scream: "can't you hear me? SOS!"; when you're gone, though they try, how can they carry on? detention is a little more bearable when you're caught red-handed with them, and so, you, fred and george have a date later at evening, to clean the great hall or other part of hogwarts. "and the love you gave me, nothing else can save me, SOS!" is a lyric you know all too well, because if you decide to be a little more sarcastic, slightly cold to them, george wraps your shoulders with his arm and tilts his head to look at you and sing it to you, meanwhile, fred shows up in front of you with a forearm on his forehead. a true damsel in distress, now that he sees the little sassy monster he and george created.

super trouper is a core memory to you, the twins, and dear ginny weasley, once again crying because of her first unrequited love on harry potter. something only you know, because you and ginny wouldn't want poor harry to suffer too much with fred and george's pranks. this time, each of your hands pull one twin to the side, then you point at ginny, who's a little more calm after crying her eyes out, and sing the first part of the song. fred thinks it's a good idea, honestly, since you always laugh at chiquitita, and for a second george seems to regret this friendship. because, are you serious? but then, when ginny smiles and accepts your invitation to join the spectacle, george decides that super trouper is a favorite of his— specially because he and fred know that somewhere in the crowd, you'll be there. and they'll be there when you arrive. always. forever, if fate allows them.

on valentine's day, george is the one to start this whole abba epidemy you're having. take a chance on me starts shyly with george, because you haven't received any letters or chocolates despite your popularity (which is cough more of fred and george's fault cough after effective threats on any funny little guy who fancies you). fred laughs incredulously, because as bad with seriously sweet words as he is, he doesn't believe that is identical twin is starting this conversation with an abba song. but of fucking course. and if you're wondering, yes, it did work. you took a chance on them.

voulez-vous is sang by you, the twins, and everyone else at the hufflepuff's party, when the team wins against slytherin. it's then that fred, if he wasn't an official fan of abba, admits that you have a good taste— because it's easily one of the funniest and enjoyful moments of the party: if there were students outside the dance floor, with voulez-vous, everyone is standing up and crowding hufflepuff's common room. layers of circles of students move to the left, the layer behind to the right, and so on. the whole time you're singing to fred and george, and when it's time to your students' circle to move again, fred gets on your left so george stands on your right, making sure that the enthusiasm of other students don't push you to the ground, or hurt you unintentionally. even when they're having the most fun, fred makes sure you're in the middle of them— for the first time, being the slightest responsible twin.

and yet, when you're being the kindest soul to help the weasley twins decorating their shop, money money money is the mandatory song to attract good business, good luck, and good clients for them. it'll be a rich man's (men) world indeed, when weasley's wizard wheezes starts getting so famous, that fred and george promptly have a jar of savings— money to be spent with you, on you, for you. to spoil their best-friend-slash-love-of-their-lives.

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should i make a series?

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controversialhpmemes · 2 months

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We can safely assure Harry had a type aka ✨ The Weasleys ✨

Harry has an existential crisis when Ron doesn't speak to him for two weeks.

He gives his Triwizard earnings to the twins.

He thinks Bill is cool and handsome.

He has spicy thoughts about Ginny.

The Burrow is his favorite place besides Hogwarts.

Slander against the Weasleys is slander against Harry's soul.

#pro weasley family #weasleysexual #harry potter #ron weasley #the weasleys #ginny weasley #pro ronarry #pro hinny #bill weasley #the burrow

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gracesmusings4adults · 1 year

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Fred’s favorite days are when Y/N L/N stays at the burrow. The Weasley family was quick to fall under her spell and Fred could not be more delighted.

Due to the wedding, his mother didn’t blink an eye when he suggested that Y/N stay in his and George’s room. And his brothers new obsession with Hermione Granger, pulled all of Mom’s attention on keeping them apart.

“Fred,” Y/N moans. Her lips part his for the slightest second. He gropes every curve and secures her lips to his. Ever so gently, her teeth snags his lower lip. Groaning, Fred wraps his hand in her hair and tugs.

18 + Smut Below the Cut // 18 + Smut Below the Cut

Mouth now free he trails nips down her neck. “George will come in any minute. Ahh,” slick wets his hand. “Sorry,” she sobs. “Fred!” His strong arms free themselves and wrap around her middle. She jumps without prompt. Her hot core landing directly atop his clothed arousal.

Slamming his lips to hers, their teeth knock together in a sloppy kiss. “What. Did. You. Say.” Y/N gulps. A hand hooked at her bottom steadies her and her legs tighten around him when his hand trails along her cheek and to her neck.

She knew her mistake as soon as someone else’s name left her lips. Even if it was a fair warning, Fred has made it abundantly clear that only his name should slip between her lips in times like this.

