Rating:
PG-13
House:
The Dark Arts
Characters:
Molly Weasley
Genres:
Angst Drama
Era:
In the nineteen years between the last chapter of
Spoilers:
Deadly Hallows (Through Ch. 36)
Stats:
Published: 01/08/2008
Updated: 01/08/2008
Words: 570
Chapters: 1
Hits: 416

Red

Gil-Galad

Story Summary:
Red. Nothing else describes her life as good as this colour. Nothing else would be fitting to describe a life, in which happiness and tragedy come as close as it gets. Post-Deathly Hollows. One-Shot. Molly Weasley mourns.

Chapter 01

Posted:
01/08/2008
Hits:
416


Red

It did not burn any more. It should. The water was hot, close to the boiling point. It should hurt. But all it left was numbness. She looked at her hands. The normally pale skin was angry and Red. Red. It was not supposed to be Red. She grabbed a tea towel. Her hands covered. For a few seconds all she did was breathing. Why was that even possible? How could she still be breathing? Furiously she tossed the towel away. Hands back into the water. That was it. All she needed to do was to keep her hands in the water. She could not see them then.

When was the last time she washed like that? She could not remember. Of course she did remember. But she could not remember. "Come on, Molly, one last time without magic!". A loving mocking smile. A lanky boy sitting on the kitchen table. Shades of dark Red hair. "She is going to hex you into next year when she returns for Christmas Break." More Red hair. Two amazing men, two wonderful people. Who they were, she could not remember. She would not remember.

She was scrubbing a plate. Was it Red? It could not be. That colour should not be. The sponge. She needed the sponge. She grasped it. She did not possess any Red plates. The colour should get off. A loud clangour. She heard someone running into the kitchen. Someone Red - so much Red. "Mum, are you okay?" A girl. She resembled him. That she knew. But who was the man she looked the much alike? She should not remember. "Mum, why aren't you using your wand? We were 30 people tonight! You don't want to work till midnight, do you?" A shake of the head. "Harry and I will go for a walk - we'll be back by ten." She probably nodded. The girl left, waving a Red flag behind her.

The plate was on the floor. It was still Red. She picked up a piece. It looked like an ear. The piece fell down. Both her hands went to her ears. It wasn't her ear. But someone was missing an ear. He was missing an ear. No. Not he. The other one. It was him. But it wasn't. "You'll be able to tell us apart now, anyway, Mum." Knees meeting the floor. It really wasn't him. It was a trick. He loved tricks. But the ear. The ear was the proof. The one without the ear wasn't him. But who was the one with both ears? She should not remember. But she could. Should she?

She picked up the ear. It wasn't just the ear. There was more. More reckless. Even more daring. Louder. The shard pierced into her flesh. Numbness turning into pain. Skin tearing apart. Red emerging. Everything was Red. Hair. Freckles. Strawberries. Gryffindor. Fire. Gideon. Phoenix. Order of the Phoenix. Gold on Red. Flags. Fabian. Blood dripping on the floor. It was beautiful. It is supposed to be Red. Hope. Passion. Courage. All Red. She should remember. It hurt. It hurt so horribly. So beautifully. Pride. Her life Red. Love. Colour of love. It was all she ever did. All she ever wanted. Loved him so much. Her boy. One of her. Part of her. It hurt. But she should remember. Despite the pain. Because of love. Should remember him. Should remember Fred.