I've written a little piece (which I have most likely failed on) and I've finally got to courage to post it to other Weasley fans. Be kind, I'm dead shy and feel like burying my head into a pillow :)
Title: A mother's love
Characters: Arthur and Molly Weasley
Summary: Molly is finding it hard to cope without her children
Disclaimer: These characters belong to J.K Rowling, not me. I am not making any money from this.
Yet again Mrs Weasley couldn’t sleep. It had been the third week in a row, and her husband was still yet to notice. All night she tosses and turns, but no luck. She submits to her energy and sits up right against the back rail of her bed, just so she can feel the cold metal melt against the back of her head. After all, it was the only escape from her world.
Mr Weasley was slumped beside her, curled up like a hedge hog and snoring softly. Mrs Weasley enjoyed watching her husband sleep; it made her think what his true thoughts were. Was he dreaming about her right now? Was he dreaming at all? But she soon abandoned the thought and let her mind wonder.
The reason why Mrs Weasley could not sleep was because she and her husband were living in an empty Burrow. All of her children had disappeared for yet another year. Sure, they would visit on the holidays, but they would never truly be her little babies anymore. They would never need to ask her to frighten the monsters under their beds, never be able to run through the rain while holding their hands. The only thing a parent desires from their children, and she couldn't have it. Of course it was a silly thought. They were all growing up now, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Mrs Weasley was already in bed with all the lights on waiting for her husband to join her. Eventually he appeared around the door, got himself undressed and bidded his wife a good night with a kiss. He turned out all the lights and after a few moments the room was filled with snores and dreams by Mr Weasley.
As soon as Mrs Weasley knew that her husband was in a deep sleep, she finally gave in to her emotions and started to softly cry. She thought she would get used to the idea that she could not be there for her children twenty-four hours a day. They no longer depend on her.
Her cries became louder, loud enough to wake her husband. Mr Weasley opened his eyes, ruffled his thin red hair and shifted upwards. Mrs Weasley knew it was too late to pretend, so she just looked at her husband.
“Molly, what’s wrong?” said her husband in a concerned voice. He immediately grabbed his wife and held her close to his chest. Mrs Weasley held on to her husband.
“Oh, I’m just being silly. That’s all.” But she continued to cry and held tight to her husband.
“Molly. Please tell me. You’re not hurt are you?”
“No. I’m just a little bit sad, that’s all.” Mrs Weasley tried to place her head on her pillow, but her husband followed her like a shadow.
“Molly, please. I’m here.” Mrs Weasley was getting worried about his wife, and begged her to reply him with a suitable answer.
“I miss the kids Arthur. I miss being a mum. I miss- I miss everything.”
Mr Weasley suddenly sat up and sighed. Mrs Weasley copied her husband’s actions and too sat upwards. She started playing with the quilt. There was a moment’s silence. “You think I’m stupid don’t you?”
Mr Weasley placed his hands on top of his wife’s. “No Molly, I never think you’re being stupid. But I think you need to rethink this one.” Mrs Weasley looked at her husband in a light she had never seen before. Something in his voice had changed; something more meaningful than ever before. “You are still a mother, and by that, you are a wonderful mother. You’ve raised our children and look what they’ve turned into, fine young men and women. They love you, and don’t you ever forget that, not even for a second.”
After a few moments of consideration, Mrs Weasley smiled at her husband and cuddled up to his chest. “Arthur, I love you.” And to Mr Weasley, that said everything. He knew from that point on, she would be okay. She listened and hanged on to his every word. No other words were needed. He kissed his wife’s head, held onto her and whispered in her ear, “I Love you too.”
Yet again Mr Weasley couldn’t sleep. It had been the third night in a row, and his wife was still yet to notice. He looked down on his wife; she was curled up around him, clinging onto him and never letting go. He didn’t mind too much, it made him think what her true thoughts were. Was she dreaming of him? But Mr Weasley soon abandoned the thought. Knowing that his wife was safe and asleep in his arms, he would happily stay awake forever. Watching his love forget her troubles and relax for once. Why would he want to miss a second of her?