“Fred, I’m so sorry.” His fingers flex under her chin. Spreading out they grip her neck. His hips rut forward, over and over again. “FRED!” Her cries are muffled. Their bodies fall backwards on to the bed.

“Go ahead, bunny. Plead.” Hand still securely at her neck, his eyes flicker down to her core. Her eyes role back in her head as he bucks his hips into her.

Red hair flutters across her stomach. Ever the impatient one, Fred nuzzles his way under her shirt. Nipping at the undersides of her breast. Bra long forgotten.

Pulling his hips closer to hers, she rotates her waist. His arousal massaging just the right spot. His hips continue their pace but his focus shifts to sucking her buds, eliciting a delightful moan from both of them.

Once he has given equal attention to both, Fred emerges from her shirt. Sitting up he stares down in wonder at the enchanting witch.

“Off.”

Y/n quickly obeys. Her shirt is pulled off in one swift motion. Fred’s goes too. Moving down he pulls off her skirt and lace underwear. Thumb trailing carefully around his favorite flower.

Bending down he takes a quick swipe along the petals. A taste. Tongue flicking at the delicate nub. Her hips already bucking towards the sky.

Unbuttoning his trousers he frees himself. “Fred, I need you.” Her worries long dissipated. Fred takes care to kind kids way up her body. One hand stopping to carefully massage her sensitive nub.

“How sweet you are bunny,” Fred licks her round breasts. Thumb flicking and then rotating with a greater pressure.

“Bunny?” Fred smirks. The tip of his length nudges at her folds. He feels her walls clench on nothing. “YES!” She leans up on her elbows. Legs stretched on wide. Knees rise higher.

Fred slides in. Her warmth encasing him. “Oh,” Fred’s head falls into the nape of her neck. Then he bottoms out. His balls resting against her soft skin.

Eyes catching hers, he smirks. His hips begin to move. Skin slapping against skin. He pulls her to him in every way possible.

#harry potter #Harry potter fanfiction #The Burrow #Weasley Twins #Fred x Reader #reader smut #Fred Weasley Smut #Harry Potter Smut #gracesmusings #Fre Weasley #Fred Weasley x Reader Smut #Fred Weasley #Fred Weasley x Reader

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satureja13 · 6 months

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Jeb is back at the Burrow. He was so happy to meet Saiwa at the party, but it makes it even harder to be without him again. But he was busy. This would distract him from his longing for Saiwa. He went for a ride with Valerian who is also alone at the Burrow now. Without Diablo and Adriano.

Only Little Goat is still here. So Jeb cared for the animals...

Did his school stuff...

Brewed the potions Francine had asked him to...

And chatted with Saiwa.

Vlad can see again and went with Francine to Britechester, so Jeb doesn't need to care for him any longer. And Jeb is still on his mission to put the Boys back together. So he moved his sofa aside, stepped over the fence and joined Kiyoshi under the tree to take a share of the pain from him. If only for a while...

Kiyoshi and Jeb had been friends long before they joined the Boys' household. I often spotted them together.

'Vows are spoken - to be broken Feelings are intense - words are trivial Pleasures remain - so does the pain Words are meaningless and forgettable'

Depeche Mode - Enjoy the Silence

From the Beginning ~ Underwater Love ~ Latest 'Putting the Boys Back together' from the beginning -> here Previous Chapter: 'Disbandment of the Group' from the beginning -> here

#putting the boys back together #simlit #ts4 story #sims 4 story #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 #jeb harris #valerian #underwater love #sims 4 vanilla #copperdale #the burrow #plumbite pier

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harryissuchalittleshit · 6 months

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The Burrow

For #WeasleyWeek by @thethreebroomsticksfic I thought that I would do a little study/microfic of each of the Weasley siblings on the home they can't help but return to over and over again.

Bill (Ao3)

Charlie (Ao3)

Percy (Ao3)

Fred (Ao3)

George (Ao3)

Ron (Ao3)

Ginny (Ao3)

Will be updating everyday with a new chapter over the week!

