This Thing We Had

You Knew


Molly was at St. Mungo’s. Her two eldest sons, Bill and Charlie had been hurt in a muggle car accident. The healers had said that there was little to do, and that the treatment that could help them cost a small fortune, money they didn’t have.

“Isn’t there anything you can do?” Molly pleaded.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Weasley, but there is very little. I hate the way the system works, but I have to follow the rules.”

Molly sank exhausted down in her chair next to her husband, Arthur, who had become very distant over the last few days. It annoyed Molly to no end. She scowled at him.

“Snap out of it would you!” Arthur shot a glance her way, before he looked back down and continued his brooding. “What’s wrong Arthur?”

“Besides your two sons dying in the room next door?” he mumbled

“Our sons, Arthur. Don’t forget that.”

“No Molly, yours, they’re only yours. Remember?”

“What?! How can you say that?”

“Bill not being mine, I could live with, because he was conceived before we were engaged, but Charlie. How could you do that to me Molly?”

She just stared at him in disbelief. Arthur noticed her blank-ish look.

“Do you take me for a fool.” Molly opened her mouth to answer, but Arthur raised his hand to silence her, for once it worked. She clamped her mouth shut. “ As I said, Bill I understand, why he doesn’t look a speck like me. But where the hell did Charlie get his grey eyes? Or those sharp features, because they don’t belong to either of us. And that sneer, god that sneer, I haven’t seen a sneer like that since…” he paused,“I haven’t ever! Not even to mention that they both went to SLYTHERIN!!” No Weasley have ever been in Slytherin. Can you imagine how I felt”

Molly fastened her eyes at the opposite wall. She loved Arthur, over the years she had learned to, but her lust; she could not control. Bill and Charlie did not know about their true father, nor did he.

Arthur was even more infuriated by her passiveness. He didn’t know what to do with a cowering Molly. He stood up, put his hands behind his head and began pacing back and forth.

“Do they even have the same father?” Arthur spat

Molly looked at him in disgust.

“You may think me a slut, but I do not let any man grace my bed.” She raged.

“Oh, yeah. I can tell!” he replied sarcastically, pointing at the boys’ room.

Molly looked like she wanted to cry. She walked over to the window and put her hand on the glass, her gaze lingering on the strong, masculine forms of her sons.

Their father shone through them even when unconscious. She remembered how they would carry themselves, their back straight no matter what, the furious, intimidating, and playful glow in their eyes that showed to anyone, they were no Weasley; too strong, their tongues and witt too sharp, their power glowed off them.

They had her blood red hair and her equally red temper. They had his icy storm grey eyes, their masks equally cold, just like their father. They had both been Head Boy, both top of their class, both quidich captains. Their sense of adventure always got them in trouble. Their resourcefulness always got them back out of it.

When they left Hogwarts, Bill became a Curse Breaker, only nineteen years old, already best in the business. Charlie was a dragon tamer straight out of school. She loved to watch him work. The fire and power that would roll off him, so powerful, dragons bowed their heads in respect, or fear.

A single warm tear rolled down her cheek. The hope seemed to eb from her. Her sons were possibly dying, and he had to wind her up now. he had to speak of this now.

“Charlie, how long did you know, Arthur?”

“I had my suspicions, but when he was sorted into Slytherin I was positively sure.”

“You knew for eighteen years, and you chose now to bring it up now!. Then, when my sons are dying, you bring it up. You gather your fucking gryffindor courage and say it.” Molly was seething, tears streaming from her eyes. Her blood red hair glowed in her anger and the sparks her magic was producing around her. Her blue eyes darkened in pure fury. Arthur seemed to pale; his face went white and his ears matched his bright orange hair. Never had he seen his wife so angry.

“Calm down, you’re making a scene.” He said through jittered teeth.

The healers stared at her. Now they knew who was really in charge in the Weasley household, and they all made a mental note not to piss the Lilàchy heir off.

“Calm down? After twenty years of marriage, have you still not learned never to tell an angry woman to calm down?!”

“Please, Molly” her nickname seemed to piss her off even more.

“Melanie” Arthur hastily added.

“Just go Arthur, just go please. I need some time.”

For a moment it seemed like Arthur was backing down, he turned to face his wife.

“I…. I want you home. Now. You are exhausted and you need rest”. Molly put up a bit of an argument, but finally she agreed.

Walking down the stairs, Arthur stopped, Molly sensing his hesitation, stopped as well. The tension was thick enough to cut out with a wooden sword.

“I want a divorce, Molly”



A/N; I read this one-shot called the truth about bill, or something like that. Anyway, I liked it and thought I’d write a story. It inspired me. please review