original idea from colourexplosion
The day that Gideon Prewett died, Molly had been knitting him a sweater. For the longest time, she had been contemplating on making that sweater -- intricate designs at the hem, sporting Quidditch and Wizard Chess pieces amongst other things. She had worked so hard on that particular sweater, and she couldn't wait for the day that she would give it to Gideon -- three days from now, on Gideon and Fabian's birthday.
Molly had already made Fabian another hat, the one that she made him in her sixth year at Hogwarts starting to get raggedy.
This sweater, for some reason, took longer than the others. The complicated patterns at the bottom were nothing; it was that Molly had done this completely by hand, without the help of any magic. It was rare that she made things without simply using charmed needles. A lot of work had gone into this particular project.
As she cut the final thread of yarn from the sweater, there was a soft knock on the door. It made her jump, even though she'd been expecting it. Arthur was supposed to come over later today.
What Molly didn't expect to see was her brother Fabian and friend Caradoc at the door, looking absolutely devastated. It didn't take long for Molly to figure out what had happened, but no one was behind her to catch her fall.
Molly had found that many times, it was difficult to breathe. None of those times, though, had compared to this. She felt completely helpless as she lay in her bed, staring at nothing as she cried into her pillow.
She didn't hear when anyone entered the room. She had learned to block out any of the talking that was happening to console her. Before she had learned to block it out, she noticed how flat it sounded and realized that the others were having a hard time, themselves. Molly was too busy dealing with her own emotions to help them, and she supposed it was the same case for them.
But when a voice whispered in her ear that it was going to be okay, that things would get better -- they had to, because how could this possibly get any worse? -- Molly listened. That was the only voice Molly would dare listen to. Arthur had lost a sibling, too, after all.
It was later in that same consolation that she realized that Phoebe was gone, too, and she cried harder into her pillow.
Molly didn't think she could cry as much as she cried those few days. She didn't even think about how disgusting she might be, not having showered for days and just laying in her bed crying. She didn't think about Gideon anymore. She didn't want to think about Gideon anymore. All she could concentrate on anymore was Arthur's arms around hers, Arthur's murmurs, Arthur's soft, comforting voice. And at that time, she didn't want to think about anything else.
---
A few days later, she found out that Fabian and Caradoc were gone, too, and Molly clung to Arthur for dear life. He was the only person left for her anymore, and she had the vaguest feeling that Arthur was thinking the same thing. Molly tugged him as close as she could, a whole new round of tears flowing out.
Her worst fears had come true. The boggart she had encountered in the closet the week before showed her everyone.
Everyone but one, she thought to herself as she molded herself closer to Arthur.
"Marry me," Molly heard him whisper to her. "Molly, marry me." It was the first words he had spoken since he had given up on telling her it was all going to be okay.
She only cried even harder as she wrapped her arms tighter around Arthur and answered.
"Yes."
based off this post.
Molly had already made Fabian another hat, the one that she made him in her sixth year at Hogwarts starting to get raggedy.
This sweater, for some reason, took longer than the others. The complicated patterns at the bottom were nothing; it was that Molly had done this completely by hand, without the help of any magic. It was rare that she made things without simply using charmed needles. A lot of work had gone into this particular project.
As she cut the final thread of yarn from the sweater, there was a soft knock on the door. It made her jump, even though she'd been expecting it. Arthur was supposed to come over later today.
What Molly didn't expect to see was her brother Fabian and friend Caradoc at the door, looking absolutely devastated. It didn't take long for Molly to figure out what had happened, but no one was behind her to catch her fall.
Molly had found that many times, it was difficult to breathe. None of those times, though, had compared to this. She felt completely helpless as she lay in her bed, staring at nothing as she cried into her pillow.
She didn't hear when anyone entered the room. She had learned to block out any of the talking that was happening to console her. Before she had learned to block it out, she noticed how flat it sounded and realized that the others were having a hard time, themselves. Molly was too busy dealing with her own emotions to help them, and she supposed it was the same case for them.
But when a voice whispered in her ear that it was going to be okay, that things would get better -- they had to, because how could this possibly get any worse? -- Molly listened. That was the only voice Molly would dare listen to. Arthur had lost a sibling, too, after all.
It was later in that same consolation that she realized that Phoebe was gone, too, and she cried harder into her pillow.
Molly didn't think she could cry as much as she cried those few days. She didn't even think about how disgusting she might be, not having showered for days and just laying in her bed crying. She didn't think about Gideon anymore. She didn't want to think about Gideon anymore. All she could concentrate on anymore was Arthur's arms around hers, Arthur's murmurs, Arthur's soft, comforting voice. And at that time, she didn't want to think about anything else.
---
A few days later, she found out that Fabian and Caradoc were gone, too, and Molly clung to Arthur for dear life. He was the only person left for her anymore, and she had the vaguest feeling that Arthur was thinking the same thing. Molly tugged him as close as she could, a whole new round of tears flowing out.
Her worst fears had come true. The boggart she had encountered in the closet the week before showed her everyone.
Everyone but one, she thought to herself as she molded herself closer to Arthur.
"Marry me," Molly heard him whisper to her. "Molly, marry me." It was the first words he had spoken since he had given up on telling her it was all going to be okay.
She only cried even harder as she wrapped her arms tighter around Arthur and answered.
"Yes."
based off this post.