#harry potter #my fics #family #bill weasley #charlie weasley #percy weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #ron weasley #ginny weasley #the burrow #ttb

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naw-sya · 27 days

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Burrow in the Burrow An illustration I drew for a friend's fanfiс🧡

#harry potter art #hp fanart #hp artwork #griffindor #ginny weasley #harry potter #the burrow #weasley family #harry x ginny

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝑝𝑜𝑣: 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤

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#harry potter #harry potter moodboard #weasley moodboard #the burrow #the burrow moodboard #the burrow headcanons #ron weasley #ginny weasley #molly weasley #arthur weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #bill weasley #charlie weasley #hermione granger

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basiatlu · 8 months

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Ginny at the Burrow (Post DH)

Surprised to see her win out so easily on the poll earlier! I totally thought one of the boys would take 1st place heehee. Thank you for taking part with me and here’s to more Weasels

#ginny weasley #the weasleys #the burrow #harry potter #harry potter fanart #harry potter art #art #drawing #illustration #sketch #artists on tumblr #doodle #characterdesign #comics #Arnold the Pygmy Puff #ron weasley #boshdraws

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the-al-chemist · 6 months

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Hush

This little story was written as part of @thethreebroomsticksfic’s Weasley Week 2023. Today, it’s all about Arthur and Molly, who in this scene find themselves with an empty nest. Enjoy.

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff.

September 1992

The Burrow was quiet, eerily so.

For as long as Molly could remember, noise had been her constant companion. She and Arthur had spent twenty-two years with their family growing around them, and their home had always been a place that hummed and thrummed with the comings-and-goings of everyday family life.

She had become so used to it that she could barely remember what quiet felt like. It turned out that quiet felt a lot like purposeless.

Earlier that day, the Weasleys had said goodbye to six children at Kings Cross Station. It was a goodbye that she was familiar with — she had been making it ever since Bill was eleven, after all — but this was the first time she had returned home without any of her children with her. Now, even little Ginny was at school, and she was left alone in this empty house that felt far bigger than her home.

In a vague, desperate bid to distract herself, she picked up her wool and began to knit, the repetitive clicking of the needles bringing her some much-needed respite from the oppressive hush of the room around her. She was so fixated on the task that she didn’t notice one hand of the nine-handed clock on the wall moving slowly to rest on the word “home”, and jumped at the sound of the door closing shut behind her husband.

“So, I went all over London,” Arthur told her as he made his way across the living room. “Couldn’t find the car anywhere. I can only think that…”

His voice tailed off and he frowned, looking around the room as if he were trying to find something.

“Did you rearrange the furniture?”

Not even looking up from her knitting, Molly shook her head. Her husband’s eyebrows furrowed deeper.

“Then what’s changed?” he asked. “Something seems different here.”

Molly knew exactly what was different, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. The loops on her needle seemed to blur, and she looked up at Arthur with eyes filling with tears. Arthur sighed. He had realised. He could hear it too, the near-silence that threatened to deafen them both.

“I’m not sure what to do with myself,” Molly told him in a voice that trembled with near-laughter. “There’s nothing that I need to do.”

“Well, that’s good, isn’t it? You can do whatever you like for once.”

Arthur was trying to reassure her, but his words did little to comfort Molly.

“I’m not even sure what I like to do anymore,” she confessed. “All I am good at is being a mother.”

“Well, that is simply not true,” said Arthur, taking off his glasses and cleaning them as he spoke. “I know for a fact that you are a spectacular dancer.”

“I haven’t danced in years, Arthur.”

Arthur smiled and pointed his wand at the wireless, which began to play a song by Celestina Warbuck.

“Then I think it’s high time we rectified this.” Arthur picked Molly’s knitting up from her lap and took both her hands in his own. “Will you dance with me, Mollywobbles?”

“I’m getting wobblier by the day,” she muttered as she stood up to join him.

“Oh, hush.”

Molly fell quiet, and danced slowly to the music with Arthur. As the tune reached its end, they continued to side-step without it.

“It’s not so bad, just being the two of us,” she heard Arthur murmur.

“I suppose it isn’t.”

“And there are plenty of other ways for us to fill our time now that we have the house to ourselves.”

There was an almost mischeivous glint in Arthur’s blue eyes that made Molly smile, her cheeks blushing like the schoolgirl she had been when they had first met. Arthur’s head bowed towards her, and she rose up slightly on her toes so that her lips could meet his.

But before they could, there was a loud crack from outside the window. A moment later, the door opened to reveal Molly and Arthur’s oldest son. They quickly moved away from one another.

“Bill, dear!” Molly exclaimed, self-consciously patting down her hair. “What are you doing here?”

“Came home to surprise you, didn’t I? Thought you two might be at your wits’ ends without the others at home to look after.” Bill hugged his parents in turn, before kicking off his boots and flumping himself down onto the sofa. “Have you two heard about the flying car they’ve been seeing going north? It was all over the Evening Prophet.”

Molly shot a dangerous look at her husband, whose face turned a brighter shade of red than his thinning hair. Apparently oblivious to his father’s discomfort, Bill swung his legs up and rested them on the sofa arm.

“So, Mum, what’s for dinner?”

It was with a small sigh that Molly made her way into the kitchen, pausing only to use her wand to tidy away her son’s shoes.

She should have known that this peculiar quiet would end up being too good to last.

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