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Molly Weasley watched her third oldest son turning his back to their family but never gave up on him.

Molly Weasley saw her husband at his weakest moment as he laid wounded in St. Mungo’s hospital. She never understood what muggles thought when they started praying to their god(s):                                                                         But that night as she sat at her husband’s hospital bed she couldn’t help but fold her hands, close her eyes and just hope that there was indeed a greater deity that could bring her husband back to her family.

Molly Weasley put a bandage around her fifth son’s head when he was bleeding onto her sofa, his ear ripped away. She did not let her heart and actions be ruled by panic and fear. She would not  risk her son’s life like that.

Molly Weasley saw her son that wasn’t her son dead in Hagrid’s arms and did not show how she broke inside. Instead, she gripped her wand a little tighter, bit her lip a little stronger and started to fight a lot grimmer.

Molly Weasley cried over her fourth son’s cold body, his last laugh still etched into his face. She witnessed her fifth son crumbling right then and there. She saw her family grieving and crying. She went through hell but reminded herself to keep going.

Molly Weasly got up and stared straight into the eyes of Narcissa Malfoy. 

Proud woman, blonde hair, pale skin.

Split lips, bloody cloak, sad eyes.

They did not exchange one word.

But one glance was enough.

Narcissa’s eyes darted to Fred, to Harry, then back to Molly. Her lean finger’s tightened indiscernibly around her son’s bony shoulder.

A nod.

The war had taken enough lifes. Enough children.

And as one mother to another, Molly Weasley nodded back.

Fred and George have had the Marauder’s map for awhile and not once did they question that someone named “Peter Pettigrew” was sleeping in Ron’s bed with Ron

  • McGonagall: Well, they finally caught the thief.
  • Fred: Wow, they’re really going to expel him just for stealing pudding cups and toilet paper?
  • McGonagall: No, he was caught taking Quidditch equipment from the locker rooms.
  • Fred:
  • George:
  • McGonagall: ...Have you two been stealing pudding cups and toilet paper?
  • George: What? No. We - we hate pudding and we don’t - we don’t use...toilet paper.
  • McGonagall:
  • Fred: We have one of those French thingies that shoots water up your butt.
  • McGonagall: Bidet?
  • Fred and George: Bidet to you too, Professor.

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  • Fred: 'Knowledge' is knowing that a tomato is a fruit; 'wisdom' is not putting it in a fruit salad.
  • Ron: That was deep.
  • George: 'Philosophy' is wondering if that means ketchup is a smoothie.
  • Fred: That was deeper.
  • Ginny: 'Common sense' is knowing that ketchup isn’t a damn smoothie, you nasties.